RustyGate

I’ve done some low-down dirty shit in my life. So have you, my friend. We all have.

People do bad things to the ones they love. We lie to them, we cheat, we steal from them and betray their trust. Sometimes we do these things just as they’ve been done to us. Other times we do them in revenge.

The only way we survive and move on with our lives and our loves is through forgiveness. Therapeutic as it may be to lash out, seek revenge or pull away, forgiveness is the key to happiness.

I’m not trying to sound like some guru, and this is not a sermon. I’m just saying, from my experience, that those who hurt us sometimes deserve second chances. Or third, fourth etc ad infinitum.

The same way we occasionally fuck up, so do others. If you feel slighted beyond redemption, then don’t lash out, forgive, accept, leave. Kuphela.

We can’t treat every relationship like a last chance saloon.

Hurting someone because they hurt you just perpetuates the cycle, really. Get over it, get yourself together, and try make things work with that person.

Or leave, quietly please. Damn.

I generally don’t care what people think or say.

In fact, I’m a pretty stubborn bastard, and though I listen to other people’s opinions (sometimes to a fault) I tend to beat my own path through the junglie of life.

But some people are just constant annoyances, always badgering about shit that’s none of their bidness. Like, get your own life, motherfucker.

Listen, I have a lot of friends. Female ones, too. I go out with them often. So yeah, you’ll see me out with girls.

The problem is this. Some niggers just don’t seem to have sex lives of their own, and like to live vicariously through others. Like, how you gonna ask me if I “fucked that item I was with” the other day?

How you gonna ask me “kana chainaka here” or if she broke my bones? How the fuck do you speculate on “how hard I hit it” or “kanenge kanochemerera“? How the fuck?

You don’t know WHO I’m with, or WHERE she came from, but automagically assume I’m such a playa I *gots* to be hittin’ that. Like, what the fuck?

Listen, people. Some of y’all need to get your own damn lives, and have the decency and respect to keep your conversations to soccer or Gideon Gono or Obama or whatever other mundane shit we have in common. You don’t know me!

I’ve cooked up a word for some of these niggers. Hater-osexuals. Cos they ain’t having any sex of their own, so they gots to hate on those who are.

But just in case the boundaries aren’t clear to anyone, let me simplify this shit.

If I don’t know your surname (and vice versa), you are not my friend.

Get back motherfucker, you don’t know me like that.

It’s been a long road.

Some will say they believed in him from the start, all will deny having actually voted for “The Mac” yesterday.

Still more will claim they pushed him over the top (here’s looking at you, Virginia Democrats) while others will claim outright credit for his victory.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in the light, and I don’t care when you realised that Barack Hussein Obama was a leading light in dark pit of vipers.

What matters is we’re here, now. Not just Americans, but all citizens of the world, celebrating the remarkable achievements of this young goffal oke from Hawaii.

He didn’t just dare to dream; he dared to challenge US to dream. To hope that maybe, just maybe, Dumbericans may just redeem themselves after the last eight years.

That’s why he won - he made them hope to be better people. I’m not expecting fireworks or even rapid shifts in policy from the start. Bureaucracies are lumbering beasts, at their fastest.

But I’m glad he made it, despite all the negativity - sometimes the good guys really do win.

Welcome to the new world.