Of Dogs Playing Poker

 DisclaimerI am neither a political analyst nor an a political expert; this is simply me

Yesterday I woke up and decided I wont watch the news anymore; I am tired. Its not even that I watch a lot of it but in the past of  couple of days I have tried to keep up to date with so much, I have never neither been so much glued to my twitter feed nor watched so much ZBC (the national broadcaster…) in my entire life added together than in the past couple of days…… and most of that news was, not entirely accurate (to phrase it delicately…. because we are a polite nation even our coups are a gentleman’s coup)

Eventually I have come to the conclusion that, no one person really knows what is going on in Zimbabwe, I was (once upon a time) going to share a list on twitter accounts that I refer to as my #TheReliables for having factual non-sensational  feedback on the Zimbabwe situation but at some point they have all dropped opinion dressed up as fact….)

I have  decided not to check my newsfeed, if something important is happening, someone will tell me about it…….

How can anyone understand what the end-game when our coup that is not a coup looks like this, The Commander-In-Chief of the Zimbabwe Defence Force meets The General who wants him out:President Mugabe meets ZDF Commander and SA envoys at State House

 

 

Robert Mugabe Chiwenga Zimbabwe Herald Zimpapers

Dogs Playing Poker

Its like those “Dogs Playing Poker” paintings by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge except no one is a dog but its still a poker  game, nothing is as it seems, and just when you think it is over………. a new card shows up on the table

Word on the street is we had ourselves a nice little private school coup going on perfectly fine until of course the AU (African Union) and SADC (Southern African Development Committee) decided to intervene… a military intervention by any other name is a still a coup apparently for some reason they cant let a precedence be set………

IRREGARDLESS I know its not a real word but I just wanted to write it

Now here  we are stuck at an  impasse….. What comes after?

A Solidarity March maybe

SADC and AU Stay out of our affairs

To march or not to march…… is that even a question?

~B

PS So I lied I still check my newsfeed, what if something happens and I miss it *POKER FACE*

PhotoCredits: Zimpapers

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Of Coffee Excuses and DIY

 

If you were having coffee with me I would welcome you like a long lost friend, you know the one, the one you have been friends with from way, way way back; the one who always has your back……

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And for some reason time, space and distance same to mutually agree to keep you apart, every time you chat, the conversation begins:

Hey you…. It’s been a long time.”

You always agree to meet up, play catch up and promise to be in touch more henceforth… The conversation always ends in the same way:

Promise I’ll be in touch

Sometimes you might actually meet a couple of times and chat over the phone a night or two then time flies, life dies and its suddenly a long time later:

Hey you…. Been a long time.

It’s been 22 days since my last post, initially I was simply taking a break after completing my blog everyday challenge…. Now it’s been weeks, after you have been doing a post every day for a month; 3 weeks feels like ages….

Why have I been away? Grab a cuppa and listen up.

First of all my laptop crashed taking with it my drafts; that is not as bad as it could have been because fortunately all my works in progress are synced to my phone, onto  DropBox (provided I have internet access) and a backup hard drive.

My lil niece decided the phone was dirty and needed a bath then got distracted during the process and left the phone at the bottom of a bucket full of water. Goodnight phone.

 

My current phone is the most basic one you ever did see so couldnt access all those “clever” apps and drives.

Then my back up hard-drive started making that ticking sound of death… When I plug it in I am greeted by that “unrecognized device” notificationUSB device not recognized

I am trying to fix it….

Opening an external HDD

But everything I know about hard-drives I learnt from You-Tube so wish me luck. I have always been curious to see what’s inside them.

And I love trying out my screw driver set.

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Whats having a set of screwdrivers like these for than an excuse to screw things up….. (It sounded punnier in my head)

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that when things are going wrong don’t ask yourself if they could possibly get any worse, because they will…..

My ADSL Wifi Router decided to mysteriously stop working. I called my Internet Service Provider to come have a “look-see” at it because over the phone they kept telling me to switch it off for five minutes and then switch it on again, and I tried to explain that I have been doing that. That’s the default hack to fixing a tech gadget that’s not doing what its supposed to be doing. Switch it off and then switch it on again but of course you call this process Reboot to sound like you are doing a fancy procedure….

The technician came over and fiddled with it and pronounced

Something is wrong with it

I know something is wrong with it. What I want to know is what is wrong with it?” I asked again.

The technician pondered on that then said

“It’s not working”

So I have to get a replacement Wi-Fi Router unless if anyone knows how to or someone who can fix the ZTE ZXHN H108N Home gateway.

Oh yeah and they don’t have a guarantee for their products, its barely been 3 months and router is dead and the only explanation I could get is “it not working.” I really, really, want to know whats wrong with it, what if the next one does me up like that?

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that our government had a cabinet reshuffle and also got a few new ministries. We now have a Ministry Of Cyber Security, Threat Detection and Mitigation. I understand how the cyber security is important but a whole ministry dedicated to it, especially when we already have a Ministry Of ICT seems like overkill and speculation on the streets is that its just a tool police the cyberspace and social media …elections are coming.

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you “Whats been happening in your neck of the woods?”

The youngest president elected is 31 Macron’s record has been broken.

Our President got selected to be a WHO Goodwill Ambassador………

**Update seems they have reversed their decision

Its been ten years since the death of South African reggae legend Lucky Dube and we still remember. My next post is a tribute post to this icon.

Temperatures have been exceedingly hot this past week if you were having coffee with, we wouldn’t be having coffee because when you open the tap the water comes out hot enough to make a cuppa without need to boil. I bet if we had hens they would lay boiled eggs… (ok maybe not that extreme…. But still its hot….)

Hey its been awhile; thanks for dropping by, promise I’ll keep in touch…..

~B

PS me teaching my niece how to make jelly because I am the fun like that.

Making Jelly

It was fun until after we were waiting for it to set she kept asking is it done yet over and over again…

“Wait an hour no make that 2 hours” I said hoping to buy time but nooooo now every five minutes she kept asking if two hours were up yet…..

 

Of The Gender Equation

Confession I do not understand feminism.

Now that I have got that declaration out of the way, this me trying to make sense of it. If you are reading this and see where I get lost please feel free to jump in and explain.

I have read about it and let me say I have had it (feminism) explained to me a couple of times it makes sense at the time (sometimes) and then I see someone else who says they are no longer one (they used to be but not anymore) and explain their standing usually and that also makes sense and I have seen those who have never subscribed  to this and perfectly comfortable in their status quo roles, what they have to say also makes sense; Then you see someone whose hard line stance seems to imply all men must fall and everything you(as men) say will be used against you… so I listen and I don’t understand and I cant ask because I am a male our male privilege makes us the problem….. I stay silent, afraid to say the wrong thing.

I understand the need to address gender imbalance especially in the working world where women are less likely to gain positions of power not for lack of skill or knowledge but simply that they are women, whose place should be in kitchen. Traditionally we have had instances where a girl child was withdrawn from school so that her brother could get an education because why go school if she is just going to get married and have babies.

Our society has been largely patriarchal traditionally and culturally, there is always resistance to change especially to new ways of thinking but minds are slowly opening it’s a process that wont happen overnight, equal rights equal opportunities, empowerment…..

But fundamentally we are not the same male and female, we are different, our genetic makeup is different, the hormones that course through our endocrine system are different and so how we feel and even think is different …..

NoTe I am not saying one sex is superior to the other I am simply saying different, difference is not a bad thing. Can we accept our differences, correct what needs fixing  and still find ways to get along?

Who is a feminist?

I found to this flow chart By Rebecca Searles for The Huffington Post which simplifies it to this

are you a feminist

are you a feminist?

Maybe it oversimplifies the definition here is another by Emer O’Toole for The Guardian who has this flow chart

Are you a feminist

Can a guy be a feminist? The verdict is still out on that one, some say its possible, some vehemently say no, some say men can only be allies…..

And then there is another brand of feminists with rather radical views that you find them up in arms even with fellow feminists, words are redefined and meanings changed and definitions are lost and on the internet it just becomes a messy affair…..

This image is a crude representation of what everything devolves to

opinions

 

This is such an awkward post for me because to be honest I am a little afraid of the way the internet reacts to any perceived wrong not by correcting the fault but by bullying.

We need to be better human beings

~B

ps waits  for the storm to start

day 27 blog everyday challenge

Of Evolution Of Technology

The evolution of technology

The advancement of technology will be the death of us or rather the end of the human race as we know ourselves….

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The more we become a global village, the more alike we become and the less individual we are….

global village

Growing up, we didn’t watch much TV. The television station only broadcasted for a few hours starting at 3pm and the main news bulletin at 8pm followed by a late prime time movie or show and TV ended by 10pm. Before a movie started a warning came up advising what sort of age restrictions the movie had and if it was no under 18 then we knew it was off to bed we went, even if it was not a school night.

We played outside, and got holes in our clothes the hard way, in the playground, falling from swings, trees, rooftops, fortunately for me, I never broke anything, but I still have scars to show for it. When there was a telephone call and it was for you, you answered it right there in the living room the only privacy you got was what the length of the phone cable allowed. You finished your call and everyone would be looking; waiting for you to spill the beans, so who  was that and what was that all about…… You did not get up and walk away from your family and friends like you discussing a clandestine affair.

The most mischief I got into was stealing my brother’s wire model toy car….

wire toy car

I was shocked to learn that Toys “R” US is going bankrupt. I don’t think they had a branch in Zimbabwe but their toys made their way into our homes, hearts and childhood memories. Why are they bankrupt? Who knows why exactly; debts, the rise of online shopping and I would hazard a guess; that kids want the latest version smart phones, portable multimedia players, game consoles, laptops and would rather play with these gadgets than go outside and play with others.

The next generation is slowly becoming antisocial hanging out with virtual friends than real people.

virtual world

The internet never sleeps and anytime you say good night to the real world and log in to your night mode settings; whats on your mind?

whats on your mind

Trolling in the deep, you do it for the likes. You ridicule someone’s opinion, you share your unpopular opinion and defend it with a vengeance, screenshots and memes.

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 “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

–Oscar Wilde

The internet is a mask, it never sleeps and it never forgets

We gladly wear this mask because beneath it, we don’t exist

Give me an internet connection and phone or laptop and I am a warrior championing cause breaking the internet and taking names…

They tell you not to objectify people but the internet makes us all objectionable packaged into little likes retweets faves and hastags.

You agreed to this click to proceed

terms and conditionsAre you over 18?

Yes To Enter or No To Exit

Hot singles in your area want to meet you…

A new phone is unveiled and your face is your password; phones are adapting becoming a greater part of our lives with each advancement stripping our morals away and assuming greater control of us…..

leash

who holds the leash?

 

phone zombie.jpgWho or what are we becoming ?

~B

PS in the next generation children are just going to start being born with phones for hands

Day 26 Blog Every day challenge

Photocredit Crack of Death

 

Of Memories Of Christmas Past

Christmas is the one holiday I look forward to all year round. I see some shops have started advertising Christmas Specials, so its not too early to talk about the festive season………

You know its almost Christmas when you walk into a shop and they are playing carols and of course a Santa Claus post where you get your photo taken, sitting on s red suited guy’s lap. This is mostly kids stuff. I don’t think have had my photo taken with Father Christmas since I was in kindergarten. It used to be such a big deal and you would get a gift box too, I don’t remember if our parents paid for it, if they did they never said and we never thanked them for it.

Note to myself: This year I am definitely having my photo taken with Santa or I just might be Santa my beard is practically all white I could pull off the look.

Grey Beard

Rasta Santa

Rasta Santa

Its weird how we grow up and things that seemed to be super important when we were toddlers suddenly have less significance. All the thoughts we lose on our way to becoming adults. I can remember past Christmas holidays from my childhood as if they happened just yesterday but I can hardly remember my last Christmas. If baby me met grown up me I wonder if I would like or even recognize me…..

Growing every Christmas we got new clothes, new shoes and then a gift probably a toy or board game. You would wake up on Christmas morning and you could practically smell Christmas. Christmas smells like my mum’s baking; a multi-coloured cake we called The Rainbow cake. I thought it looked a touch hideous but my grandmother loved it to bits so every Christmas it showed up; it was tradition.

I remember grandma telling me the story of how a saviour was born in a stable and lay in manger and how we must not forget the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas,

nativity manger scene

if it was not true then why do all the cows and goats wake up facing east, on Christmas mornings they watch the sunrise; to honour a king.

livestock facing the rising sun

look east

I never saw them actually do this and grandma used to laugh when I asked and she would say I was not waking up early enough…. I haven’t seen them do it but I tell the story anyway…. Just like how at midnight of the New Year, if you listen very carefully you can hear the New Year starting like a distant rumbling or earth quake….

Whats Christmas without a tree?

Christmas Tree

Whats a Christmas tree without decorations?

Christmas decor

 

Christmas decorWhats Christmas breakfast without tea with jam and bread and cake

Sun Jam on bread

Whats Christamas without memories like these:

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family

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Christmas seems like an affair for children but don’t be fooled, the older generation are moved beyond words at a chance to see their children with their children’s children and possibly their children’s children’s children since it now seems we only ever gather like this at funerals….

Writing this post has put me in the festive spirit and this Christmas I will definitely put in the effort, I’ll even buy cards and post them, I’ll dress up in a red jump suit and give gifts, I will tell stories and create timeless memories……

Stay festive

~B

PS and of course a barbecue…..

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Day 25 Blog everyday challenge

Of Perfume: The Story Of A Would Be Murderer

Dear Perfume Companies:
Please put a suggested serving size on your bottles. You know like on a medicine bottle:

dosage

Dab LIGHTLY on pulse points
Do NOT marinade in it.
in event of overdose take a shower

Sincerely,
A guy sitting next to one of your most over-zealous customers in a public taxi and contemplating murder

~B

Ps I’m extremely confident that the “dosage instructions” would never say empty entire contents of bottle onto person and have a nice day.
The windows in this vehicular conveyance are all emergency exits and can not be opened; except by kicking them out (in case of emergency)

Emergency Exit
I think such an instance constitutes an emergency…

Of Tomorrow: A Place A day Away

Tomorrow comes, when tomorrow comes……

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I dream of tomorrow a place better than today and then I wake up tomorrow is today, tomorrow never comes……

The future is filled with tomorrows that become today, a day at a time.

Life is a poetry of possibilities,

Fused with expectations and uncertainties.

Tomorrow comes. And how often can a man say that? “Every night, because tomorrow always comes everyday, after every night”

I live in a world where planning ahead is hard. Our economy is burning, hard cash in hand is worth more than money in the bank, and everybody is running a hustle. In 2008 a bank apocalypse happened; savings and pensions eroded in value to nothing; overnight, and everyday feels like a day away from the same thing happening all over again…..

Tomorrow comes when tomorrow comes.

Tomorrow never waits.

By the time my parents were my age,

they had:

three children,

 two cars,

 one house

and a dog named Bingo…..

I loved that dog, a German Shepard big and mean looking but gentle as kitten, unless it felt we were threatened, strangers, suspicious characters, the odd postman. Today I cant afford to keep a pet, I cannot even afford to feed myself three square meals plus snacks, the kind of diets we had growing up.

My parents had this life thing on track, they had life policies, invested in shares and those pension plans which pay out a windfall 25+ odd years later. The economy crashed and all that turned to a little less than pocket change.

Today I found a dividend cheque in the mail, it should have been paying my mum a neat little windfall back in the original economy…. but today it pays out USD$1.40

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And I ask myself where do I even begin to plan for my retirement, one day I would like to do something really nice for my mum, like by her car to replace the one I know she sold to send us all to school but never told us about… maybe tomorrow I will.

Next year we have elections… the ruling party candidate is the current president, he has been president all my life, he turns 93 in February. Zimbabwe will decide and it seems everything awaits that; what comes after…? Politics in Africa is a messy affair.

And still I dream of tomorrow, a place not like today, or yesterday… a place where things are better…

~B

Day 5 of my blog everyday challenge

 

Of Trapped In The (Water) Closet

I hate to ask, for directions, advice, help……. I am probably on my way to my destiny right now and I am lost or trapped somewhere, but I will get there…..

When you visit someone one of the things you must casually find out is, where the bathroom is located, if it works, and any special procedures you might need to be aware of… and also the Wi-Fi password.

Not all bathrooms are the same, some have no running water and you may need to go fetch by way of a bucket, maybe it must not be flushed, not ever, and special quirks you really ought to be aware of…….

Its awkward conversation to have but believe me, but it will save you from death by embarrassment, unless of course you plan on not using any other bathroom but your own. Good luck with that.

There I was visiting a friend, conversation was great and the effects of the large mug of tea, we were enjoying started kicking in. I excused myself for a quick bathroom break. I took a wrong turn or two, saw things I shouldn’t have, but that is neither here nor there. I may have poured some gin into my cup of tea, to break the ice, which is why, I was all zen and calm as if I open wrong doors all the time; you mumble apologies and walk away….

I located the water closet and locked the door, the key was there in the door’s ignition. I even checked the handle to make sure the door was locked, it was. I am a private person I value my privacy. Even if I had gone into the toilet to just spit, the gin was giving me a touch of nausea, I would have still locked the door.

Finding the bathroom was easy enough, getting out, not so much.  The key wouldn’t turn and so I tried jiggling the door handle around… and it came right off and I heard the distinct sound of something falling, on the other side of the door. ……. It meant only one thing TRAPPED.

trapped clip art

I laughed, because sometimes if you don’t laugh, you will freak out. Don’t Panic, I learnt that from The Hitch Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. I tried not to panic,and put on my Rose Coloured glasses, I assessed my situation:

Door out of order

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windows barred

Window copy.jpg I had left my phone on the table, in the lounge, next to my cup of gin and tea tonic, so I couldn’t call anyone for an emergency evacuation…..

I knocked on the door softly, too soft, no one could have heard it. I couldn’t bring myself to actually shout for help, and decided at some point someone is either going to come to use the bathroom or  start looking for me after, figuring out I have been gone for far to long. If I had carried my phone I would have had something to do, instead I busied myself reading instructions on the detergents…

domestosmutlipurpose  Bleach

Who knew this is multipurpose ….. you learn something anywhere if you put your mind to it…..I even hummed R Kelly’s Trapped In The Closet quietly to myself, the man has his issues but he knows his music….

After what felt like forever, who knows how long it was, my phone tells me the time, and I didnt have it; eventually help arrived. I had been “missing” for far too long and a search party was calling my name. Am I the only one who finds it odd, to respond from the bathroom when someone calls your name? So I stayed silent yet hopeful. By deductive elimination, they figured out I was the one trapped in the bathroom.

Someone knocked on the door.

Yes” I responded sheepishly

“But you are not to lock the door, nobody does, the key has issues.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

You should have asked…..”

The End

~B

Obviously I got out…. eventually, they had to remove the door by hinges, it was like an episode of Prison Break……..

 

PS This Day Four of my blog everyday challenge

 

 

image credit Clip Art Panda

 

Of Being Me

Hello my name is Beaton but by now you should know to call me just B. no other letters, and you don’t pronounce the just. Sometimes I like to tell people that my name is pronounced, you know how in French some letters are silent like the  S in Paris is silent, well all the letters in my name are silent too except for the B……

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I am ~B and this is day three of my blog everyday challenge

People are funny creatures, you tell someone to call you B. and next time they call you, they presume to know your name. I have been called Brighton, Brilliant, Beacon, even Brian. I mean Brian? How even? But if there is anything that grinds my gears more than my name being assumed wrong, it’s when I tell someone my name and they pronounce it badly, even when I repeat it…. And I eventually say please just call me B (and save me the drama of hearing my name being mangled) but that other part stays in my head…

Where I come from people tend to give babies names with meaning but I guess most people do to a fashion, like Tawanda (meaning we are many) Tafara (meaning we are happy) Shuvai (meaning Hope) Navelani (also meaning Hope). Most names used here, when you hear them, you understand them, you can define them, you can even find them in the dictionary.

My name is uncommon, I have only “met” one person with it, as a first name, we are Facebook friends… if you are reading this post Hi Beaton!!!!

Beaton

Beaton

When I am asked what my name means sometimes I say, “I cannot be defined because my name is not in the dictionary.” But that’s not completely true I looked up my name it means:

“From the warrior’s estate”

From the warrior’s estate wow… do not mess with me. You see, I am a descendant from a line of warriors that leads back to Shaka The Zulu. Shaka reigned in Southern Africa and consolidated a formidable empire in the late 1700s to early 1800s.

Shaka The Zulu

I don’t think my parents had this in mind when they named me, it was in honour to an uncle….  (hmmmm maybe my grandaparents when they named my uncle….)

In Zimbabwe family kin identify each other by their totems, people of the same clan have the same totem (known as mutupo in Shona language) It’s a patron or spirit animal for your people, you respect it and you are not supposed to eat it. When you have done good, when someone is thanking you or beseeching you or down right flattering you, they can invoke your totem in a clan praise name…….

My mother’s totem is heart (moyo). My father’s totem is fire (moto, mlilo)

My totem is Fire. You become your father’s people…..

 

Again this is uncommon as most, if not all have animals or organic totems. Lion (shumba, murambwi), elephant(zhou ndlovu), monkey(shoko), zebra(dube) heart(moyo) and many other totems. The people who came up with this totem thing were clever not to pick animals like chicken, cow or pig because folk would have been in trouble. Eating your totem is said to cause a host of misfortune including droughts until you appease your ancestors.

My Totem is fire…..

There is nothing I don’t eat, my ancestors “discovered” fire and I pay homage to them in a barbecue.

fire BBQ

Hello my name is Beaton and my spirit animal will barbecue your spirit animal…..

My totem is fire and I was born to be uncommon.

Mlilo, Chauke

~B

PS You can read about my how my ancestors “discovered” fire HERE

 

Shaka Zulu Image credit Source

Of Coffee grown from a teapot shaped country

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you tell you that, it feels like I spoke too soon when I announced Spring is here yesterday because today is a cold day like we rewound time to the middle of winter. But everything works out perfectly, we wont need an excuse to light a fire and drink a liquid hug in a mug…..

My friend Josh, left a comment on my last post that had me thinking, my country is teapot shaped and that is not a bad thing, it could be anything really; Oneta mentioned her state looks like a pan handle… what is your country or state shaped like?

A teapot shaped country south of africa

A teapot shaped country

Today is day 2 of my blog everyday challenge; and if you were having coffee with me I would tell you to allow me to pour you tales grown from my teapot shaped country.

I am the second born child in a family of five siblings (and now we are 4). I grew up in an extremely large family because my dad rest his soul had a heart of gold and if any relation needed a place to stay he would agree quickly without a second thought.

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We didn’t have rules any rules in the house; if we did they we less than ten and they weren’t really rules they were more like I would rather you didnts

If there was one rule we had, it was that the word cousin never be used, we had no cousins, we had brothers and sisters. In our culture my uncles (my father’s brothers) are my fathers and my aunts (my mum’s sisters) are my mothers and so their children are my siblings. It’s a great way to keep the family united and when my dad passed away although I missed him I never felt the void of missing a father figure.

Every school holiday we went visiting, either the paternal or the maternal grandparents alternating each time..

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That one was not a rule that was a commandment. It helped to keep us grounded, we knew where we came from.

Grandfather and grandchild

My Grandad and I

All the stories told, suddenly years later I realise they are so much more than stories and this is why I too am a storyteller, keeping wisdom alive in the embers of a story.

If you were having coffee with me; I would tell you I was born to tell stories

Baby Beaton

 

I could speak before I could walk, and I walked before I could stand. I am told people found that highly disturbing I wouldn’t know I don’t remember…. What I do remember is that once upon a time my dad and I snuck out the house to go to a barbecue with the guys, I was made to swear not to reveal where we had gone, what we had done and whom we had done it with and was bribed with an insane amount of soft drinks, kebabs, ice creams and sweets. As soon as I got out home the first words out of my mouth to my mum were:

I am not telling you that I am not supposed to tell you that I was given sweets to not tell you that…..

I am sure my dad was not amused at all.

I am a fairly decent cook and I am super modest about it, you might even find my picture right under the definition of Modesty. Growing up my mum didn’t differentiate chores for the boys and girls she would just suggest, I would rather you didn’t leave dirty dishes in the sink, I would rather you all helped each other cook….

African parents are known for their heavy handed justice but I never got beat up, ,maybe we were model children and growing up without a father we were forced to be mature kids we never needed disciplining or rules…..

Family

already reading newspapers, helping “kids” with homework

My older brother was off at boarding school and so suddenly  I become “the responsible child”

Prefect

The Prefect

I was a prefect in primary school, a dorm prefect in junior high, a table leader at the the dining and a senior prefect in high school…. I never became a government minister though…..😂😂

what was your childhood like?

#MyAfricaMyWords

~B

 

PS a rare picture of my mum and dad way before The Kids

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A rare picture of me being a baby

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