After a long silence the Rastaman is back. It’s a brand new year and now that alla you are sober and broke and the only thing you can afford to pay now is attention, then pay it…to me! So 2011 is a one blood clot of a goner. And not too many pleasant memories to savour from that year so we let sleeping mongrels lie.
2012 is here and as one of my bredren told me the other day, ‘hii ni mwaka ya mapesa’ If the dread doesn’t make it this year, then it’s destined to be a hard life. But the again me nuh like to preempt His Imperial Majesty, so mi ah go take each day as it comes….
It’s an (s)election year so the blood clot politricks will take centre stage. Not that it matters much given ours is a land of politricking (s)election year or not. But this year we are of course going to take the madness a notch higher. Voter bribery, use of public resources and a plethora of other vices synonymous with our democracy will definitely take precedence over common sense. And of course we are going to vote the same buffoons back in….
And that obnoxious matter of the ICC will of course hang over our heads hideously like a Chinese dragon. And I don’t mean the International Cricket Council. The son of Jomo and Samoei will definitely have their day in Trandfilova’s court which is a good thing given that there is a possibility there will be less two Pigs in the dirty pool… whatever the outcome, my only prayer to H.I.M is that the confirmation of the charges will act as a deterrent to impunity when our leaders open their mouths.
My minutes at the warehouse where I earn my paycheck are winding up so I will leave it at that for today….
Rastafari Bless!
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