Chronicles of Fly

Let me tell you a story, a very long story. Sit down or stand still (if you’re reading this from a mobile device), this might take a while. When I was younger, we formed our own neighbourhood soccer team – like many boys our age. They weren’t any youth teams or academies on the east side of Oshakati at the time, so we took initiative and banded together. I was around 13 -14 years old, I was the oldest in the group, and so by default and physical development, I became team captain by unanimous vote. Everyone else on the team was a year or two younger than me. We played against similar rag tag teams from the villages surrounding Oshakati and the township of Oneshila . We didn’t have a fancy name, a team bus or a special coach. We didn’t even have jerseys, what we usually did was try and wear the same colour t-shirt. We only had talent and courage. Tactics were only available when our coach and neighbourhood barber Shiti was around, he would share his wealth of expertise, gaine...

Life has ups and it has downs. The effects of each vary from one individual to the next, but they usually comprise of unconstrained happiness during the up and devastating sadness during the down period. I’ve been told that I am always emotionally neutral. So people can never tell if I am going up or coming down. Which sounds like rubbish to me, people should pay more attention.  I go through ups and they’re followed by downs. I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is ‘No’ – I am not bipolar, that’s some serious shit. I just have problems dealing with the psychological challenges of life. It also doesn’t help that I tend to keep my emotions concealed, I am the poster child for emotional bottling. I was even elected president of Emotional Bottlers Anonymous. What you’re detecting is sarcasm, the façade of emotional bottlers, or so I have been told.  When I was a young man, I used to think it was a good idea to fight the melancholy. Fight darkness with light an...