Chronicles of Fly

For the first time in 37 years, the title of president of the republic of Zimbabwe and the name Robert Gabriel Mugabe are not mutually inclusive. It was perhaps, the most civilized military led removal of a democratically elected president that Africa has ever seen (notice I avoided using the word coup). There was no blood spilt, no violence, and no martial law. The Zimbabwean Defence force simply rolled into the presidential palace, placed Mugabe under house arrest and enabled ZANU- PF to reorganize itself. That reshuffle started with the removal of Robert Mugabe as president.   The calm before the storm Zimbabweans will never forget what he did for them; freeing a country from the yolk of a colonial white surpremist government, earns that individual almost mythical status, the kind that Namibia accords Sam Nujoma - the founding father of the Namibian nation, the kind that results in Mandela still being held up as South Africa’s moral compass every time Jacob Zuma

I know who is going to win the next presidential election of the republic of Namibia, the president of the South West Africa People’s Organization (SWAPO party), I just don’t know which who it is going to be. I am so certain that I will bet my house on it and I don’t even have one. The SWAPO party is a former liberation movement and has ruled Namibia for 27 years, because of the allegiance that most citizens show to former liberation movements, SWAPO is unlikely to lose an election for at least 50 years, if ever. In less than two weeks SWAPO will have its congress to decide who will be the party’s president and also who will occupy the other top positions. Therefore, the health of the republic of Namibia is intricately intertwined with the health of the SWAPO party, in the absence of a competent opposition party, the Namibian electorate has no choice but to vote SWAPO – which in retrospect isn’t much of a choice.  After the 2014 National Elections which saw President Hag

Ask yourself that question, what would you do if you weren’t afraid? Sounds simple enough, but this is a loaded question, the simplicity is only on the surface, dig deeper and you’ll find a complex maze of thought provoking questions. Ask yourself this question a few times and you’ll realise that you won’t like the answers. I’ve been asking myself this question a lot, mostly in the mornings, because I can’t recognize the facing staring back at me in the mirror anymore. He looks like me, faded tribal marks, wild beard – when untrimmed. He brushes in the same sequence as me – bottom teeth first, spit one and rinse. He even sings like me – carrying a tune haphazardly. However, he is not me. He is afraid, he is apprehensive, he’s like a caged animal.  I don’t know how I became afraid, maybe it’s the repeated failures. If Adulting was a video game, then I would be on my last life. I don’t know how I became afraid, maybe I became comfortable? I ruled that option out, because my