The face of the 21st century

So I am currently in the process of selling my soul to the devil, whose present physical form is the credit card companies. The price of souls is overrated anyway, what with trying to keep mind and body together, souls are just excess baggage. And hey, if the Messianic head is valued at 30 pieces of silver, I could do a lot worse.

Freedom: definitely NOT a festering pile of shyte

This week Zimbabweans “celebrate” their 27th year of independence from settler rule. Yup, it’s been a whole 27 years since we threw off the shackles of colonialism, and let us not forget our freedom was not granted but taken after a long and protracted stuggle in which many of our gallant sons and daughters gave their lives to return our land to its rightful owners.

Snakes in the grass Part II

So I hear someone’s talking about me. To call him a friend of mine would be a real stretch, but I believe (well, believeD) we had a civil relationship, and I’ve never expected any less than good company and the occasional beer out of it. But no. Black people always have to feck it up.