Sunday, 30 December 2012

Me nuh let go

tatadza kukanganwa isu, kukanganwa takoniwa

Thus goes a line in the song above, about how " we have failed to forget, to forget we have failed"
which is quite apt as I consider that I have failed quite literally to let butt-head off the hook. He must pay, and since I am a direct person, the only way he COULD pay would be if I had my hands on him.
So, I offer him a choice: He can forthwith GO to Zimbabwe and leave his house to... NOT me, but to my friend, Rasta, and three other guys who yesterday asked me to look for accommodation for them nearer Simonstsown to save transport costs.
Or I kill him, since my time is here I feel it in every pore of my body, and the first person I would hunt is him, and totally mangle him, and trample him and strngle him and smash him and crush him, and rouse him to more torture till I finally broke his neck, the fool.
My offer is valid till I get frustrated, which, given the circumstances, is about... a few hours.
Then I get personal, very personal.
However if he goes to Zimbabwe no one will lay a hand on him; that is my prerogative should he ever LEAVE it: then I will make him wish he had never been born!