Chronicles of Fly

I stirred and turned, woken by the sound of beeps and crashing rocks in the mountains to the north. I pushed my blankets to the edge of the bed, I sat up. My feet searched for my slippers, my hands searched for my lamp and found it, its light was dim like a candle in the wind. My eyes searched for my mobile, the best thing HTC did was put a torch in their smart phones that lights up a tent like the sun lights up the Kalahari after a rainy day. I fought the zip on my tent like a freedom fighter battering the colonial forces, as I stepped out I was greeted by the cold air of a dark night in the namib desert. I made love to a desert rose, made my way to my tent fought the zip again, pulled my still warm blankets onto me and I sighed. My mobile must have been lying to me, it was only midnight, the consequence of going to bed at seven in the evening. I rolled twice almost falling of the bed. I was fighting with sleep again just like I had done for a year in France, then the memorie

November is like a rebound girlfriend, always underappreciated and quickly forgotten. Only ever remembered at 23h59 on a Saturday night during a desperate booty call, the only reason November exists is so we can countdown to December; ah December! The fun filled festival of activities that usually coincides with wedding overload, but we will get to that (patience). Thank god my Novembers no longer mean sleepless stress filled nights and examinations so intense it will make the blood in your brain clot. November has been dedicated to relaxation, rest and catching up with friends. Every time I bump into an old class mate, one of my juniors or just someone who knows me, the conversation always deviates in directions that I don’t want it to go. If it’s an ex, I usually run! (That’s a joke by the way; I am not that juvenile, not yet). Person X (let’s call them that for now), usually greets politely and remarks on the amount of time that has passed since they last set eyes upon me.

The lines have been drawn, the showdown is set. As the universal saying goes “when two elephants fight, it’s the ground that suffers”. So what happens when three elephants fight? It probably goes something like “When three elephants fight, all the other animals scatter and run for the burrows screaming”.  If you are still lost and have no idea what I’m talking about, let me enlighten you. The melodramatic saga that is the SWAPO succession race for the Vice Presidency has been narrowed down to three candidates. Stalwart Iron Lady and current Secretary General Meme Pendukeni Iithana is one of the candidates. Firebrand veteran and sometimes political mouth piece bordering on loose cannon Tate Jerry Ekandjo and charismatic former Prime Minister Hage Geingob, who is the incumbent in the Vice President Position. The Winner is guaranteed to become the next president of Namibia, unless the ground opens and swallows the country whole, a tsunami submerges everything under water or an al

Lost soul, original image--> (dpreview.com) I am a nice guy, but even nice guys can be bad. One bad deed can haunt you for a long time, something that I know all too well. I was reading the last letter that she ever wrote me the other night while bed ridden by the flu from hell, I was caught in a moment of nostalgia spurred on by the disorientating effects of antibiotics. Like most nights I spend by myself the ghosts in my past were torturing me again, an unhealthy trend that I pray stops before I lose my sanity. Unlike the first letter she wrote me which was filled with hugs, kisses and emotion so genuine that it would induced an unexplainable fuzziness inside me. This one is laced with a cold regret and anger, lots of anger. Most of it directed towards me, anger I did not understand till today. Anger that I thought was undeserved and misdirected, but now I know its anger that I was responsible for creating. I did what most men do; I tried to change her and stopped listening at t

In the realm of men every revolution is born of good intentions, but in the end those in power never truly fulfil the promises that they made to their brethren who flocked to their side, to assist and delivering a victory that they might not live to see. Namibia is such a realm. The phrase “One Namibia, One nation” was synonymous with the struggle for liberation, a struggle watered by the blood of brethren, many who never lived to see the freedom that they died to deliver. Namibia was united behind a common purpose and that I believe is the main reason Namibia is independent today, because each and every Namibian wanted it and did what they had to do. In whatever way they could they contributed . Those two last statements are bolded and highlighted for a reason. It should be noted that contrary to popular belief, Namibia's independence was not won in battle (although it contributed), Independence was negotiated.   Apartheid had become illogical, even the National Party has