Chronicles of Fly

To say I have gone through some shit this year is an understatement, its one of those years that I am not afraid to write off and say good riddens. Never take time for granted and act as if tomorow is guaranteed, I say this because I now know what I didn't know before. In oshiwambo there is a saying, it goes "kalunga itekupe esiku". When translated to English it means that god does not give a date. He does not send an Instant Message on whatsapp to say "Yo Fly! Sup my nigga? I'm coming to get ya so we can go to the big mansion in the sky in seven days. So drink like a fish & make a few heirs to the throne". It doesn't quite work like that, when its that time its that time. No one knows when their day is, so in my sarcastic opinion its a good thing to cherish and appreciate your friends and loved ones while there is time. Show them how much you care and really live a life worth living because like I said earlier death does not make appointments. It c...

If scientists were bored and perhaps decided to mess around a bit and invent a device that delves into a persons mind. Deep into the thought centre of a human being and perhaps decided to try it on me, then they would find scary things. I'm talking scary on the loch ness monster to anaconda to Godzilla scale, yep! That scary! When I mean scary, I mean very frightening. Nothing like those wussy vampires in twilight, more like count Dracula scary. This is the part I stop rambling and get back to making my point. It is my belief that most of my emotional and psychological damage is self inflicted. In short, I fucked myself up! Mostly due to the fact that my brain refuses to shut down and goes into overdrive during emotional turbulence. My brain just refuses to go off even when its bedtime leading me to devise activities that tire me out like an out of shape Benni Mcarthy. Deep inside my mind lies a little island patrolled by terminators with firewalls and fortifications that make gri...

The great thing about having people in your life is that they add just that little bit of quality to it. They make you smile when you don't want to, they make you happy when you would rather stay angry and they make you laugh so much that you forget the fuckery of life.When you lose one of those people, it leaves a void. A void that can't be filled, when they leave they take that quality they added to your life with them. The great thing about having a younger sibling is that you always have someone to annoy the shit out of you, and periodically make you laugh. It's great to have someone behind you to pass advice to, someone to set a good example for. Loosing a younger sibling is the worst feeling in the world. It leaves a void that can never be filled. It leaves self doubt and regret running through your mind. The worst torture to a human soul is the phrase "what if". What if it was not real, what of he/she is coming back, what if I had been kinder and less of a...

December is the best month of the year, but for us mere vehicle less peasants it presents a challenge as far as movements and mobility are concerned. What am I saying? Am I saying that not having a car in Namibia during the festive (crazy) season means you are pretty much screwed? Yep! pretty much, you can bet your bonus cheque  on it. Trying to get to the north during December is a challenge in itself, made all the more difficult by the sometimes thuggish operating mentality of long distance bus operators. Those guys are ruthless, even sharks have more protocol than they do. If you have never seen them fighting over a passenger, literary ripping luggage from the customers hands and pulling them in three different directions, then you haven't lived. What they do is regulated but how they do it is not. They hike prices when the demand rises, sometimes they will charge you three times normal price if you're traveling with a back pack. Simply because you are taking up a s...

Biologically I had three brothers, notice I used past tense. I did so because one of them has sadly passed to the other side. My little brother Natangwe, was my mothers last born, he followed after me. In oshiwambo we call younger siblings "shilandula shandje". Simply meaning the one who followed after me. My cousin usually refers to me as the brother given to him by his other mother, he broke the news to me. It was the most silent conversation we have ever had, I could hear the dread in his voice. I love my cousin, I ain't afraid to say it, no homo. With him watching my back, (my cousin) I still have three brothers. I am still clouded in disbelief, its unimaginable for me. Reality still hangs over me, even though I've been avoiding it. Denial was and is always the first reaction, "It can't be true, my lil bro was only 23". I am not a church goer but I do believe in god as strange as it may be. I know if god saw it fit to call my brother home its because...

December in the southern hemisphere is blazing hot like the melting point of hell; it is the climax of summer. December is also a month of joy, bringing with it a well earned rest and break after a long year of struggle, the trees are green, flowers go into full bloom and the birds sing cheerfully in half screams like a woman on the verge of an orgasm. December in the northern hemisphere is a different beast, it is cruel and unforgiving. It is the coldest month of the year after January, it is dark and gloomy, and you will feel alone. You will feel even more alone if you are far from the person you care about the most. You will feel the cold so much you will starting wondering if hell has frozen over. December was unbearable, it was the worst time of my life, and I didn’t have the person most dear to my heart in my life anymore. I felt more alone than an orphan polar bear at the North Pole. Days seemed to have morphed into long continuous nights that yielded no sleep at al...