Superheroes are mostly for children or so we used to believe until Christopher Nolan brought back Batman starring Christian Bale, Michael Caine, and many others. It’s easy to fall in love with these movies because unlike every other superhero Bruce Wayne is a regular young kid who wants to play with his friends in the garden until an unfortunate incident leads him to fall in a cave filled with bats 🦇. This causes Bruce Wayne to grow a deep fear for bats and he’s fear is compounded more when he’s in the art theatre with his parents.
The theater show with its brilliant visualizations leads Bruce Wayne into being terrified and that horrific incident with the bats comes back creeping into his mind. Instead of seeing theatre, he sees those bats and when Thomas Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s father who is a doctor and an owner of Wayne Enterprises, a multi-billion company that effectively runs the city of Gotham where they reside, realizes that Bruce is not coping he decides that they must go home.
On the way home, Bruce Wayne’s parents are both shot and killed in a robbery by a crack addict in front of his eyes. Bruce Wayne blames himself and his only motive is revenge and when he can’t get it, he leaves the city after his childhood friend Rachel Dawes now works for the DA office. Bruce Wayne dedicates his life to justice and he figures the most criminals are in jail and he decided to get himself locked up in one so that he can have the luxury of beating criminals up. This happens for a while until he is founding taken to the mountains by his mentor Ra’s Al Ghul, the leader of the league of shadows, an organization that prides itself in dealing with criminals, especially politicians and judges. Ra’s trains Bruce Wayne and when it’s time to graduate by killing a criminal.
Bruce Wayne blatantly refuses to kill the criminal and sets the facilities on fire killing many members of the league of shadows and unknowingly saves the person who was the cause of his father’s death, Ra’s Al Ghul.
As Bruce Wayne is settled in his home city equipped with the combative skills he decides to help his city. In order to do that, he becomes his greatest fear, Batman. He decides that it’s time his enemies also feared what he fears most. He modestly cleans up the town until Ra’s Al Ghul comes to town for a showdown. Bruce Wayne ends up having to defeat the person who was ultimately responsible for the death of his parents and save his city at the same time.
Informal Review
So basically the movie is about a billionaire orphan who blames an entire city for his parent’s death.
A young kid who witnesses his parents getting murdered in front of eyes spends his entire life seeking inner peace and an entire city has to behave the way he sees fit . Bruce Wayne, an heir to a multi-billion dollar empire decided to leave everything behind and travel the world in pursuit of criminals and he ends up in jail where decides it’s a good place to dish out his punishment. After a while of doing this Ra’s Al Ghul comes fetches him from prison and trains him to one of the world’s deadliest assassins.
On the day of graduation, Bruce Wayne finds out he can only beat up people and not kill them so he defies Ra’s and instead kills most of Ra’s men and leaves Ra’s half dead. He goes back to his city, Gotham determined to clean it up using his biggest fear to instill fear in others.
As a young boy, Bruce Wayne has developed a big fear for Bats because he had fallen in a cage filled with bats. He had nightmares about and on the night of his parent’s death, he had visions of bats and had gotten scared. This led his parents to leave the theatre early and end up getting shot.
As Bruce Wayne was cleaning up Gotham, unbeknownst to him Ra’s Al Ghul had survived and had managed to penetrate and corrupt most of Gotham’s officials. So Bruce Wayne eventually finds out that his mentor was the one ultimately responsible for his parent’s death.
Bruce Wayne battles the man who trained him to save his city.
Silly edition
Bruce Wayne a spoilt brat who loses his parents and ends up staying with his butler. He decides that a normal life is not for him so he embarks on a trip of whipping bad guys. He finally lands in jail where he has a catalog of bad guys to whip around.
A good oke, named Ra’s Al Ghul who’s also tired of all the bad guys in the world decides to recruit Bruce and train to make his team of bad guys ass-kickers more powerful. Things don’t work out as planned as master Bruce doesn’t really want to kill the bad guys, he just wants to wipe the floor with them but instead, he kills his friend’s crew but leaves the boss, Ra’s behind. Ra’s manages to regroup and form a new crew and they go and try to destroy Bruce’s city only to find that Bruce has become Batman now and he has been beating bad guys up. They end up fighting for the city.
The person who coined the phrase “the pen 🖊 is mightier than the sword 🗡 ” grabbed my attention from an early age. As I have grown up I’ve always looked at these words for motivation and I’ve managed to even add my own modern interpretation “the keyboard ⌨️ is mightier than the nuclear ☢️ bomb 💣 “.
I believe writing was Gods direct gift men to share stories of sorrow, rejoice, forgiveness and anger amongst many emotions. Without writings the world would not be what it is today. I have managed to live a life of ups and downs , some may call it mistakes or arrogant behavior but I only know what it is . I took on this journey of life like a duck in the water and it has eventually led me here to this point where I am going to write stories about inspiration, innocence,sports , politics, alcohol, drugs and a serious believe in Africa and the whole world .
Apartheid yes stripped us of our lands but the most hurtful thing they did was strip most black people of their culture. Sacred bonds that were passed from father to son were badly served as thousands of fathers of this generation spent years either in jail or exile or cowering as security agents.
My life since it’s inception has always been an academic journey and some of the methods were not conventional but the intention was always trying to find solutions to problems rather than discuss problems. I am now in a position to share what I have learned with the world at large and I will be self publishing my first book on the 31st of July.
I hope to be able to share that journey with you as best as I can and hence I took this class. I hope to interact with everyone around the world and in the process make new friends because next time I might be visiting your city 🌃 for any cultural events
Whenever I talk to my friends about our days in Pretoria then Hatfield Square will always be the main topic. There shall be no other crazy mad fun place like that I’m the entire world and that I’m certain of. That place was so properly structured that it had the right place for any type of mood anybody might have been experiencing on any day. I remember my 2 friends and I had decided to stay after June exams to party more because our respective homes are either boring or are a military zone with curfews and all that other crap you experience at home. Funny enough I experience that crap on a daily now but we are not there. I was with Sbu Jam and Thabiso. One thing that actually made us stay was because Sbu Jam had just gotten paid 3 months’ salary for doing promotions and we had been carrying him for a long time. So his story was always that when he gets paid we would party as hard as possible so it was something to look forward to. The salary SMS came in while I was holding his phone so when we decided to hit the square I knew exactly what we were working with. We hit the whole square that night, from Cherry Jam in the afternoon, moving to T4 later and closing it off at Dropzone from 2 am until 4 am. It was a memorable night indeed and we accomplished everything we set to accomplish when we hit the square.
Everything was almost perfect that night except the fact that Thabiso wanted to prove that he is from Thembisa and he knows thug life and on the other hand Sbu Jam has just started taking MMA lessons. I spent a lot of moments putting out fires at the Sqaure that night because from my previous experiences here with my other friends I knew exactly what the bouncers were capable off. I won’t dwell too much on how that came to be but violent measures were used to tame this gorilla and make him submit to the laws there. I obviously had special benefits of not standing in queues , wearing flops and shots and still be allowed in.
Fortunately we made it out of the Square without any physical confrontations with anybody and we headed to Uncle Faouzi . If you’ve partied in Hatfield you even forget about all the other chicken franchises because when you are proper drunk or sober that food at Uncle Faouzi just does the things. Just everything in that Menu is quite delicious.
I remember I was ordering and chatting to the staff there and even making them laugh when I heard an “Ohh” sound from outside. My gut just knew who was misbehaving. Sbu Jan has dropped some punk with a head kick and he was ground and pounding him hard. That time I didn’t know it was called ground and pound because I was not an MMA fan yet but I had watched a bit to know that Sbu Jam was doing exactly what he saw on the videos he watched on a daily basis.
Reinforcements for the punk that was laid out in the street came in numbers and that’s where Thabiso had the opportunity to prove that he lives thug life from Thembisa . This man out of the blue had a screwdriver (I swear I don’t know where he pulled it out from) and he stabbed the first back up person that came to the scene. The rest of the guys took quick steps back. So I quickly went to fetch my order because I saw the securities were approaching from all directions and were quickly closing in. I took the screwdriver and put it in the middle of one Scwarma. Those securities knew Thabiso had a weapon but couldn’t prove it and they couldn’t come to me because I was not involved in that. Thabiso and Sbu Jam were rejoicing from the victory they just had and they started acting pompous on the scene. Those securities didn’t have time for games and in an instant they pepper sprayed them both in the face. Sbu Jan jolted to the Gautrain station 🚉 for reasons he only knows. Apparently the securities there were friendly enough to allow him to wash his face. I was left with Thabiso and I was pulling him back to The Fields . So the guy couldn’t see and as I was helping him to the flat I also touched his face with my hand. We got to the flat to find Sbu Jam already there still washing his face. Thabiso was next and I was just laughing the whole time.
I fell asleep only to wake up in maybe 20 minutes or less. I knew it was 20 minutes or less because I was still drunk. My penis was burning like hell. I didn’t understand what was going and I got sober in an instant. That thing was burning continuously and went to wash it quickly and it cooled off. It didn’t register to me why it was burning until I slept again. The second time I understood that when I fell asleep my hand which had strong residues of pepper spray was involuntarily slipping into my boxers and it burned my treasured member. Even science can’t prove why we man sleep with one hand holding our shafts but from that day I’ve never done it ever again.
I’m conflicted in thoughts. Today as I walked to the store to get my favorite pastime, I noticed from afar that a gate that I’ve been monitoring every time I passed by was opened. In there lay one of my biggest enemies. An animal that’s leading the scorecards against me. The warning ⚠️ signs are there for every pedestrian to see. I had seen glimpses of how big it was every time I passed by and it tried to jump that fence. A dog’s bark tells me everything I need to know about it. If it’s a puppy, a small harmless dog or a coward dog from the hood I can definitely distinguish by its bark. This dog was those no-nonsense I’m on guard type of dogs. I don’t mess with those. I saw the owner. I saw it lurking around him too and I didn’t hesitate to take a quick jog backwards. I was in no mood what’s on to be brave even when the owner called me to reassure me it would not do anything to me. I’ve been betrayed by people a lot of times and there’s no way I was going to take his word for it because my and his companion have history.
My history with dogs started when I was still in primary school. They had sent me to this house which had 2 dogs to go fetch or deliver something I don’t really remember but I was comfortable going there as I had on many occasions played with those dogs and they were harmless or so I thought. The owners reassured us many times that those dogs didn’t bite and were not violent in any way. I guess those dogs wanted to prove their owners wrong. I remember opening the gate to that house and they just chilled looking at me like they didn’t notice me. It is like they were waiting for the right opportunity to strike and strike they did. There was a lot of commotion and confusion and I remember quickly being mauled on the ground like wild animals maul their prey. One bit a chunk out of my leg and the other tried to bite my windpipe but eventually settled for my shoulder. Those dogs must have been coming from fasting because it seemed like they were feasting on me😭. I had given in because every time I resisted and tried to fight back they would bring me even down harder than before. I decided to let them be and I was ready to meet my maker. Quarter to death and or rabies and woman who the community had rendered crazy was passing by and she saw what was happening. She managed to chase away those treacherous animals, put me on her back and rushed me to the hospital where I got stitches on my leg and shoulder, tested for all diseases and got discharged afterward. Those times we used to stay the full term at boarding school and visits from parents were very rare. At least I got more pocket money accompanied by those stitches 🧵 on my shoulder and my leg. I still have a big scar on my leg even now. As a kid it was cool and all having stitches but up to this day that was the only time, I’ve been a patient at a hospital. I didn’t notice at the time but a seed of fear of dogs was planted in me from then.
Image from my broadband
Over the years I’ve had close calls with them but nothing serious until one unfaithful day. I honestly feel like God was punishing me that day because everything was not going my way. That time all I wanted to do was to pass out. I left groove without even saying goodbye. It’s a 100m distance from my home. I walked down my street with all the confidence in the world. I was even walking from side to side and stuttering from the liquor but I didn’t care because that’s my street and you have to braver than David who killed Goliath with a stone to try something with me on that street. Those boys will hunt and find anyone who dares try anything. I made it to the gate to find my phone was off which meant I couldn’t open the gate. My younger brother was not around either so I couldn’t shout for him to open the gate. It was already AM and I knew there was no way he would answer his phone wherever he was. I was tired, I was drunk and all I wanted to do was pass out. I had to come up with a strategy to jump over the electric fence or else I would sleep outside. I remembered how my back-door neighbor always jumped over it easily and never got electrocuted. Whatever he could do I could do or so I thought. I decided i do exactly as he did. I went to the exact sport he always jumped from and tried to simulate all the motions he went through when he jumped. I felt the first little spark of electricity 💥 on my skin as I tried to put one leg over that fence. I’m sure my first leg was still halfway down when it hit me for the second time. This time it was not a little spark as I could feel the voltages coursing through my veins. The liquor didn’t numb anything and it hit me so hard I fell flat on my back. What is worse is that I fell on the wrong side of the fence. My collision made the same sound a cement bag makes when you throw it on the ground from a high position. I moaned in pain and approval and I decided to take a couple of minutes on the ground to catch my breath and decide what my next move was. I heard noises and I thought it was my neighbor coming to assist but i soon found out it wasn’t. That first bark clarified to me exactly what it was. I heard it barking from far and those barks were definitely approaching my location. I knew there and there that I’d rather be electrocuted then become dog meat again. I instantly became Spiderman and jumped that wall and fence within a second and made it across without any regard for the electricity. I still had to switch off the alarm before going to bed to nurse my body. I managed to curse that dog before I went to sleep with my body sore and all.
All I could think about was vengeance against that dog because there was no way I was going to let it slide. The thoughts and ideas about vengeance instantly stopped when I was searching for a movie 🎥 and I came across John Wick😦. I’ve watched that movie more than a hundred times and I know perfectly what happens to people who harm dogs. They have even made 3 movies to get their point across😔.
Since our festive is in the summer we always expect it to rain 🌧 and this time around we were blessed with an abundance of rain. The rain did affect normal order of business but it didn’t deter us from still maximizing our festive season. We still stood for hours at funerals in the rain 🌧, partied the whole night in the rain and went to events in the rain. You’d be surprised at how many people actually own umbrellas. Staying at home is not an option. If the loud music from all the different drinking spots or cars passing by doesn’t keep you awake then social media will definitely remind you of what you missing out on. Rain 🌧 or no rain 🌧 it’s an extended period of time to indulge in cold beverages stored in ice cubes 🧊. After so many activities in the rain, it was inevitable that someone would eventually catch the flu and unfortunately, I did. I drank with it until the festive season came to a conclusion. It was a time to recover and get back to normal.
So one day as I was laying on the couch nursing my festive season hangover and the flu I had picked up I came across Coronavirus on the news status bar and it only mentioned the symptoms that time. It instantly caught my attention because like most people I also do drink a lot of Coronas 🍺. And my friends and I had been constantly arguing that some Coronas 🍺 tasted differently than others. Expert Corona 🍺 drinkers were even specific on which one to buy by differentiating between the bottle caps. Their reasoning was that one would give you a severe headache the following day. I didn’t care much about all of that, I just wanted to drink and get drunk and not go to different bottle stores looking for a specific Corona🍺. I regretted not listening to the Corona 🍺 drinking experts who told me how to differentiate using the bottle caps and here I was sure that I was to be a statistic. All of a sudden all those symptoms resonated with the condition I was in. For a moment I could see my funeral, my mother and my sister crying inconsolably, my brothers building tents and my friends pouring out liquor for me. I was not ready for that so I decided to research it more and google gave me some answers that consoled me but I still had the flu and I decided to investigate further by starting from the beginning.
The World Health Organization defines the a Coronavirus as follows :
The fact that it was first detected in China 🇨🇳 meant that we as South Africans 🇿🇦 were not really going to be affected as China is over 11100 kilometers far from us. This was not the first time that China 🇨🇳 had experienced an outbreak of a respiratory virus in my lifetime. They had the SARS ( severe acute respiratory syndrome) outbreak back in 2002 and it was quickly contained. I’m not a medical 🏥 expert but I thought I knew enough and I assumed that since they were able to contain the SARS epidemic quickly then it would not take a rocket scientist to do the same with this Coronavirus. It seems to be not the case this time as this virus is now spreading worldwide and has the potential to wipe us all out.
Most countries around the world have set up measures to prevent the spread of this virus and it is said that China built a hospital 🏥 in 10 days to combat this particular virus yet it is still spreading. Usually, as Africans, we would not concern ourselves with this virus as we have our own things to deal with but this is becoming worrisome now. We don’t have the capacity to build a hospital in 10 days let alone in one year.
What we know so far is about Coronavirus is that it originated in a Chinese seafood market where they also illegally trade wild animals like rabbits, birds, snakes, marmots, and bats. Recently they said it comes from pangolins(see image above). Pangolins are endangered species which even fetch hundreds of thousand rands on the black market. The Chinese use their scales for medicine and their meat are eaten as a delicacy. Talk about nature fighting back. We all have to make a living one way or the other but the consequences of this particular industry are obviously grave because this disease kills even faster than Aids and poverty. After the illegal traders contracted it from the animals it started spreading from human to human and is transmitted by droplets of bodily fluids such as saliva or mucus from an infected person dispersed in the air or on surfaces by coughing or sneezing. In fact, you run a risk by catching it just by breathing. The doctor that warned his government about the virus also died from it. People are dying around the world because a certain group of people got tired of eating regular beef, lamb, pork or chicken.
A high number of people get infected in airplanes and in response to this, a lot of airlines have suspended flights to China as a precaution. American Airlines, British Airways, Iberia and many more of the big aviation companies have done that. Even here in Africa, Tanzanian and Rwandan airways have followed suit. In our dear South Africa, 🇿🇦 all we have done is hear the minister of Health telling us that they are ready in every way for Coronavirus. Like me, he probably thought it was caused by the beer. Ready for what actually? To contain it? To cure it? To do what exactly?
Some of the preventive measures people are taking
We don’t want to be ready for this virus. We do not want this virus on our shores. Why not follow suit like most countries and suspend all flights from China 🇨🇳 to South Africa 🇿🇦 until this virus has a cure.
The Cubans 🇨🇺 with their primary health care system will always tell you that prevention is better than cure. Those are the steps that we should be taking.
The only way we can prevent this virus from exposing our already short-staffed medical professionals and our inadequate response to global threats is by suspending all direct flights.
Flights from China are still landing on a daily basis at OR Tambo international airport. If first world countries like England 🏴, USA 🇺🇸 and many other G8 countries who actually have a background of making medical breakthroughs and inventing medical equipment to combat diseases are canceling entrance into their countries because they can’t as yet deal with this epidemic is not alarming enough for our South African government then I don’t know what will be. Do we perhaps believe that we are more medically equipped to deal with this virus or is there something I’m missing? Employees at OR Tambo international airport are given protective masks 😷 to wear and all international passengers are supposedly tested before being allowed entrance. This is not enough and as much as I am a patriot I have read too many stories of babies dying at hospitals, the life esidimeni hospital scandal and countless cases of negligence. If these things can happen at hospitals where qualified medical professionals work then what are the chances of a mishap happening at OR Tambo international airport where staff members who have minimum knowledge of medicine are working? I recently read that even protective masks 😷 are not 100 percent efficient. The only jobs that people wake up knowing that they are risking their lives are illegal mining ⛏ and money heists and these jobs have a risk-reward system. Working retail, security or customs does not come with those same financial incentives and yet people still have to wake up and go to work and risk contracting that virus. In such a dire economy people have no choice but to continue risking getting infected in fear of losing their jobs. The risks are not limited to OR International airport only.
Traffic on the Lebombo border post
According to me the Lebombo border post which is the third busiest entry point in South Africa 🇿🇦 after OR Tambo international airport and Beitbridge is the one that puts us in the most danger. It is recorded that there was a movement of close to a million people just at Lebombo border post last year. We are very fortunate that the Mozambican 🇲🇿 government has followed suit and suspended all travel between Mozambique 🇲🇿 and China. This does not mean that we are totally safe because it’s known that most construction 🚧 projects in Mozambique are contracted to the Chinese. What are the possibilities of them not coming from Wuhan, China 🇨🇳 where the virus was first detected?
It’s no secret that Mozambique 🇲🇿 as a country is very vulnerable to epidemics. It takes only one infected person to infect a lot more people and it is known that Mozambican nationals have ways and means of crossing into the country illegally and undetected. I genuinely hope that’s not the case because the Nkomazi municipality where Lebombo border post is, is predominantly a rural area and only has 2 hospitals which cater to 40000 documented citizens and many more foreigners. There is no way they’d be able to deal with such an epidemic. Nkomazi municipality also harbors Swaziland 🇸🇿. So it’s very easy for one mishap to infect 3 countries. I’ve spent a huge amount of time with politicians who were once in exile and they always mentioned the difficulty entering or leaving South Africa during the times of Apartheid. The government needs to invest in fixing and manning our borders. I’m not suggesting that we build a wall like Donald Trump is doing in the USA 🇺🇸 but we could use the same blueprints the apartheid government used. As someone whose been to different countries I’ve followed their rules and taken injections and medications just to get entrance to them. This is what we also need. People are allowed into South Africa 🇿🇦 with or without a visa depending on their passports but it’s imperative that they adhere to the conditions we set.
We don’t eat bats, dogs or pangolins and we shouldn’t die because of people who do. I just hope that the government will take preventive measures before we all succumb to this horrendous virus.
The CDC (Centre for Disease Control) recommends we do the following to minimize contracting this virus :
• Washing your hands often for at least 20 seconds with soap and water. An alcohol-based sanitizer can work in the absence of soap and water.
• Avoid touching your eyes, nose, and mouth with unwashed hands.
• Stay home when you’re sick.
• Cover your mouth when you cough, or sneeze with a tissue and throw the tissue in the trash.
• Clean and disinfect frequently touched objects and surfaces.
I will conclude this with a quote from Mission Impossible 2. The events happening around this virus were perfectly depicted by that movie.
“Every search for a hero must begin with something which every hero requires – a villain.” Dr. Nekhorvic on Mission Impossible 2
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So Friday I hooked up with my friends at 86 Public Randburg . There’s a reason they are called danger zone.That place was nice until Eskom did what it does best and the back up generator was malfunctioning. It instantly got boring and we were falling asleep. One person even fetched those Bluetooth speakers in their cars and it didn’t help the situation, in fact it made it worse. People actually travel with those speakers in their cars when they go to restaurants 😐.
My friend Kbaybay aka Krabmoney aka many other different monikers was not having it. It was a Friday after all and it was time to groove and not sit around like chatting like adults going through a mid life crisis. So what’s the next best thing to do in Johannesburg? Go to Soweto and turn up. We went to Urban Grill Soweto, a lovey joint in Pimville. You’ll never get disappointed In Soweto, the music is on point , the prices are fair and the girls are also on point. Girls are actually beautiful all over South Africa 🇿🇦 but they have that extra thing in Johannesburg because they are always up to date with the latest trends. We were not there for the girls but I couldn’t help but notice.
We were not disappointed at all , you’d think we drank a Red Bull, Mofoya, Monster and Powerplay cocktail the way we suddenly had our energy back. It was going down hard. We were in our grooving element. I actually lost count of the number of bottles we drank there. I knew it was closing when they came to kick us out and the music was stopped. I was chuffed that finally I could go to sleep because I was toast drunk but the gents had other ideas. At 4am we went to another place in town . That place doesn’t close and one of the guys bought another bottle there and that’s when I realized that sleep is very far from us. I looked at everyone and could see that no one was even contemplating sleep except Kbaybay and I knew if he disappeared he would be in the Benz sleeping. I had to keep it to myself because if I told him he would summon the energy to stay on longer. True to that he disappeared and I found him sleeping in the car and I didn’t say anything to him,I just hopped in , dropped the seat and instantly blacked out. That time it was about 05h30 in the morning .
Next thing I was woken up by the gents to go sleep inside the complex. I didn’t even see how we got there and where we were all I wanted was to sleep. I wasn’t the only but as you know there’s always a stubborn person who thinks we shouldn’t sleep if the liquor is not finished.
Eventually the dust settled and we all went to sleep. I woke up at about 11am and got ready to hit the road back to mbombela. Sure enough my friend came to pick me up and we hit the road. I had one of the worst hangovers known to men and decided to get Chicken Licken wings. My head was pounding hard and I had seen how the wings had solved a lot of people’s hangovers and I thought it would do the same for me. Well to some extent they helped because I slept the whole way from Johannesburg to Mbombela. When we got to Mbombela none of us wanted to groove but it was early so we decided to go watch Bad Boys 🎥 at Riverside Mall. I was feeling a little bit light headed but I was absolutely fine or so I thought . I had successfully managed to avoid a lot of spoilers for that movie. The problems started after I ate those popcorns 🍿. The problems started on the opening scene of that movie and I could feel discomfort in my stomach. I had been so anxious to watch that movie I decided to toughen it up. God was not on my side man as 10 minutes into the movie I made my first sprint to the bathroom. It was not as quick as I thought it would be. I think I did that about 4 times during the movie. I think there was 20 minutes left of the movie and it was getting hot but my stomach was also getting hot. Eskom finally did me a solid by load shedding and in that moment I knew God was back on my and I knew it would take at least 5 minutes for the movie to resume and I went to get rid of all my troubles in the bathroom. That last session made me feel as tops as one could be. I tried giving those cinema operating a piece of my mind because they movie had not resumed. One of those security just said I must keep quiet before I have to run back to the toilet again. I took that on the chin and put my tail between my legs and went back to wait for the movie in silence.
I’m writing this still in the toilet 😔because I lived by the phrase “when in Rome do what the Romans do”.
In conclusion let’s remember that what works for somebody else doesn’t necessarily mean it will work for you.
I always knew cigarette smoking was a bad habit and it would somehow be involved in me starring death in the face and that is almost what just happened about 10 minutes ago.
So I ran out of cigarettes 🚬 about an hour ago and I thought I’d be able to sleep and get some in the morning. Well Eskom had other plans and it’s quite hot here and you tend to smoke a lot when you are sitting outside. Someone once convinced me that cigarette smoke chases the mosquitoes away. So I’m in whiteriver a town I’m not quite familiar with but me being me I decided to walk to the garage to get more smokes. I’ve never been scared to walk at night wherever I’ve been. I used to do it frequently in Pretoria and in Naas and always came out alive and unscathed. So here I was walking and chatting on WhatsApp to the nearest garage which is actually a 5 minute walk. I got to the garage and my favorite brand of cigarettes 🚬 Courtleigh were sold out and the cashier told me to go to another garage which is a street away. I’m quite a loyal person to my brand of cigarettes so I decided to walk anyway since the power was not due back for another 1 or so. I don’t know how it didn’t register that this was not my town and these nyaope boys don’t know me here. I turned into a corner and I was met with an entourage of them. I quickly put my phone in my back pocket . There was no way I was turning back because once you show these clowns you are scared they are quick to pounce. I walked in bigger strides than i usually do. One was standing and the others were all set for bed in the streets. As I passed the one who was standing I heard one of those who were about to sleep saying here is a job. I know the sound of a knife 🔪 very especially when they scratch it on the ground. I could have frozen but I decided to act quickly. I turned around punched the one that was standing hard with one of my best fists 👊🏿 in the face took of my flops and ran as fast as I could. I’m sure I could have even outran Wayde Van Niekerk the way I ran. Tomorrow morning I’m actually considering going for Olympic trials. As I began to tire I could here them still chasing me but there was no ways I was going to be robbed by drug junkies. The other problem I was facing is that I was running in the opposite direction from where I’m residing so no matter how far I ran I still had to come back that way. All these years of smoking were catching up with me as my lungs started to give out. I’m coughing like I have that coronavirus now. One thing I did know was I had opened a gap on these guys. I always put my phone on silent 24 7 and I got to a corner and I hid it. I managed to flag down those security personnel guys and I explained to them what happened. We went back to where I put my phone and now as I’m typing this I’m smoking 🚬 Stuyvesant Red 🤮 that the lady had suggested I buy earlier. This will probably be my last box of smokes ever
new world mischief 