Dear cde..
My apologies for not writing in time,i hear the water levels at Kariba are lowering ….Bastards!!!!
My second reason is that your role model’s telecommunication organisation is now close cousins with the government..Their disrespect towards Zimbabweans baffles the water out of my tap ,despite the fact that the two respective leaders of these continental tuckshops are “Christians” of global repute.
Anyhow,you might have heard that i recently got rid of the dark crown my scalp used to house hospitably*After Hifa of cause*.The decision was reached after powerful deliberations and enquiries about how the corporate world would engulf me .
Did i just say corporate? Yes cde i did.I want to buy a shelter for my family,lots of dolls for my little queen .Infact,i want to feel the finest single malt distilled liqour the world dares to offer. (Please save me the you shouldnt let commercials get to you talk).I have multiple souls looking up to me .
In a perfect world ,it is without second engagement I would be wearing plain black t shirts the whole year,playing Bob Marley ,creating powerful manuscripts of poetic dynamites . We would recite so loud Dickson Chingaira would wallow with envy,turning green like the water they drink where they are fortunate enough to have contaminated liquid rushing through their plumbery .But no,this is Kitano Mapondera’s kraal Zimbabwe is the monicker.
The economy has hit the zone where opposition parties prefer to see it in .This is mainly because the political tabloids give them a prophet of doom role in determining the depth of the quagmire we find ourselves in .In times like these i need a job,art and expression is what the Zimbabwean weekends were made for .As a result my radical hairstyle had no room in my quest for my little sister to go to a better university than the one i am attending.
I sweated with profusion the day i watched the bundled strands of my reality being channeled into a dustpan by the cosmetic lightskinned woman at that dirty salon near the UZ taxi rank .Even though my heart bled,all i could say was “thanks mdhara” as i handed him a $2 note,he had initially demanded an extra dollar but i negotiated for sympathy.(Everyone in Zim now posesses this skill called kuchema chema).
So yeah i cut my hair,but i have been miserable..I tried to console myself that having a bald hairstyle would make me look mature but instead naked was the word.I have had low esteem and energy since i started getting a full view of my scalp.I hated every moment of my baldie stint. I am now making attempts to revive my sanity.
I have decided to regrow my hair ,my dreadlocks.The sides will be intact,unlike the previous time.In the interim ,i will keep it as an untidy Afro that way i can express my world views ,for this global circus is nothing but a neglected timebomb i foresee detonating and the least i can do is document the unfoldings.
The Afro is a bit of a compromise on both ends …It is like the Kadoma between dreadlocked and being baldie, my life being the Harare-Bulawayo carriageway.
I am still the artist you used to muse with . The changes ambition made us employ are taking a toll on my inner self.The real paradox is to eat or to express. If you were me ,would you prefer being full and constricted or rejoicing at the prospects of expression on an empty stomach.
Sorry for bothering you with my encounters .Again my gratitude for your consumption of these thoughts,lets i explode . You are not obliged to write back,discretion is entitled
Yours
Gurukota
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