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.
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.
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....
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
My pale and human ghost
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