The return of Januworry
Not so long ago (literally 40 days ago), I had a weekly column in Namibia's second biggest newspaper. Every Friday was a happy day, because a brand new edition of the chronicles would be out. Yes, I had a spin off column which shares the same name as my blog (sue me!). There was no hype or over exaggeration, just pure unfiltered creativity. I was allowed to be myself, I earned myself my own niche as a social commentator who told his truth in sarcastic humour (excuse the self-ego rubbing). So I thought I would reward my ardent followers with a little something-something. Introducing, (Drum roll please) the return of Januworry. The month of January or Januworry for most is devious. It is more deceptive than the push up bra and low cut jeans put together. Nothing is what it seems, people be keeping up appearances but undertaking the most drastic cost cutting measures on the sly. Like suddenly switching from Orange Juice to Oros, apparently because they are tryin...