Chronicles of Fly

If i had a dollar for every single time that someone told me that i couldn't do something i wanted to do, i wouldn't necessarily be millionaire but i sure would have an awful lot one dollar coins. "You're just not good enough" or "you can't do it" and as i got older "we regret to inform you". The afore mentioned are just a few of the phrases that were used to politely disappoint me  and stop me from trying. But I never stopped trying, I don't know if it's because i have a hard head. No, really! My head is so hard that a Ngandjera chap once hit me with a can at a Tate Buti concert and it was the can that ended up with a dent. No one will let you get what you want, you have to fight for it. No one will serve it to you on a silver platter. You fight for it like Harry "the terminator" Simon in his prime. Go big or go home and if home is very far away, then you are in trouble. I am not saying keep trying to record an album ...

Dear Unemployment Unemployment my old foe, so you say that you missed me. Well I didn't miss you at all. I thought that I was done with your unpleasant presence. You say that I just hurt your feelings? Dude! You do know that no one likes you right? You're loathed by millions across seven continents, you should be more like your cousin 13th cheque, that guy has more friends than a promiscuous girl .You say that you are lonely, that since I've left you've have no one to depress and break down psychologically. Well, that's not what the statistics say, according to talented number crunchers I am one of nearly 300 000 Namibians who has to put up with you. Now, the last time we did this dance you had it all your way, we just sat around procrastinating. This time, I call the shots: we will do it my way. I talk and you listen, I'm not going to sit and play with you like you're little puppy (I got shit to do, so deal with it). What! did you just call me ...

I opened my eyes, I looked up and then left and right. I saw nothing in the half darkness that filled the room, it blocked out most of the light emanating from outside. I was so drained that it felt as though I actually had a physical confrontation with something, something that keeps invading my dreams. Now I know how Harry Potter felt when lord Voldemort invaded his mind, raided through his thoughts and then went on to attempt to twist and unhinge his mind to unbalance his mental equilibrium. As my breathing lowered itself from gasping for air like someone was trying to suffocate me (which coincidentally was what happened in the dream), to the normal short breath in and short breath out. I collected myself long enough to realize that there was fuckery going on here, fuckery of the highest order. For all I knew I could still be dreaming, dreaming about waking up from a dream. Was I having a dream within another dream? It was either that or I had clearly watched inception one ...