Chronicles of Fly

Why do men cheat? The universe of excuses stretches infinitely, but the answer is really simple. Men cheat because they choose to, and because they want to. Some of my peers might say it’s because of temptation. What? Gerara here! Shiet man! Temptation is not a Jedi, it doesn’t have mind control powers. Temptation will always be there. Let me illustrate: I am allergic to Mopane worms , but every time that my aunt fries them, I get tempted to have one and pretend that allergies don’t affect people with dreadlocks. If I did try a Mopane worm, it wouldn’t be because of temptation, but because I willingly made the choice indulge myself when I shouldn’t.  If I can resist the urge to have juicy Mopane worms, then temptation of the flesh can totally be resisted. Once a cheater, always a cheater. This is a sad reality, cheating is like smoking, the best way to stop is not to start in the first place. Women love the idea of men that they can fix, women are attracted to men with a...

Warning: This blog post contains stereotypes, read at own discretion. When I was a kid, I wished I was white. Especially when I was in trouble. All the white kids I saw on TV, had it good. They set the dog on fire and all the mother does is send them to their room, “Kyle, you’ve been a very bad boy. Very bad, go to your room and think about what you’ve done.”  In a black African household, you don’t want to get sent to your room. You don’t want to go to the sitting room, the living room, the bathroom, any room. You don’t want to go into a structure with four walls, and a door, a door that can be locked. Heck no! Are you trying to commit suicide? You don’t want to go to your room. You want to go outside. Go outside, stand next to the fence, and say hi to the neighbours. Greet Mr Nekundi, Mrs Nekundi, their daughter Iyaloo and your best friend Shapata, you’ll even greet the dog. If your mom wants to smack you, she’ll have to come and get you. But not before she greet...