But not on my side, but the... other side.
Yesterday, I was walking up to the art-shop, just past the internet cafe, when someone called out, "Mr Mashora", and I turned, and to my dismay there, behind me as my eldest cousin... down here we call them brothers, and we started chatting, with him telling me how he was already a week in the Western Cape down from Durban and he had parked his car at Jubilee square, and how he had an appointment for his art [good quality too] at Cape Point, but he could make time for a chat.
I was stunned, floored, that he should find me at THIS time, and realised instantly that the holy spirit was at work, and he was fighting for his life, because i had promised that the next time I sat at a terminal would be to issue judgement, and so he was trying to deter me by playing on my filial affections, which by NOW are non-existent, and yet when I dismissed him brusquely, and walked away tense and VERY upset, he still tracked me down to the workshop, and from there we talked, and he asked me why I was shut off from everyone, with a very wealthy 'sister' just a few clicks away in Fish Hoek, and dressed like... this, and I told him the absolute truth, leaving God out of it, and he saw my side of it, and he was quite sympathetic, and he asked me what I wanted HIM to do for me, to which I had no answer... I mean, how can I say to him thanks for telling me my sister is still alive, but it would be best for you to run back home to Zimbabwe now, because the days when I become the OVERLORD of this whole earth, which are now up on us, will reveal a fury that the world has not ever seen or known, and it would be best if you were also out of sight because I might... remember... and be as destructive to YOU as I am about to be to people who have NOT even heard of me yet?
But of course, the holy spirit was NOT done with his appeal to my better self, because what woke me up this morning with rasta,[for work that had to go to Cape Town as an order] at the workshop, was a song by Tracy Chapman, or rather the lines
is all that you can say
years gone by and still
words dont come easily
like sorry...
but you can say baby
baby can I hold you tonight
maybe if i told you the right words
will you be mine?
{Editing... edition... whatever?
just found out NOW when I saw the lyrics that the woman is saying sorry is all that you CANT say, and for a moment I wanted to change course and let nicky? off the hook, but hey, she intentionally pissed me off, so she gets what she deserves, and the fact is, there is NOTHING anyone, mother or otherwise, can do about IT, because THAT is what I wait for}
And i knew he was still bent on involving nicky?, someone i hate, in my life so that I can not fully be... myself, and thus can never appreciate God but always be bitter towards Him for giving me someone that I do not like when in effect I have ALL the power of veto or acceptance towards ANYONE that I come across.
So THAT decided me, and come rain come thunder, I will NOT have nicky? anywhere near me.
Actually, I have more than half a mind to kill butt-head, michelle, nicky? and leave them all hanging somewhere public while I laugh at the mother for trying to ... stay my hand.
frankly, I despised nicky? on sight, and have continued doing so since then, because not only did she get ... introduced... to me via visions, with her face shown and the fact that she would be willing to have something to do with me if i were lenient, but also because I am continuously HERE, right in her face, and if SHE was interested in having something to do with me, I would maybe have shown her to her face what kind of insect I think her as.
Which reminds me...
today last year... ah, today is the 13th, right?... I sent an email to michelle telling her I was fed up with her and would have nothing to do with her, and today, after noon, last year, around 1302pm, to be a bit precise, whe sent a reply telling me that she would report me to the church, the library and happy valley home for my offensive e-mails.
mmmh!
not only is TOMORROW Valentine's day, with all the paraphenalia that women attach to that day, but ALSO, if she was as low-down as she had pretended to me, she would have been at the library reading these emails, but she was obviously sitting with her chums, and discussing ways to get back at this presumptuous refugee, as the library, on Wednesdays, closes at 1230pm.
That was the first time I became ... aware... of being watched by various pairs of eyes... and THAT pissed me off, and so, to say I will just walk away from all that without having serious PAYBACK is like saying that a crocodile can fly.
Now, here I am, just a few metres away people, and I am challenging you to... DO something NOW, again, on the anniversary of the day you all decided you were going to teach me a lesson, and I PROMISE you all we will deal with THIS before the week is out, and your whole conceptions of ... life... would be altered totally.
I still have some minutes to go, so, dare anyone of you assholes mess with ME?
Anyway, because i promised that today I will distribute the fore-runners of my... judgement, I have to start at the place where they sat down and heard me out.
I will NOT spare nicky? or michelle, or butt-head, so THAT probably rules the mother out because she will want to take her kids side... and in that case i will leave her behind to face the forces of nature such as she has never felt...
but I do not think Allison is... related to them, and her... appearances were too... convenient for her to be just... passing by, and anyway, she has a nice pair of legs on her, and so, I will put my sticky finger out there and snatch her for myself.
then there is the... other person who made an impression on me, this bulky woman who parked her car opposite the internet cafe one time, and then paused uncertainly when i walked out, as though she wanted to come in and get herself noticed but could NOT do that because i was leaving.
it was the expression on her face and the fact that she had clearly judged herself, from her dimensions, as suitable, that made her stick in my mind, and now I put out sticky finger number two.
then the blond chick whose greeting was several decibels out of...normal... range when she walked into the internet cafe and sat opposite me but to one side.
her nose was quite nice.
that makes three.
there are only TWO left.
Then I get... busy!
Now, there are, on a bat wing, FOUR finger like extensions that form the folding part of the wing, and the last one is that ...'finger'... that sticks out and is unattached to anything
IF you see what I see, or how i see, you could say that the three 'fingers' represent women that are alone, but the last two would be a mother and daughter, with the daughter quite grown up and already having had sex... I have a thing about... seconds... not 'firsts' because the women have to be already put in the mud before I come, simply because I can not abide having a woman who has grown up in this day and age, under the current system, who then says she is some how ... worthy... because she has never let a man touch her... let me call that mixing diamonds and gold... anything I do not... START... in the mind... is to me useless, so I would rather have the useless things and make my own way with what I make myself.
And THAT does not mean the woman with the big head and her daughter;- I could puke just looking at her; I saw her the last time I was at the Simonstown Library, and she made my skin crawl, although she was wise enough to sit far from me, which shows how the affluent white people are having their cups of tea with me as a treat.
FUCK, I would just LOVE to turn your worlds upside down, fools, and leave you dead as doornails.
DO NOT WORRY, I am making it happen soon!
You will see!
I would like women that I saw up close and personal, and looked up and down from head to toe, and liked, and so far, the list is not that long, because you see, I have to do this before...
FUCK YOU KNOW I am bout to say this Saturday, but you see, this time, it is for real, because I have figured out the rest of what comes before... and it was about a woman I could not stand to have near, someone who made my claws come out and that can be taken as michelle or nicky? and when I finally ... focus ... on them then my claws or teeth come out and THEN I can say, "BY Saturday, everyone will KNOW my name", because this was because of the fear that I would be exposed when that happened, and while I am not covered NOW, I am at least NOT that exposed, because I want the women that I chose to get a chance to come to me... the ten.. when I have the world trembling... at the Lord Nelson Hotel in Cape Town, but between then and the time the darkness first descends, I have to be content with staying in a place where there is no internet access and I am likely to fade into the background... yeah, right!
See, I have to work on that, a bit!
But there is till some considerable time, right?
them know me nuh scared me now!
So THAT decided me, and come rain come thunder, I will NOT have nicky? anywhere near me.
Actually, I have more than half a mind to kill butt-head, michelle, nicky? and leave them all hanging somewhere public while I laugh at the mother for trying to ... stay my hand.
frankly, I despised nicky? on sight, and have continued doing so since then, because not only did she get ... introduced... to me via visions, with her face shown and the fact that she would be willing to have something to do with me if i were lenient, but also because I am continuously HERE, right in her face, and if SHE was interested in having something to do with me, I would maybe have shown her to her face what kind of insect I think her as.
Which reminds me...
today last year... ah, today is the 13th, right?... I sent an email to michelle telling her I was fed up with her and would have nothing to do with her, and today, after noon, last year, around 1302pm, to be a bit precise, whe sent a reply telling me that she would report me to the church, the library and happy valley home for my offensive e-mails.
mmmh!
not only is TOMORROW Valentine's day, with all the paraphenalia that women attach to that day, but ALSO, if she was as low-down as she had pretended to me, she would have been at the library reading these emails, but she was obviously sitting with her chums, and discussing ways to get back at this presumptuous refugee, as the library, on Wednesdays, closes at 1230pm.
That was the first time I became ... aware... of being watched by various pairs of eyes... and THAT pissed me off, and so, to say I will just walk away from all that without having serious PAYBACK is like saying that a crocodile can fly.
Now, here I am, just a few metres away people, and I am challenging you to... DO something NOW, again, on the anniversary of the day you all decided you were going to teach me a lesson, and I PROMISE you all we will deal with THIS before the week is out, and your whole conceptions of ... life... would be altered totally.
I still have some minutes to go, so, dare anyone of you assholes mess with ME?
Anyway, because i promised that today I will distribute the fore-runners of my... judgement, I have to start at the place where they sat down and heard me out.
I will NOT spare nicky? or michelle, or butt-head, so THAT probably rules the mother out because she will want to take her kids side... and in that case i will leave her behind to face the forces of nature such as she has never felt...
but I do not think Allison is... related to them, and her... appearances were too... convenient for her to be just... passing by, and anyway, she has a nice pair of legs on her, and so, I will put my sticky finger out there and snatch her for myself.
then there is the... other person who made an impression on me, this bulky woman who parked her car opposite the internet cafe one time, and then paused uncertainly when i walked out, as though she wanted to come in and get herself noticed but could NOT do that because i was leaving.
it was the expression on her face and the fact that she had clearly judged herself, from her dimensions, as suitable, that made her stick in my mind, and now I put out sticky finger number two.
then the blond chick whose greeting was several decibels out of...normal... range when she walked into the internet cafe and sat opposite me but to one side.
her nose was quite nice.
there are only TWO left.
Then I get... busy!
Now, there are, on a bat wing, FOUR finger like extensions that form the folding part of the wing, and the last one is that ...'finger'... that sticks out and is unattached to anything
IF you see what I see, or how i see, you could say that the three 'fingers' represent women that are alone, but the last two would be a mother and daughter, with the daughter quite grown up and already having had sex... I have a thing about... seconds... not 'firsts' because the women have to be already put in the mud before I come, simply because I can not abide having a woman who has grown up in this day and age, under the current system, who then says she is some how ... worthy... because she has never let a man touch her... let me call that mixing diamonds and gold... anything I do not... START... in the mind... is to me useless, so I would rather have the useless things and make my own way with what I make myself.
And THAT does not mean the woman with the big head and her daughter;- I could puke just looking at her; I saw her the last time I was at the Simonstown Library, and she made my skin crawl, although she was wise enough to sit far from me, which shows how the affluent white people are having their cups of tea with me as a treat.
FUCK, I would just LOVE to turn your worlds upside down, fools, and leave you dead as doornails.
DO NOT WORRY, I am making it happen soon!
You will see!
I would like women that I saw up close and personal, and looked up and down from head to toe, and liked, and so far, the list is not that long, because you see, I have to do this before...
FUCK YOU KNOW I am bout to say this Saturday, but you see, this time, it is for real, because I have figured out the rest of what comes before... and it was about a woman I could not stand to have near, someone who made my claws come out and that can be taken as michelle or nicky? and when I finally ... focus ... on them then my claws or teeth come out and THEN I can say, "BY Saturday, everyone will KNOW my name", because this was because of the fear that I would be exposed when that happened, and while I am not covered NOW, I am at least NOT that exposed, because I want the women that I chose to get a chance to come to me... the ten.. when I have the world trembling... at the Lord Nelson Hotel in Cape Town, but between then and the time the darkness first descends, I have to be content with staying in a place where there is no internet access and I am likely to fade into the background... yeah, right!
See, I have to work on that, a bit!
But there is till some considerable time, right?
Gully side inna me place
them know me nuh scared me now!
