transparent personality


 

i am getting agitated by fools whom i dont know who feel the need to send me emails.

keep on keeping on, i would not reply.  these people bring me bad luck. i was riding a mininbus taxi to work this afternoon, and when i got to the back seat, a magician sat there. under his foot was a fifty rand note. i told him to shift because i was not sure of what i was seeing. he aggresively obliged. when he got off, the fifty rand had disappeared and had been replaced by a Vodacom cellular provider’s sim card. yhoo! Africans are witches. i took out my wallet to check whether my money was still intact and it was. phew! what a let off! my younger brother always warned me there would be days like these. i am even scared to go to an ATM. mind you, it is month end. FAVOUR TAMBA is sick.  read her messages to me:

 

Subject:

Hello My Dear, My name is Precious Tamba,i read through your profile today and i became interested in you,i will also like to know you the more,and i want you to send an e-mail to my e-mail address so i can give you my picture for you to know whom i am and for the both of us to know each other very well and better in life,and we can achieve it in future because ture love and feeling means alot in future.Here is my private e-mail address you can contact me with it.( precious_tamba103@mail.com ) I am waiting for your mail to my e-mail address above and aslo, Remember the distance or colour does not matter but love,feeling,e-motions and sympathetic love matters alot in life. Thanks,and i promise to be honest and to keep a very good relationship with you. Precious. precious_tamba103@mail.com  Hide

Hello, My name is FAVOUR TAMBA, it is my pleasure to write you today. actually, i saw your email during my via internet browsing which really interest me and i decide to communicate with you, I will appreciate your friendship, because I believe that good friend is a Gift of God. I am very honest, caring, sensitive, loving, straight forward person. I like honest,sincere,creative mind, brilliant having transparent personality.I believe strongly in peace,and human rights,love art/graffiti music,films,reading,holidays and etc, It will also please me to know more about you if it is your wish too. you can write mail to me through this email address( favourtamb5@gmail.com) , i will be happy to reply you with some pictures of me for more correspondence. Hope to hear from you,FAVOUR

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on the edge of the main road


i used to sit next to a shack and watch kids playing on the streets, hear young women scream at night (as would be lovers twisted their arms forcing them to submit to their love proposals) because unlearned folks thought when women complained were admitting to whatever agenda they were putting forward. one afternoon after my friend and i have crossed the forbidden main road, a speeding Chevrolet hit the elecricity pole sending the entire house blocks into a surge of darkness. the thing is, we had been warned countlessly not to dare cross the street as it was busy. we had to because we valued our friendship very much. we were with each other every day not forgetting in class. Yep! we were classmates too. when the accident happened, his aunt had just got off the bus–from work. she and other people rushed to the accident scene which had already been swarmed by tons and tons of groups of bystanders and curious onlookers. i knew we were in trouble as elders would give us a tongue lashing. it happened! after the ambulance, the police, the crowds of people cleared the scene, his aunt came seething our direction, which was her front house’s lawn. we eloped into the house to watch cartoons. thinking she did not see us. How wrong we later found out we were! she lashed at her new and promised to pay my parents a visit. i became more numb than i was when the flying vehicle hit the electric pole. she took a deep breath and asked her daughter to make a juice for us. we slowly but surely forgot about she had just scolded us. our teacher at school had taught us basic road rules which we had to adhere to. i thought those were enough for elders to put a faith in us. our teacher used to echo; when crossing the road, look left, look right and left again! we carefully excecuted those each and every day. i could not understand what was older peoples gripes were about then–till i heared the driver had died from collision wounds. a surge of fear chilled my back. i could not tell where my spine was by that young age. i knew how to draw a basic sketch of a human but, apart from lungs, stomach and heart, private parts, did not know much about a person’s body parts. we stopped seeing each other after school. i could enviously watch he and his new neighbour simulteneously riding a skateboard–on the edge of the main road. he told me it was okay to play on the edge but not accross the road.hmmm! we are now grown ups and i see him once in a blue moon. the truth is; i would never meet another good friend as him.

i have to admit though


we all need, ask and use references. being they from; people we work or have worked under,church elders,school teachers and or principals. if you wonder what i am getting at, i was listening to Plies hiphop track titled Bust IT Baby the other day and, to my horror school girls and housewives who gamble on the street corner adjacent to our house, indirectly complained about the track’s lyrics. i know the cover is written Parental Adcisory Explicit lyrics but, i can not help myself because hiphop is what i grew listening to. my neighbours have accustomed to the fact that i listen to it. concerned about my imminent departure from planet earth and into hades where souls burn forever and Mel Gibson being accused for calling Jews Oven Dodgers, i ran to my mini library and flipped my Collins paperback dictionary’s thersaurus for the murmured derogatory word: Bust. the word means; a woman’s bosom,a serious quarrel, bankruptcy. Non means what i had expected. i love hiphop music and am getting increasinly agitated about people who misquote and those who are not clued up about the culture, the metaphors and so on. i have to agree some terms, are understood much better when folks attend cypher rap sessions or poetry sessions and i have to admit dictionaries and encyclopaedias play a pivotal role in creating articles, poetry lines and meaningful stanzas,fiction,non-fiction and science fiction,etc. it is easy for people who did not take time to research to be judgemental and call others immoral. the truth is, no one in entertainment is supposed to choke others with their religious morality–forcing them to adhere to their moral encompass. when i say; i have a cash to bust, i literally mean i got money to spend. therefore Plies as an artist means something those not in the know means. i have to admit though, i still fathom what he means. dictionary failed me. what i know is when watching cartoons the word bust pops every now and then but critics neither concern themselves or ague about it. i am not vouching for or want to criticise anyone but, i believe education is the key to success. no more would i listen to or quarrel about a matter i know a little of.

i was being watched


i have become emotional over the years. most people think so. i do not know if i am but, what do you say when people start to judge? being a facebook fanatic, i was deeply hurt when one of my friends tweeted: Rack City Biatch.i knowing all too well that what she does on the other side appears on my wall. i follow spirituals and other professionals. thus my chances of getting a publisher or a well-paying job diminishes every now and then. i had read an article in December 2011 which an employer openly declares that he would not dare hire a person who spend much time twiddling his/her thumb or tweeting on a smart phone. i had tweeted a weekend before and started feeling like; i was being watched. i was indeed. how do you explain Mark Zuckerberg making stars out of ordinary people like i by branding their pages. i have to say deep down i am not fickle but iconic. something i refuse to publicly utter. those who know knows. those who do not, tough luck. when one begins to unlike people he used to like it becomes uncool in Facebook terms. Like is cool, unlike is uncool. Feeling like you are being attacked on the sly is painful. when a friend of three years start involving herself in your family business like she had met you, it is scary. I pray that it does not become nasty like Yahoo! and Facebook’s court fight over applications or at worst; The Arab Spring. that might happen when a person forgets where you both come from and start treating you like a demigod. my grandmother used to remind me; beauty is only partial, do not let accolades change you. Yep! i would not let praise get to my head–no matter how big it is. it is not about fame and fortune but, humanity.