I’m Not Done Yet

Last time I started a blog I went a full year without updating it…๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Back then my excuse was ‘school’. ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ

But, this time around, I shall not let procrastination be the demise of my young WordPress blog! ๐Ÿค“

Alas, Zimbabwe has a way of pulling you in places you didn’t know had the ability to stretch.

If you haven’t had the pain of selling a beloved tech-device-slash-equipment then I can assume you live a luxury of no regret. ๐Ÿ˜’

Regret is where I found myself just before 2019 rocked up.

On one hand you have thirsty me plotting to go out on New Year’s Eve. ๐Ÿ’ฆ

While on the other hand, my conscious kept telling me to reconsider any unwise spending.

And just like ‘pfeeee’ it was all gone… most of it that is! ๐Ÿ˜ณ

As I stood at the place where all things are seldom sold & lost (H&S); I found myself questioning my decision for putting up certain items for sale.

If I let it go, I’d have to scrounge the deepest bowels of the city of Bulawayo to get a replacement.

Ain’t nobody got time for that… ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿพ

Was the risk worth the reward?

The reward being sustenance with the comfort a few foreign shillings; around here that’s something worth more than blood, food & life itself. (I KID YOU NOT)

Would I fold?

The upside is that I’d go a few weeks looking for a suitable replacement.

Unfortunately, with the work I tend to do, a switch back to ‘windows’ would leave me at a disadvantage.

The uninspiring black keyboard & long startup time has certainly worked me up. ๐Ÿ˜ก

I’d be able to update my blog though but, I’d have to forget my dream of cohabitation with music. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

And on top of that, not only would I have a devalued 2nd-hand item, the shillings left would literally sweat to oblivion ๐Ÿ˜ซ

See the dilemma?

22 days later I only have ONE blog post to open up a shite 2019 & I already feel like pulling my hair out.

That’s how life is on the other side of the other side.

I sound like I have nice life problems & yet I forget to mention the economic crisis in Rhodesia. ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ

Petty squabbles on overpriced bond notes; something you wouldn’t know.

It’s like using money that doesn’t exist.

It’s like knowing something is expensive but, has no worth.

It’s like eating pizza with no cheese! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ

It’s like ordering a two-piece chicken meal only to be told that there’s no chicken. ๐Ÿ˜…

I’m not even done yet…

It’s like fist-pumping your friends cause you don’t know how strong cholera is. ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿพ

It’s like being naive by telling everyone that, it will be okay & yet God has other ideas! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ

It’s like saving up money for saving up money! ๐Ÿคฃ

We don’t feel the pains of being black, born rich or poor?

We don’t feel the pains of being young, educated or unemployed?

We don’t feel nothing out here in Rhodesia.

A limp nation taking a constant beating. ( I didn’t see that sexual pun) ๐Ÿ˜

Our sense of feeling died some way back! ๐ŸŒถ

Because now all we do is cry…

And to think there were days when those beatings were good.

I wonder how it feels now…to realize that if you’re Zimbabwean, all you’ve ever done is vote & cry. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ

Imagine being told that irregardless is not even a word.


Irregardless of that, I’m not done yet!



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