It’s that simple; the Pakistan cricket coach was murdered. And I know who did it, too.
Make pithy comment about Zimbabwe losing to Ireland at the cricket World Cup. Take witty pot-shots at the whiskey-fuelled executive. Sign off with angry snarls…
So there I was, sipping on an ice-cold Windhoek Lager whilst lounging on the sofa watching the BBC, when this news item caught my attention: Zimbabwe police seal of a suburb of Harare and fight running battles with…
Oh dear, we knocked Barcelona out the Champions’ League; whatever next?
I was planning a braai for my old schoolmate from the States for this past Sunday. So I went to Bon Marche Supermarket and looked…
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.
Tell me; should I even bother telling you about my weekend? Cos it was, you know, the usual stuff with the usual suspects…dorps Friday, rugby and football on Saturday, chillin on Sunday. Yeah, Sunday, the Dumb African Football Show! Okay, done to death.
Liverpool 2 – 1 Barcelona. Suck on that, you sunsafbichis!!!
First things first: the Stormers won! To all you haters and doubters, put that in your bong and smoke it! There’s a reason I’m looking…
Today is that day when worms emerge from the wood work, people that
havent beeen seen or heard in ages, ressurect, smiling, fluttering
eyelids like the wings of a butterfly, rather, moth, trynna make nice so
you get a nigg@z shit.
The US Army belatedly realised they should have heeded the warning on Imhotep’s tomb…
My continued absence might have escaped most of your attention, but it is with a certain amount of trepidation that I assert that I am still in the land of the living.