Chronicles of Fly

Life is a struggle: no one will hand you any favors, unless you are sweetening the deal with a bribe of the flesh/giving up the cookies for extra benefits. The struggle gets even harder if you begin your life at a disadvantage, due to the colonial history that is now firmly behind us most black children are born into a cycle of poverty that requires immense hustle to get out of. I could go into depth about how colonization and the subsequent siege of Namibia by apartheid regime resulted in the disadvantaging of black people at the expense of their white counterparts, which was inherited by children both black and white, but that's not the point I'm trying to make here. The minority of people young enough to be classed as children in 1990 were born in exile, the majority were born inside the borders of Namibia's beautiful bosom. Another faction of 'struggle kids', who I think are old enough to referred to as 'struggle people' have yet again become

When I received an email that my little online blog would become a weekly column, I was filled with intense pride: I was like a clueless parent dropping off a problem child on the first day of school. Many may ask how I did it?, do I know someone that knows someone that knows someone?, were cooperate gifts exchanged? I am dead certain that conclusions have already been drawn. When I started blogging two years ago, it started as a method of proactive procrastination. A way of wasting time without the guilt that usually follows, my way of dealing with the pressure cooker of having to study rocks in French. Did I hear someone say "sacre blue?". Initially I struggled to find my own definitive style of writing, but it was evident from readers comments that the no nonsense sarcastic make fun of everything including one's self straight talking style had won me followers. It's my niche, no one calls then like I call them. I make comparisons that not many can get away with.

Back when i was a student Recently while I was reading the greatest selling book of all time, I had a brainwave. I am afraid that I have to shock those of you who thought I was refering to the harry potter series, because I was actually reading the one book that rules them all, the holy bible. The bible is actually an interesting reservoir of wisdom and knowledge, if you take the time to read it. You will find thought provoking scriptures like John 3:16   “ For god so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, so that all that believe in him shall not perish but have everlasting life ” . Before we get all technical, let ’ s just interpret this as Jesus taking the bullet that was meant for us, he was sacrificed so that we could be saved, so that we could have a future. Continuing with protecting the survival of the future, let ’ s move the spotlight to our own forefathers. The colossal men who paved the way for the warriors that would deliver Namibia its freedom. G

Greetings fellow earthlings, “omwa thikamo nawa momvula ompe?” which means “you guys made it into the new year?”. Compliments of the new year to my loyal readers (the rest of you can chill your guava), wishing you all a joyous and prosperous 2013. Blah, blah and blah, yada yada and yada, all that other nonsense. Now that all protocol has been observed, let’s get to it and hit the ground running. Time waits for no man, what makes you think it will wait for a woman. Let me jump straight in and tackle a serious subject, at number 2 on the New Year’s resolution list of the ordinary hard working woman is “find a good man”. It is right below “Land that big job” and before “go to the gym”. Although the other two resolutions are far more important than finding a good man, they do not get the obsessive status of the quest that is finding a good man. Most women shouldn’t even bother making resolutions in the first place, but that is something I will address in another post, let’s stick