Chronicles of Fly

I remember, I remember it well. The details are fuzzy, but the memory like a fresh tattoo, still hasn't faded.   He would sing, when he was happy he would sing. When he was sad, he would sing. When he felt unjustly treated or neglected, he wouldn't complain; he would just sing. He was a weird kid, I guess in this case the pot is calling the kettle black. I remember this one holiday we spent together, way back.   He was probably not even old enough to go to school.   He used to sing this song, a song I loved so much. A song that makes me want to drown in sorrow because I don't remember it anymore, maybe I am aging.    I remember the fun we had and how amazing it was to have a play buddy who thought the same way. I remember the miniature car we engineered from steel wire, damned thing kept falling apart till our older brother fixed it for us. Then it was the two of us against the wide open plains, the word ‘fun’ does not do the amazing time we had any justice. I

Sacky Shanghala, is the most popular man in Namibia right now. No, he didn't steal any money or get expelled from a political party. He is the chairperson of the Law Reform and development commission of Namibia (LRDC). He's the man tasked with drafting and reworking legislation. He's been in hot water for the new electoral bill, which has yet to be finalized, in an election year. Yep, he's not doing himself any favours: you do not want to put a foot wrong during an election year. The comrades will be throw you under the bus faster than a crooked politician accepts a bribe. So what got him in hot water? Well the electoral act has a stipulation that demands that a person must provide a municipal bill as proof of residence for 12 months in a local authority area in order for them to be allowed to vote in local authority elections. Local authorities run all towns and urban settlements. They provide basic services like water, electricity, sewage, serviced land

Happy almost after A short story by Filemon Iiyambo I have a few insecurities, I grew up unloved. One of them is my game, or lack thereof. I just can’t get my head around how all these other guys have women bending over backwards for them. Is it magic? Is there a mathematical formula to it? Because I am good at solving all types of mathematical problems. I just don’t get it, I don’t think I’d get it even if it came in a large bag with the word ‘it’ written in large letters. Going out was torture for me, I think my confidence was at an all-time low. School was really killing me. So when my friend Pierre coerced me into agreeing to a rendezvous with his girlfriend and her best friend, I reluctantly agreed. Two hours into the night I was already regretting my decision. You see, Pierre is into rock and roll. His idea of a night out was dragging me out to a rockers bar, a place that was defined by the scent of cigarettes and strange clothing choices. Pierre’s girlfriend was r