Thursday 18 December 2014

East Africa

This is my goodbye note to a space I have always held in high esteem but that has since shattered my perception of it. I have never been to EA, except in my dreams and safe to say, that was the last time I  would go there.. 

I really pray that this is one of those overly exaggerated 1st first world accounts of 4th world dark and animal Africa similar to the "South Africans live with lions in their backyards" or the "Hillbrow is Killbrow" fables. Because if not, it is sunset to yours, and to my love for yours my darling.
From here onwards, you can keep your sexy UG landscapes, regal TZ accents and your glorious sunshines. Hell, you can even keep your beautiful and breath taking Kenyan brothers. None of it will do for me anymore.
Once "pseudo-spokesperson" to your grandness, I have officially and unashamedly ousted you from your once held "first place" to a sad "not even under consideration".
You would have to physically move mountains while I stand and watch to even hint at a return to my once held high regard of you.
I have gone from highly reverring, to fearing you.
The irony of your actions here leave me with a serious bout of mind funk. I mean, if I cure your AIDS and help you catch fish as Jesus did the disciples, should you not build me a Queendom instead of kill me? That is what everyone else does for something they hold in such high esteem. Why can't you?
I suppose I should be grateful that you are exposing me to the gruesome truths of my existence. I never understood fully that a human could be "hunted" or "poached". While I know human cruelty and understand my carnality, you have darkened the pencil lines and reduced me to a fragment of even my worst self.
I mean I have dealt with the dramas of being "different", but shit, now I feel like a rhino, and at least they have the attention of the nature conservation fund.
It has been a while since life on this "light" side has felt this "not-fun". I guess Saartjie Baartman was holding this here baton for a while and it has now come to rest with some of us and it's aluta continua from here. Sad to know that my only upper hand here is the geographical accident of my South African birth and that others don't have this sort of luck. I didn't imagine anyone could suffer such from your beautiful hands my sweet. You have always seemed to me so much better...
Thank you for having sold me the dream thus far, it met me with hope and a great smile when I thought and dreamt of it. And while your taking it from me is bitter to swallow, it is also welcome I guess. A curse to a dream huh...
Perhaps one day I will meet you in your 'sober' state and we can play again from here, but for now it is goodbye and to sunset....
Know that while I forgive you and your ignorance here, I will not forget, nor will I forgive your desperation at mine or "my kind's" expense.
Once yours,
My pale and human ghost

For decades, the albinos of Africa have suffered appalling treatment at the hands of their own...
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Sunday 28 September 2014

Ode to you Token Child

Play...

When you get picked for the first team, show up
Show up on time for the game and own it.

Own that term they so loudly whisper about you,
Oh you transformation child.

Embrace that gold shine of being a rare find,
Oh you token child.

Don't come late,
you the only ‘kind’ at the dinner party.

Oh, and please answer boldly,
you that speaks so well.

Do not get mad
Remember,
It
Is
Just
A
Game...

But if you must, get mad off sight.
In front of the puppet master,
Play your part child.

Play fair and play so well that they forget what they thought about 'your type'
Let them only see how good you are.

And if they please,
Let them keep believing 'your kind' is not that great and that you are the exception

You see, soon enough, they will have brought in enough 'tokens' to render that arcade game not play-worthy without this, 'your kind'

You have been picked child...
Go play.

Saturday 3 May 2014

Sometimes I just want to BE...

Sometimes I just want to BE....

So...
Allow me to wallow in the bliss of my ignorance
In this state of perfection where nothing matters if I don't mind.
You see; logic's prison and the hole of rationale have proven hell 4 my creative juices...

I want for the art of my soul, my daily bread to no longer be reason.
Let me be bliss....

Let me be in bliss...
Where white is feeling
Where nothing is everything
And where rain does not chase me away.  

Allow me to exist not for the universal but for my own...
Truth.

#####A request to the ghost hounding my (f)ears on my not so best days####

Sunday 12 January 2014

Twenty Fourteen: The future Today

Word: Twenty fourteen
Pronunciation: [/twɛnti: fɔːˈtiːn/]
Noun 
1.   Steven Spielberg movie about cats attempting to reclaim planet earth from Zodiac forces who wiped out all life form (except cats - Zodiac forces’ best friend) by locking all the oxygen inside flying grapefruit
2.   Heavy Metal band lead by front-man Slevin de Banana
3.   Year we are apparently in (well everyone else except for me)

I am struggling to get into the swing of this year purely because of its name.
Twe-n-ty-four-teen…. sounds so futuristic to me, it feels as though I still have 200 more days before I need to start thinking about new year’s resolutions.

The worst part of it for me is that my birthday is so early in the year that I can’t afford to be in this zone of non-acceptance. You see, unfortunately us ‘Jan-Worry babies‘ need to hit the ground running beginning of each year in order to catch up with our age, else we spend the entire year using fingers to back-calculate how old we are.

So, to overcome my zone of non-acceptance, I am making it a point to greet everyone with that ‘Compliments of the new season [insert cheesy grin and flimsy handshake here]’ twang just to remind myself where I am. So far I am not sure if it’s working or not, but in the name of ‘acceptance is the first step to healing’ I will keep doing it. Disclaimer: Forgive me if we hit April 24th and I am still complimenting you on said new season.

Alas, 2014 (like Philip) is here, and we should try making the best of it. So I thought I should share a few do’s and don’ts that may come in handy if you, like me, are struggling to find yourself a game plan for this year.

Do:
-   Try a French toast and Strawberry Jam sandwich, it will change your life and teach you the concept of Perfect mismatches
-   Try to love your neighbour more than you love yourself
-   Smile a little more

Don’t:
-   Sweat the small and medium stuff e.g. mosquito bites, bad dates and the Guptas
-   Deny that it’s 2014 and that you will get a few more wrinkles
-   Ask me why I even thought it ideal to write a blog about this non-topic
-   Stop reading blogs about non-topics

                                Happy reading stars and starlets :) :) :)
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