Chronicles of Fly

Hello? It’s me. I was wondering if after all this time you’d like to meet. To go over 2015. They say time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing. When I start a post with an Adelle song, best believe that it has been a dramatic year. When do I even begin? This year has been a year for Presidents. They have kept us thoroughly enthralled, and at times incredibly amused.  From falls , uhm stumbles , well how do I put this respectfully to President Robert Mugabe. Let’s call it temporary lack of coordination, it triggered a tsunami of memes on social media that had us drowning in laughter for a good week, I am going to ignore the fact that he read the wrong speech in parliament, age is just a number but eventually it will catch up with you. Ably assisting in the comedic department has been South African President Jacob Zuma, this time he didn’t even need Julius Malema to assist. Zuma’s new technique or lack thereof when it comes to reading amounts wi

What-a-gwan mon? Greetings in the name of the most high! Praise be to Jah . Are ya feeling irie mon? Long-time me no write a ting to bombaclad ya sense of humor. Me been busy mon, trying na fight the Babylon system, you know that Babylon na always trying to oppress us. But no worries mon, come close. Come I tell you a story mon, a re-a-l interesting s-t-or-y. 4 monts (months) now past, me go to a w-e-h-dding. So get na popped corn, sit down, come I tell you the story na Tshii’s wedding (The Tsh in Tshii is similar to the 'ch' in church). The rest of this story is told in normal English, as far as normal goes. The Rasta twang was just a little spice to wet the appetite.  When I first met Tshii (his clan call him Tshipweya), I didn’t have dreadlocks, and actually, he    had more hair than I did. Gone are the days, but this is not a lament for lost youth, we’re still bloody young. Tshii went to school with my cousin Alex , I am sure you’re all familiar with him? Yes