Chronicles of Fly

Ask yourself that question, what would you do if you weren’t afraid? Sounds simple enough, but this is a loaded question, the simplicity is only on the surface, dig deeper and you’ll find a complex maze of thought provoking questions. Ask yourself this question a few times and you’ll realise that you won’t like the answers. I’ve been asking myself this question a lot, mostly in the mornings, because I can’t recognize the facing staring back at me in the mirror anymore. He looks like me, faded tribal marks, wild beard – when untrimmed. He brushes in the same sequence as me – bottom teeth first, spit one and rinse. He even sings like me – carrying a tune haphazardly. However, he is not me. He is afraid, he is apprehensive, he’s like a caged animal.  I don’t know how I became afraid, maybe it’s the repeated failures. If Adulting was a video game, then I would be on my last life. I don’t know how I became afraid, maybe I became comfortable? I ruled that option out, because...

The other day, I was surfing the interwebs to pass time, yes I have succumbed to the evil temptation of procrastinating instead of writing. I was switching between my social media applications when an interesting tweet flashed across my time line. “Why is it that in Namibia, whites (Afrikaners and Europeans) get along better than most tribes (black ethnic groups).” I laughed, because of the underlying hypocrisy. The individual behind the tweet used to sit at the table of power and now that he has been exiled from the table, he criticizes the government, and the ruling party, institutions that once fed him. Like a pastor denouncing his own church. My initial response was the Oshiwambo proverb, “Omayoka ihagiili.” Snakes don’t bite each other . I ditched this answer because, 1) snakes do bite each other, heck, they ingest each other. I once watched an episode on the discovery channel where a snake swallowed another snake whole, 2) it sounds hateful. So I decided...