Last time I started a blog I went a full year without updating it…😬
Back then my excuse was ‘school’. 🤷🏾♂️
But, this time around, I shall not let procrastination be the demise of my young WordPress blog! 🤓
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. 😒
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. 💦
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! 😳
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… 👎🏾
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. 😡
I’d be able to update my blog though but, I’d have to forget my dream of cohabitation with music. 😥
And on top of that, not only would I have a devalued 2nd-hand item, the shillings left would literally sweat to oblivion 😫
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. 🤦🏾♂️
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! 😱
It’s like ordering a two-piece chicken meal only to be told that there’s no chicken. 😅
I’m not even done yet…
It’s like fist-pumping your friends cause you don’t know how strong cholera is. 👊🏾
It’s like being naive by telling everyone that, it will be okay & yet God has other ideas! 🙌🏾
It’s like saving up money for saving up money! 🤣
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) 😏
Our sense of feeling died some way back! 🌶
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. 👏🏾
Imagine being told that irregardless is not even a word.
Irregardless of that, I’m not done yet!