Chronicles of Fly

Beware Pessimists rarely achieve great things; on the other hand blind optimists happen to commit suicide more often. I’m not saying live your life without hope; you cannot live life without hope. When you set your alarm for the next morning without even knowing if you will be alive to wake up to that alarm, you are unconsciously nurturing the flames of hope that light the fire of most human beings. I just wanted to share some lessons that life has taught me, lessons that I had to learn the hard way, so beware. Beware of giving so much of yourself to other people, they take all they can for themselves and leave nothing for you. Beware of listening to people’s problems, they will tell you of all their problems, heartaches and nonsense and leave when you finally have one little problem that you need them to listen to. Beware of always rescuing people, they get used to it and when you need rescuing they will tell you “it’s ok, you are strong, and you will be fine”. ...

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 ...

"I held in my pain, so I could help you with yours. You are now my pain, holding it in hurts me, letting it out hurts you." I held in my pain, I put that shit to the side. So that I could be there for you, to help you deal with pain. I wanted to stay strong for you, be you rock on soft ground, your anchor in rough seas. I never knew that you can't postpone the effects of pain indefinitely, you can delay them but that only makes them much worse. When they hit me, I had no Idea what the fuck was happening to me. I felt my hear overheat like an old cars engine, I thought I was hearing voices. I was slowly losing my mind, my sanity was sliding off its hinges and I was scared shitless. Frightened people do very stupid things, I turned away from the one person who gave me strength. I gave her a shoulder so cold it almost was inhumane, I doubt she will ever trust me again. In my selfishness, I never thought about her, never realized that in my stupid and childish action...

  Hey you. Yes you, I am talking to you. No! stop looking around, there are no hidden cameras, stop pinching yourself this is not a figment of your imagination. Come on, really! Now you are just being silly, remove your hands from your ears, you are not hearing voices. Please step away from that ledge, you know that people can't fly. Please move that loaded gun away from your head, you know a bullet is harder than your skull, in the fight of human vs. hand gun; the human has never won. Please remove that rope from around your neck and step down from there, you know if you go through with this you are not only going to die but you will literally shit yourself, not only will you be dead but then you will really be full of shit. What is it that lead you to this lowest of points in your life, how did you end up in this valley of depression. What problem is so big that you choose death instead of facing it. Listen to me, you are not doing anyone a favour, the world is not going to be ...

I'm what you call a funny blogger; I use my wit and sarcastic humour to make people laugh. It’s my signature style, seldom do I sit down and actually delve into deep thought and write about bread and butter issues, but when I do I bring everything to the table. I don't take sides when I write serious posts; I just tell it like it is, here goes! According to the FinScope Consumer Survey 2012 in which 1200 Adults were interviewed 52 % earn N$1000 or less, which means that four out of ten Namibians would have been stranded without cash in the last six months. 9% say they had to get money from friends to make ends meet. Only three % received a salary cheque bigger than N$11 000 every month, they make up 7 % who say that they have no problems paying their bills. About 76 % stated that they struggle to make end meet, with 12 % relying on government old age pension. now I guess you understand why so many ordinary Namibians drink so much, but that's the fuckery of life. Working cla...