Those who know me will testify to the fact that I watch a lot of TV shows. Just not on TV.
By the time stuff comes on MNet, I’ll already have finished the series, and in some cases (like Dirty Sexy Money) I’m onto the second season before the first one is done on telly.
Why? Downloads, of course. I get the shows, watch them on my computer and delete as I go. C’est la vie.
So here I am, easy like Sunday morning, watching this new series called Crusoe. You know the story; white man marooned on an island, teaches savage native The English, hi-jinks ensue. Blah.
Except the native looks awful familiar, and on closer scrutiny I notice the dude playing Friday is … Arnold Chirisa. OUR Arnold Chirisa.
I can’t forget the face, cos I did a lot of video conversion and duplication when I was editing video full-time, and I’ve watched every single frame of Tanyaradzwa over fifty times.
So I scan back to the opening credits and there it is, clear as day. Tongayi Chirisa. Cue head-feck.
The show itself seems a little weak, the dialogue is cliched and stilted, and Chirisa’s Man Friday speaks in what I can only call Gwash African Ingrish, but it’s worth a watch just to celebrate a (rare) Zimbabwean brother done good. And the fights.
So here’s to you Arnold Chirisa – fly that flag high bwoy, and we wish you good things on the Big Stage.
They should pay ME to run around a fecking island. Jesus.