Chronicles of Fly

Everyone is aware that I write a weekly newspaper column in Namibia's second biggest daily newspaper right? You aren't, well what rock have you been living under? The thing is that my column has a word and space restriction so I don't really have the freedom and sometimes my stuff has no build up, it's like a premature ejaculation as some fans have said. So I decided to re-jink one of  my column's and publish it as an extended blog version. Enjoy The lighter side of matrimony A week ago I was seated in a church so old it smelled like a dinosaur, tucked away in a quiet little corner of the Uukwanyama kingdom called “Ongheleyiwa”. When the elders send you to represent them at an important gathering, then you know that you are grown. People expect you to be responsible, in Otshikwambi we say “Owa koka”, which signifies that the elders have noticed traces of maturity and they trust you not to embarrass them. Mom was like “go son, go make our presence felt”