Archive for November, 2010

Stressed out kids

I had a friendly conversation with some neighbourhood kids this morning. It started out pretty basic but as 7 o’clock rolled round, you could see them rapidly becoming more and more anxious.

With my inquisitive instincts kicking in, I asked them why they were so tense. I got the usual evasive answers of “Nothing”; “The usual” and my all time favourite: “Just stuff, you know…” I had to bite my tongue in an effort not to laugh, because I know those lines why too well. I can’t even count how many times I’ve used them before. I have to admit, it’s been a while since someone felt the need to use those shielded phrases against me but I guess it’s just how we have been trained to react.

We’ve been trained to be perfect and pretty much capable of handling anything the world throws at us… alone! The conversation continued for a few blocks but since they were running late for school, I invited them over for hot chocolate and computer games this afternoon (after they finish their homework of course). Honestly I have no idea what’s bothering them. Maybe it’s just a test or some oral they are intimidated by; maybe it’s just something small that they have paid way too much attention too. Whatever it is, it’s robbing these 10 year olds of the pleasure that comes from learning and discovery.

These young dreamers are being forced (for whatever reason) to be over worked stress balls! It’s only 7am! How can we expect them to be the future of our world and be creative enough to solve problems we’ve learned to live with? How dare we place pressure on these kids to the extent where it is slowly chewing away at their zest for…well anything?! Children are growing up a lot faster than I had to and maybe it’s part of evolution and survival of the fittest bull shit but has anyone ever considered that maybe we’re evolving in the wrong direction?

This backwards evolution has a way of snow balling: ten years from now these kids will be starting their careers and thinking about starting a family and if they are already this stressed at age 10, I’m just wondering how healthy [never mind happy] they will be when they finally reach their early twenties? One of my new friends works at a normal 08:00-16:30 job and every second day he has some activity like Bible study or Youth classes and his weekends are full of little commitments and in the short time I’ve known him, I’ve seen these obligations eat at him.

These are small things that stay on his mind when he’s trying to relax. He’s so focused on all the things he’ll still have to do the rest of the week, he’s having trouble enjoying the moment right now. I’m not suggesting that he blows off everything and stay locked up in his room, I’m just hoping he’ll take my advice and learn to say no. Simply just saying no to one little thing over the weekend will give him a shot at regaining control.

It may sound ridiculous but out of experience I can tell you that saying no doesn’t come that easily to everyone and if you don’t learn how to say no every once in a while, life will build a brick wall and watch you run straight into it so you will be forced to say no…

It takes practice to find balance. I use to think that my life was pretty balanced when I was 16~ this was also around the time I thought my day was busy when I had an hour long activity besides school that day. In two years my confidence in my balancing ability *incorrectly* grew to the point where I was school everyday till about 6pm and usually went home to do home work for my 9 subjects [I only needed 6 to graduate] and this was on days I didn’t have to host parent evenings or talent shows or show a rounds or teach drama or debating or go on excursions. As silly as most of those things sound to me now, I loved every moment of it and spending my weekends on the sport field was just part of what I felt was a balanced life. I had perfect balance between my academics, cultural events, community projects, athletics and social events. However, I had to schedule time to play with my dogs! The only time I had to actually speak to my parents was the 5min when they were driving me across town from one activity to the next. I couldn’t speak to my cousins about anything, because all I knew, all my mind had time to focus on was school related things. One of the most pathetic things I did back then was buying the TV-guide so that I can read previews of my friends’ favourite TV shows in order to know enough about the episodes to pretend that I had watched it too!

It was truly a low point for me, mostly because I had to admit that I wasn’t as perfect as I thought I was. I didn’t have everything under control. Most people said I had too much on my plate but when I think about the circumstances, I disagree: it was more like I had additional plates in each hand. With all things considered I got off lightly, I managed to get through it even though I was a regular energizer bunny for about 2 months after I graduated for no particular reason. My friends on the other hand, had it a bit worse.

You know how there are those kids in High School who actually have keys to the school, well that was pretty much us. Out of my 6 closest friends 3 ended up in hospital due to depression and stress. We all had heavy loads and mostly it was our own doing, we chose to pile on the responsibilities and liked the achievement factor. But those of us who actually managed to stay out of hospital remembered the value of saying no. It took us a while and it was extremely hard to say no to each other so we learned to phrase it better. We loved using the phrase: “I’ll HELP” Not completely taking responsibility for the entire project but at the same time sharing the burden so that your friend won’t feel too alone. Even though we graduated 5 years ago, we still have a tendency to revert back to those roles. Mostly it’s beneficial because when it was all said and done, we managed to achieve some near impossible feats. However, my friends who had to cave under the pressure the people in their lives and mainly themselves placed on them, they are still haunted by it.

Every once in a while when something truly competitive or near overwhelming comes across their path, they still remember what they see as their ‘failure’ and you can actually see the fear sweep over them as they doubt their own capabilities… They still have trouble saying no when or asking for help because even though they remember it as one of their defining moments, they still like to pretend that it never happened, that it was just a bad dream. I love my friends and if I could, I would hold their hands throughout every tough decision they will ever have to make but I can’t. Because they built this image in their heads of asking for help or saying no equalling failure, they miss out on true moments of happiness and spend more time fighting their own daemons than actually getting things done.

It’s amazing how powerful that one little word: ‘No’ can be and how empowering it is to regain control of your snowballing-stress-filled-life. Remember that you are not the only person in the universe and you don’t have to do everything all by yourself…

Please,

AM

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The Story Behind Original Albums

I hate Greatest Hits albums!

Firstly: I’m a collector. If I like something, I like to have everything that revolves around that subject. So as a music lover, I am picky. I don’t like too many artists but when I finally get around to liking them, I really, really like them! Naturally this translates into me owning memorabilia and going to their shows and waking up with their songs stuck in my head. It also means that I have all of their albums. Each one individually shelved with its own set of memories attached. Then someone ruins this with a Greatest Hits Album.

Fifteen years ago this wouldn’t really have been a problem as I would have just rearranged my cassettes (we didn’t have CD’s yet when I was 8) but now I buy an album; download it onto my laptop and give the CD to one of my cousins or aunts who don’t have their own computers. So far it’s all good but as soon as I start playing music or trying to organize my folders I come across the problem of duplicates. In some cases hearing the same song play twice in a matter of minutes, is actually pretty awesome but the fact that this song sounds exactly alike and is basically just a waist of my memory drives me a bit loopy.

So do I keep the original stored under the original albums heading or do I opt for the new Hits album cover? This is exactly what I’ve been trying to determine for the last hour! I’m going insane. I don’t want to destroy my original albums and leave gaps in their numbering; I don’t want to delete most of the new album I just bought because truth be told, I find the cover interesting and new [it’s my logic, no need to be concerned if you don’t quite follow] and so I have 17 songs that are all duplicates and I have to delete.  I could just keep both but eventually theses 17 songs from one artist will turn into 170 songs from 10 artists and I really don’t feel like wasting that much space.

Obviously it makes more sense to delete the ones in Greatest Hits because I can still mark the songs to reference Greatest Hits and at least that way I only end up ripping to shreds one album instead of all 5. Annoyingly this will leave me with an album that only has 4 songs on it…

Secondly: I’m not stupid, I know which songs are good and which aren’t. Besides sales figures can’t determine if they are hits; making more money doesn’t make me like the songs any more or less. I know which songs I prefer and with a Greatest Hits album it is rare to find a story.

What I mean by this is the art of designing a good album. It’s not just throwing a bunch of songs onto a disc; posing for a photo and calling it a masterpiece. It’s carefully planning the message you want to share and showing your audience how you learned those lessons. Basically taking them step by step through your thought process and allowing them to share in your experiences so by the time the album is through, they feel like they shared an entire journey with you not just a bunch of random thoughts.

Maybe I’m making more out of this than I should but I have always been drawn to artists who can share their development instead of just doing what some producer and PR Manager think best. I’m one of those people who only use shuffle when I want to listen to several artists, not when I’m listening to one single album. Because what’s the point of having a track order if it is meaningless?

With Greatest Hit albums they usually put the tracks in chronological order or in order of profit margins. This doesn’t tell me anything I want to know… I want to feel closer to the musician that is why I buy their albums. I don’t just want to listen to their music, I want to understand it. With Greatest Hits CD’s I just feel the magic is missing…

It’s still sort off ok if they only put old songs [songs that are on other albums] on the Greatest Hits album. At least then I don’t have to buy the album because I’ll already own all of the songs in their original capacity. But no, everyone needs to add new songs on that they wish to release. That’s the biggest problem I have with Hits albums.

I get it, I really do: they have some spare songs that are pretty awesome but didn’t quite make it onto their last album for one reason or another and they don’t have enough of them to release a full new album so they just use their old hits as filler and try to sell the idea that the new tracks are actually a bonus. Well guess what: it messes with my system!

I don’t expect anyone to agree with me on this; it’s just simply an expression of my irritation. I like things my way [slight OCD] and Greatest Hits never seem to add anything to the experience. I prefer the original albums, including all the songs I love to hate.

As always: it’s just my opinion,

AM

21st Century Background Noise

I was listening to track 13 of P!nk’s ‘Greatest Hits… So Far!’: Sober and the line “The quiet scares me coz it screams the truth” made me think about the last time I just sat there in silence. I honestly cannot remember even one recent moment when I didn’t have music playing in the background or 20 people chatting away.

You would think with the amount of load shedding in South Africa and even here in Zim, I would at least be able to come up with one silly moment of silence! As it turns out, these power cuts are no match for our laptops increased battery life, not to mention 8G cell phones and IPods. At this rate, we don’t even need to rely on generators or inverters… Well, while I was wondering about my lack of silence my laptop battery indicated that it was ready to go to sleep so I figured I’d let it run down and enjoy the silence ~actually I was just too lazy to go upstairs to plug it in.

The peaceful serenity lasted a whole 80 seconds! Yeah, I am really that pathetic! I managed to hear a few birds tweet before my thoughts started running away with me and just as I was about to go off in a public thinking mood [that’s code for talking to myself out loud], I was interrupted by people…

Therefore, instead of sitting in silence, I am upstairs –plugged in my laptop- listening to the rest of ‘Greatest Hits… So Far!’ and writing down my thoughts. Instead of focusing on what my mind is trying to tell me, I’m laying it on you and hoping that I can put off dealing with the inner workings of me for a bit longer. I guess what I’m trying to say is that the quiet scares me and even though I’m not proud of it, I’m not sure I have the energy/courage/willingness/need to change it…

This isn’t exactly where I was expecting my thoughts to go… So I think I’ll just stop writing now, now that I’ve admitted how insanely screwed-up I am sometimes. Maybe I will try being comfortable in the silences a bit later but for now I’m just going to enjoy the 21st century background noise drowning out my intense fears.

Just a thought,

AM

Look up

Tonight he cooked dinner for us: a quick basic 25min meal. His mince was undercooked; his unions were half raw and he could have added more salt… But it’s not like I’m going to tell him that!

I’d rather focus on the fact that he was thoughtful enough to make us a wonderful meal and of course his rice was perfect. It may seem silly that I’m even thinking about this but you have to remember that I love him and pretty much think about all things related to him 24/7. I love how much he cares and obviously next time I’ll suggest an Oxo cube for that added salt effect and distract him a bit longer so that we can be sure the food is completely cooked.

But by tomorrow I won’t even remember any of these faults; two weeks from now all I will remember from this day is how his cousin and I negotiated and struggled to plug speakers into my laptop. I’ll also remember the ‘Your shoelaces are untied’ thing and the other jokes we shared. I’ll remember the conversation about cutting unions and refilling water bottles. In short: I’ll remember the atmosphere and how much we enjoy being together… the food is just a by product.

I find it funny how all of a sudden I see making food as a discussion opportunity instead of a thing to ensure I stay alive. This is what several members of my family have been trying very hard to teach me over the last 23 years but I’ve always found climbing a tree to be more intriguing. Maybe it just takes the right person to change my mind.

He’s playing Battlefield [Amazing graphics that makes we want to go join a war] on his computer next to me, blissfully unaware of the fact that I’m talking about him. It’s quite amazing how we can both be doing very different things without feeling as if we are ignoring each other at all. As an only child: I love me time. So to be able to have ‘me time’ without actually being alone is extremely cool! I get to be alone without being lonely…

I just wanted to share these moments with you, because sometimes I forget just how lucky I am and I guess I just wanted to remind you that no matter where you are in your life right now, there are plenty of happy moments waiting for you! Sometimes you just have look up from your screen and open your eyes. Opening your mind and heart won’t hurt either…

Just my opinion,

AM

Feel less alone

I’ve had a chill-by-myself-day today. JS is at a computer gaming competition and his cousin had a busy day of weddings and rugby, so I made myself useful or rather just did absolutely nothing of importance.

A bit of yoga and loads of movies combined with fresh fruit and coffee. I love my life! Ordinarily I’d get a bit lonely and call up a bunch of people but somehow today I’m quite content with just being by myself. I think the major difference between today and all the other times I’ve had no obligations is the fact that even though I never left the house I still won’t go to sleep alone tonight.

On some level I’m concerned about my new sense of blissful solitude but on the other hand I’m ecstatic about the growth. Being sustained on the thought of having someone to share my thoughts with before I drift off to dreamland is truly something new to me. I love people and being constantly on the go so for me to find myself just relaxing at home knowing everyone else is out and about, it’s pretty amazing.

I think all of us need connections in life. Those people we can call up in the middle of the night just to talk about the mundane things like what we’re making for lunch tomorrow or about the huge issues we have trouble facing alone. I’m extremely grateful that I managed to find someone who makes me feel whole even when we’re apart and all warm and fuzzy inside when we’re together.

I know this is pretty soppy and not exactly in character but this is how I feel. I guess sometimes these emotions are just too much to keep inside. I just want to share how happy I am and how exceptionally lucky I am. I love my life! If all the people in my life could feel ~even just for a second~ what I’m feeling right now, life would be so much better…

Knowing that I can come home to someone who loves me and who’s willing to listen to every crazy question I ask without getting irritated, makes me smile from ear to ear. In the words of Adam Young: “When I think of you I don’t feel so alone” ❤

Just a thought,

AM

The Little Things

We’re all taking a break from the political crap for a bit. Sort of allowing our emotions to catch up… It really isn’t always that hectic in Zimbabwe. There are some pretty amazing things too.

I’m not just referring to the Victoria Waterfall or Zambezi River, there are some spectacular people here who have made all their dreams come true. See, the lifestyle here is very different to that of most places- even South Africa.

Half the people my age have never even made their own bed because they have people who do that; people who pack their clothes back into the closet after hand washing them; people who make their coffee and even draws the curtains for them. To me it’s strange allowing someone else to do so much for me, like I have less of a purpose in the daily grind of things but to them it’s purely normal.

I think it is important to be able to do those basic things most people take for granted, because one day you might have to do them without help. I would find it pretty funny if a 35 year old can’t even make his own bed properly. I also believe that it has ties to responsibility and if you’re not responsible for cleaning anything, it makes you careless and inconsiderate towards those who are. Call me old fashioned but I like the concept of teaching your kids the value of chores and rewards of a job well done.

In this scary crazy hectic world we live in, children are growing up faster than we did and I can understand some parents wanting them to retain their ‘childhood’ free of responsibility but to some extend it is exactly those responsibilities that allow them to enjoy their childhood. Right? I know that I loved making my own bed and helping my mother fold the laundry and especially washing dishes with my cousins. Yeah, we had loads of fun too and did all the  ‘kids-stuff’ but we also started raising money for charities when we were 10 and holding fundraisers or simply just going for walks along the beach with some of the elderly folks who didn’t have any family around.

I think it’s a matter of work hard; play hard. The more things you learn to do at an early age, the easier it is for you to make time for more important things when you are older. Maybe learning prioritising can also be choked up to chores in your early years. I know for a fact that many of kids who grew up with everything being handed to them tend to struggle with the balance of work and friends and even alone time when they reach their twenties.

I’m not saying that your kids should be treated like your slaves but at least make them responsible for their own mess. It’s not impossible to learn these values at a later stage in life. Of course it is possible, it’s just harder. Shouldn’t we give our children the best abilities to survive this confusing-screwed up world?

Maybe it seems pointless to you but I see how different the attitudes are of kids who hardly had any responsibilities and I for one would like my children to be considerate adults even if it means they have to get up 10min earlier to make their own bed.

Just my opinion,

AM

People for everything

We’re all taking a break from the political crap for a bit. Sort of allowing our emotions to catch up… It really isn’t always that hectic in Zimbabwe. There are some pretty amazing things too.

I’m not just referring to the Victoria Waterfall or Zambezi River, there are some spectacular people here who have made all their dreams come true. See, the lifestyle here is very different to that of most places- even South Africa.

Half the people my age have never even made their own bed because they have people who do that; people who pack their clothes back into the closet after hand washing them; people who make their coffee and even draws the curtains for them. To me it’s strange allowing someone else to do so much for me, like I have less of a purpose in the daily grind of things but to them it’s purely normal.

I think it is important to be able to do those basic things most people take for granted, because one day you might have to do them without help. I would find it pretty funny if a 35 year old can’t even make his own bed properly. I also believe that it has ties to responsibility and if you’re not responsible for cleaning anything, it makes you careless and inconsiderate towards those who are. Call me old fashioned but I like the concept of teaching your kids the value of chores and rewards of a job well done.

In this scary crazy hectic world we live in, children are growing up faster than we did and I can understand some parents wanting them to retain their ‘childhood’ free of responsibility but to some extend it is exactly those responsibilities that allow them to enjoy their childhood. Right? I know that I loved making my own bed and helping my mother fold the laundry and especially washing dishes with my cousins. Yeah, we had loads of fun too and did all the  ‘kids-stuff’ but we also started raising money for charities when we were 10 and holding fundraisers or simply just going for walks along the beach with some of the elderly folks who didn’t have any family around.

I think it’s a matter of work hard; play hard. The more things you learn to do at an early age, the easier it is for you to make time for more important things when you are older. Maybe learning prioritising can also be choked up to chores in your early years. I know for a fact that many of kids who grew up with everything being handed to them tend to struggle with the balance of work and friends and even alone time when they reach their twenties.

I’m not saying that your kids should be treated like your slaves but at least make them responsible for their own mess. It’s not impossible to learn these values at a later stage in life. Of course it is possible, it’s just harder. Shouldn’t we give our children the best abilities to survive this confusing-screwed up world?

Maybe it seems pointless to you but I see how different the attitudes are of kids who hardly had any responsibilities and I for one would like my children to be considerate adults even if it means they have to get up 10min earlier to make their own bed.

Just my opinion,

AM

Hate Missing You

Things have quiet down here a bit. I got back to Harare the day before yesterday and after dinner with the parents it was good to go back home. Just to lie in the arms of the one I love.

Even though I was more comfortable than ever, I found it hard to sleep. Like a part of me was so afraid that if I fell asleep, I might wake up without him next to me. He actually woke up with my hand-print on his wrist because I didn’t let go all night. I love him and the thought – just a fleeting thought- of not waking up next to him in 20years paralyzes me.

It’s like I just want to hold onto him whenever he is nearby and when he leaves, even just to go to work, I hate it. I hate not being able to reach-out and hold him. I hate having to wait for the next time I see him. I hate missing him but I absolutely love loving him!

I’m finding it hard to focus on what I want to write or even figure out if I had a point behind this thought. I keep going back to him and how his hair flips in 20 different directions at the same time for an effortlessly perfect look. My mind won’t let me forget that knows my thoughts almost as well as I do and logic is just no match for our emotions. I try to pretend that I can get around it but it keeps coming back to the same thing: I love everything about him.

In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best choice to watch The Timetraveler’s Wife or well at least I shouldn’t have watched it without him here. It’s a nice movie, not my favourite but it’s just good enough to make me wonder how long we have together and which challenges we’ll face in our future…

I always believe that time is relative and since I’m going to live to be 104, it’s not all that relative to me. I just wish the people in my life would live that long too, and then we’d have all the time in the world to make all the mistakes we possibly could and still have enough time left to fix them. Sadly, I doubt we’ll all get that old. Maybe that’s a good thing: maybe this unwritten deadline is the thing that pushes us to be everything we can be and not allow ourselves to slip into a state of comfort that eventually translates into procrastination and a lack of direction.

Maybe we have to make everyday count in order for us to truly be alive, right? Maybe the little things we take for granted everyday is exactly what gets us through those moments alone. Maybe we should treat every moment we spend together like we haven’t seen each other in ages, maybe then we won’t feel so lonely when we’re alone?

Or maybe I just miss him way to much… but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. I wouldn’t trade this painful missing-ness because I know the joy of togetherness.

Till later,

AM

Land Grabbers

Not all things are clear cut. Here in Zim it’s pretty black and white: if you’re black you’re in and if you’re white you’re out! But even that line has a grey area…

Most whites here are/were farmers, there are/were several miners but most of them also had farms anyway. It’s what they know and what they were exceedingly brilliant at. But with black it gets a bit more complicated. Depending on which point in history you choose to start, they could basically be anything or nothing for that matter. So at the moment you have 3 groupings: 1. Those who go by their day to day jobs with no major aspirations and only have the need to survive; 2. The War Veterans (some of whom never actually fought in a war) and 3. You have the annoying Land Grabbers.

The difference between the War Vets and the Land Grabbers is quite significant as it is these Land Grabbers that really give the War Vets a bad name. The redistribution law was designed to reward those War Veterans who devoted their time to the war instead of finding and developing land. Which is fair enough- it sucks that they have to take land and years of memories from others who also fought in the same war thinking they were fighting terrorists but his is Africa and war has always plagued this continent and we have to carry the consequences of those who came before us. This aside, a lot of the farms that’s been taken over the last 11years have been left in ruins but the few that are still in operation are either owned by ‘Willing buyer-willing seller’ farmers or War Vets. Somehow other people (friends of people in high places) placed claims on these lands and ran it into the ground.

These Land Grabbers were given the land by the lands office mostly because the law wasn’t thought out properly and basically they just wanted the white farmers out so they didn’t consider replacement applicants by any criteria other than the colour of their skin. The worst thing about the LG’s is how little they care about the produce and the farm itself. Their main concern is with getting the house. What makes it worse is the fact that they rarely live inside the house, usually they just break off the doors and sink roofs and build themselves a shack or simply just sell it off to others. And then they boast about the fact that they kicked a hardworking-much-needed-food-providing-farmer off the land that was left for him by his great-grandfather. That is the bitter pill Zimbabweans (black and white) is having trouble swallowing.

The LG’s are cocky and arrogant and honestly I’m having trouble seeing why. I have no idea how they can look themselves in the mirror and say ‘well done’? But somehow they do and then they are not content with destroying only one family’s legacy and completely disrupting hundreds of people’s lives, they want more. Most of these LG’s have more than one property given to them by government and the only logical assumption is that they know the right people at the right junctions in the chain of command.

At the moment the War Vets are fed up! They are tired of seeing their country run into the ground by these obtuse idiots and they would prefer that the original farmers get some of their land back and actually farm it! The War Vets are realising that the original farmers provided much needed jobs and more importantly food to sustain a growing country. This is why a group of them gathered the other day to discuss this one specific farm.

To put it mildly: they were not happy! For a start they (including The Cornel) only found out about it long after it was put into motion, they were left out of the loop and that is a no-no. The fact that they asked this family to return to their land once before shows that they understood the importance of this farm and for some Land Grabber friend of a MP to walk in and just Clause 17 them is such a slap in the face. Considering that this particular LG had already received and pretty much destroyed several other properties is just adding insult to injury. So they fired the DCC on the spot. I can tell you one thing: the War Vets are a force to be reckoned with!

We heard yesterday that the War Vets (in full force) went to the farm and told the LG to get out. This probably explains why he’s been trying to call us for the last two days but after what he’s put this family through, we haven’t been answering. The War Vets and all the farm workers are insisting that the farmhouse, dairy, silos, butchery and piece of land be returned to the family. It’s interesting to see how the War Vets are sticking up for the farmers and this isn’t something new, it’s been happening throughout the last 11 years just not to too much success. The Government wants to paint a picture of black unity against the colonial white farmers but in actual fact, this is not the case. It has never been.

Africa had wars long before Europe learned how to sail their boats over here. The underlined hatred and hunger for power has been hidden behind colour and race but it has never been dealt with. So here we are in the 21st century and Africa is on the brink of being forced to face the skeletons in their closet. This land reform maybe labelled a racist act or even seen by most as a vendetta Bob has against England represented by the whites but it’s not that black and white.

Maybe he’s building up his own army and maybe he’s just scared that his enemies are building a stronger force but whatever Bob is thinking, it’s going to blow up in his face. The Vets are smarter than this government would like them to be and the Land Grabbers are destroying everything in sight faster than it can be rebuilt. It won’t take much more for the War Vets to go back to what they know: war. Not against England and Europe or the original farmers but against those who have destroyed the land they spent their youths fighting for!

We live in interesting times and our children will look back on these days and wonder why no one stopped it? Wonder why they couldn’t see what is right around the corner…

Sharing my view,

AM

Titbits

Some random titbits of information I have learned over the last few days.

  1. This one guy [I won’t say how he fits into the picture of my life during the last two weeks] is running for mayor during the next elections. His massive strategy to win the seat is to by underwear! Yip, he is clearly the right person for the job *sarcasm*. He figured that investing in loads of panties and then handing it out to all of the women in town, would guarantee their votes… When did governments get reduced to this? We’ll have to wait and see if his strategy pans out.

 

  1. Apparently England will be paying out the Zimbabwe farmers. Those farmers whose land has been confiscated by the War Veterans will be paid for the infrastructure they put in place on their individual farms. I’m not sure if they will be paid for all of their farms or just for one or even maybe just a select few but it’s better than nothing. If you’re wondering why the UK is coughing up and paying the bill, well that’s because those farmers who lost their land and livelihood were fighting on England’s side during the war they are now being penalised for.

 

  1. I’m not a fan of Sangomas (witchdoctors) but a lot of people believe they can prophesy the future and decipher dreams. One dream that multiple people have repeatedly had is the one of war. Troops to their left and troops to their right fighting it out while they stand unharmed in the middle. These Sangomas have interpreted it as a war waiting to happen and when it does these white farmers will not be involved and will not be harmed, they will leave unscathed as everyone else feel content on destroying their brothers.

 Sharing my view,

AM

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