Now, yesterday was probably the most emotionally wrenching day I have had since coming to South Africa:- I went to the art shop in the afternoon, having worked out to myself that I was in effect saying goodbye to people, since after a few days me and no other Zimbabwean will be on ... friendly terms, and this kid, whom I wrote about as having a resemblance to my nephew, same age and same manner of smiling, (although my eldder sister's eldest speaks slowly) came and we started horsing around, playing in the alley, and it was like ablow to the face, because the last time I ever got... familiar ... with any child was when I was with my nephew, who, growing up, used to think; with my unorthodox view on life, and tendency towards violence, I was the BUZZ.
Then my mother's contempt for my lack of commitment rubbed off on him, and I left home, we grew apart, and when I came back again, it was not the same, he had other ... heroes, and I was an embarrassment.
When I left I never even said goodbye, but when I was here, and things were bad, and my mom knew that nothing she could say would coerce me to come home, she used my sister to tell me that my nephew was ill, because it was as obvious as the noonday sun toeveryone how I thought the world of my nephew; the only human being I had observed and cherished from birth, when he was so incredibly small, to his school years.
I did not go, of course, because I was getting caught up in this God thing, and my resentment was getting its outlet, slowly but surely, because my anger was and is, shifting from God to the real reason for my unhappiness... people.
Now, as to the... correction:
Listen up:- in a short while, instead of ME being the Big Kahuna, what is going to happen is that the earth will turn and present the sunny side as Alaska, which, for as long as is necessary, will be under perpetual daylight, getting rid of all the frost and ice and preparing mild, dry ground for me to live in. At the same time, obama and his administration will... die, and leave... OK already. At the same time, as darkness [the crocodile eating the sun] descends on Africa, Khayelitsha and Harare will empty their trash to hell, and leave me with undisputed... charge... over everything, so much so that even the holy spirit will have to give up his attempts to make me into a follower of christ and ... scram, leaving me with my health unimpaired, see?
Now, think of the... consequences of having arguably the most stupid people in Africa, the Xhosa people, robbed of their natural prey, the Zimbabweans [for every Zimbabwean harmed in this counrty I will extract a blood-atonement of a thousnad of whichever race or half race is responsible] and who do you think will suffer the brunt of it?
Come on, the fucking president was singing 'mushini wami' when he was in court for rape charges, I mean have you ever heard the like?
So, of course, dear little white ladies will have to hug their purses to themselves and not walk alone, because, unfortunatley, the... rule of law will NOT exist once i start, because the fools only have to look at the fact that their entire Khayas have less space than the bathrooms of the white people's booi's quarters, and they will be up in arms. Fuck these are a people who went on strile because of free toilets not being the way they wanted them to be... fucking assholes are used to handouts, like Cape baboons!
However, speaking of 'booi's or boys, well, if someone calls me a boy and he is older than me and black, I will take it without much chagrin, but when one asshole ridiculed me in front of people and called me 'happy Valley Boy', he unwittinlgy signed his death warrant.
No two ways about it, I will KILL butt-head, simple and straightforward.
What he called me is a killing insult, and for that he dies. I was playing the good guy before, trying to find reasons for not killing him, but fuck that, no one, no white perso, insults me and gets away with it. Same goes for the assholes who were sent by michelle, and for the Moto Mia guy and Mr Big -Ears.
Same goes for any one, actually.
Even my fellow Zimbabweans. Now, those who insulted me in South Africa are safe as long as they STAY in South Africa, but once they think of going home to Zim, I will kill them there. Here, there is no need to air our laundry in public, but once they cross the border, and are among people who have no predilection to judge us as a collection of warring monkeys, THEN there is no reason NOT to kill them.
Fact is, the only people I will NEVER touch are my sisters, a cousin of mine and my nephew. My parents are another issue, I am NOT unequivocal about THEM, it depends on them, because they rub me the wrong way and I will tear them apart.
Doesnt matter that one is female; I WILL NOT be ridiculed any more.
So, there is the warning. As I leave here, I am going back to the art shop, and well, if the OSC has anything they want to... do, a confrontation or stuff... hell, I am game, and we will play till the crows come home to roost, YESSS!!
Now, that I have said my piece, I have to also add that I will extract even from Sam, Rasta, et.c., some revenge, even if they STAY in South Africa, because, see, I never forget, nor forgive as you understand forgiveness.
Now, it is WAR! And the only certain thing is, you fight me, YOU LOSE!
