So I’m not getting much sleep lately.
Wait, lemme correct that. I’m not getting ANY sleep lately. Before you start makng snide remarks about sex and whatnot, that’s not the reason I’m not getting any sleep.
All I do is lie there, in my bed, wide awake, tired as hell, fighting to get to sleep, and nothing. I can’t figure out why; I have nothing weighing on my mind (outside the usual), I haven’t wronged anyone and far as I know I am guilty of nothing … outside the usual.
I find it rather remarkable that someone like me, who loves his sleep more than most things, can toss and turn and think till morning. Indeed, the only way I CAN sleep is to knock out on alcohol, but even that has pitfalls - you don’t actually GET much bed-time anyway!
That’s why I’m so cranky.
Seriously.
How long do you guys think that man will last? Do you really want to peg your political futures on a dude that’s teetering on the verge of collapse?
When will you realise that time is a hard master? No man can escape the ravages of time, and nothing is eternal (except judgement), yet you are the same people whooping and hollering in churches every Sunday morning as if Christ himself was coming down to sodomise your souls.
Take a hint. The people spoke. No matter how hard you beat them. No matter how many times you arrest Morgan and Biti and all’a'dem. You still have to ask yourselves the tough questions.
Like, what happened the Party of the revolution? What happened to the Leaders of the people? What happened to the Ideas of the revolution? When does Someone accept his failures?
Where have all the Heroes gone?
So I went down to Kadoma this weekend, ostensibly for the Jameson get-together and reunion function.
Turns out, it was more a weekend escape from the usual Harare bullshit. There’s nothing like hanging out in a villa suite with football on and a beautiful woman.
Besides, almost nobody showed up for the reunion. And there was neither beer nor electricity. And the DJs were crap.
So the only value was in spending time away with my favourite girl.
Well, maybe not so quiet.
… a woman who will cook breakfast for you when you ask her to. When all you really need is a bacon and egg sandwich and a little bit of warmth to get you through the day.
Like, no matter how tired you are of the whole go-round, the Super 14 finals, the beer price increases during the Super 14 finals, all the bullshit news coming out of South Africa; no matter what, just a little bit of love and the world will be a better place.
Like, maybe one day Putin will grow the fuck up, the United States will get serious about global warming, uniforms will behave professionally and Hillary Clinton will finally (please God) quit.
Okay, clutching at straws there.
