Chronicles of Fly

I am not really much of a poet. Unlike blogging, poetry requires creativity and the skill of stringing words together. Most poets are good writers, however most writers are not good poets. But now and again when I run out of material, i dabble in the dark art that is poetry. I have to warn you all though, because my poetry comes from a dark and very twisted place in my imagination so you will not find a lot of smiley faces in it. Welcome to WHK  Welcome to whk, the city of dreams The indigenous people call it shelter from winds Home to a few rich and the majority poor Who are confined to a place they will never call home If Namibia was a planet then this would be the core Infested by greedy stubby politicians who hunger for more They come here from all sides of Namibia’s borders For their chance to make it big in the windy corner They are lured because everything is shiny and glittery Only to fall into the clutches of poverty and misery Many a dream has com

  I’m sure most of you are familiar with monsieur’s Alfredo Hengari and Citizen Nahas Angula. Just in case you’re aren’t let me refresh your memory, the former was a PhD fellow in France, he writes a column in the Namibian newspaper with such an elevated level of English that you need a dictionary to read it at times. The latter is the honourable Prime minister of Namibia. These two gentlemen are not seeing eye to eye right now, it reminds of another school yard fight Alfredo Hengari had at the beginning of last year with Jocken Becker, that started when Jocken told Alfredo to write in simple English (He added a few other comments but we don’t have time to ask who threw sand in whose eyes first). The political warfare that followed was cataclysmic. Mr Hengari was at it again in July 2011 when he wrote a piece about our capital Windhoek, that ruffled Robin Tyson’s well groomed feathers (No pun intended). As you can see Alfredo hengari is a young man who is not new to controversy. Thi

  With all the talk of potential candidates for the Namibian presidency being hushed and silenced, I thought to myself, would it not be great if I could create my own republic, become its president and choose my own cabinet from my facebook friends and twitter followers. So I let my imagination run wild and the results are below (keep reading). I hereby create the fictional sovereign republic of Namtweepia. Since this republic is a figment of my imagination I hereby pronounce myself president of the Republic of Namtweepia, I promise to uphold the highest office of the land to the best of my abilities, till god say’s otherwise, blah..blah..blah. Did I hear someone say, why me? Are there no elections in Namtweepia? Again, my imagination, my rules! In addition I declare elections an expensive time consuming exercise. The constitution is sacred and shall only be changed to allow me another term or to make me president for life. But do not despair, in true African tradition I am a dictator,