Of Death Note: Anime review

Death Note

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My thoughts after binge watching 37 episodes of the anime series Death Note. The series is based on a manga comic written by Tsugumi Ohba and illustrated by Takeshi Obata

Warning this may contain Spoilers but that’s mostly things you will find out in the first five minutes of the first episode or if you should ever try to find out what the series is about.

If you picked up a notebook titled Death Note and upon opening it discovered the first instruction written in it is:

Death Note Inscription The human whose name is written in this note shall die

The human whose name is written in this note shall die

What would you do, what would you do? I am fairly sure I would be curious and more than a little terrified and just before sending it back to whatever realm improbable realm it came from, I might be tempted to write down maybe a single name and no more but don’t ask me who.

All humans die

All humans will, exception, eventually die

If you are a Game of thrones fan, valar morghulis

Light Yagami a somewhat well-adjusted straight A student, who picks up the Death Note; he reads the first instruction and is naturally skeptical of it but still keeps the book. He witnesses a street gang trying to molest a lady and one of the gang shouts his name, and Light writes down the name in the book and forty seconds later death strikes the gang flees and the lady escapes…..

Light has a strong sense of morality and his father is the police chief, and he easily convinces himself he was meant to find the Death Note and that it’s his duty to rid the world of all evil doers one heart attack at a time. If power corrupts then this certainly goes to his head as he suddenly has designs of creating a new world free of injustice and he will be God of this new world……..

I would have been routing for him had it not been for the little thing that he regards people who try to stop him as people working on the side of the criminals, and these guys are the police, the police are trying to catch him and he kills any who get close enough, but he is still a hard character to hate most of the time I am hoping he gets away with it

It’s a cat and mouse chess game as a special team headed by a quirky genius is tasked to find the criminal killer whom everyone refers to as Kira.

The hero fills like the villain and the villain feels like the hero, nothing is black and white……..

If you are going to watch it, stop on the 24th episode because after that all chill is lost but of course don’t listen to me watch it and then come back and let me tell you I told you so.

Oh yeah and whoever owns a Death Note gets followed around by creepy looking being, A Death God called a Shinigami until you die or forfeit ownership of Death Note, and they may or may not reliably explain or help use the Death Note. To kill someone with the Death Note you need to know their face and real name, which can get quite tricky as you can imagine; the Shinigami can offer you a cool deal Shinigami eyes:

Shinigami eyes

Shinigami eyes

Eyes that let you see as the Shinigami see, you see a person’s Name and Life Span remaining all for the bargain price of  half of your remaining life would you accept that?


PS The movie Death Note is coming to theaters 25 August 2017. I have seen the trailer and there are obvious changes; I have braced myself to be disappointed but who knows…..


Of A Lady’s Handbag

If you were having coffee with me; I would tell you how as a guy, I am always; let’s call it “in awe of the things women carry in their handbags….

It’s a whole dimension in itself in there; reminds me of Felix The Cat’s bag….

Felix the cat magic back with universe inside

If I was to ever re-invent a handbag, I would probably include a built in light, similar to the one you find on a fridge that goes on when you open it…. (I have seen ladies struggling to find something they are sure they put in their handbag and I would almost make the suggestion to them; that they should carry a torch, for such moments…. but on account of me rather liking my head firmly attached to my neck and breathing and stuff I just silently watch and make no comment…..)

Vanity light inside handbag

A vanity light inside a handbag how about that….

If you were having coffee with me; I would tell you that my mom’s handbag holds something you can see without ever opening it….

She carries a sermon in her handbag…….


How does one carry a sermon in handbag you ask? Well, good question and I am glad you asked it, because today is your lucky Sunday….

One side of her handbag is completely scarlet and

scarlet.jpgthe other side has a scarlet part and a white.

Red & whiteA message of His infinite forgiveness:

Isaiah 1:18Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD.Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”They say He works in mysterious ways and if something as simple as handbag can carry a message what about His wonderful creation……..


Isaiah 53:5 “….By his stripes we are healed…

They say He works in mysterious ways and if something as simple as handbag can carry a message what about His wonderful creation……..

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you if you saw the lunar eclipse a few nights ago and if you stayed up to watch the meteor shower…..

partial lunar eclipse Southern hemisphere

I watched the partial lunar eclipse but on this side of the hemisphere the Perseid Meteor Shower was mostly disapponting maybe because I was somewhat misled by a hoax message that claimed this would be the brightest meteor shower in 96 years (Thanks to Google I knew the message was claim was fake) but still I expected something like a New year’s fire works display….

New Year Fireworks; Harare, Zimbabwe

New Year Fireworks; Harare, Zimbabwe

And all I saw was only one shooting star…

The Perseid Meteor Shower happens every year peaking around July/August …who knew …maybe next year I will have a friend with telescope and an observation deck and we can count the stars….

A starry night is the salt of the universe revealing mysteries the sun hides

Have an awesome week




Of Way Maker

Lately I find myself playing this track on repeat…. I rarely play songs on repeat but this one, feels like I have rediscovered it, something about it just strikes a chord in my soul…


Way Maker ~ Sinach

Sinach Way Maker

You are here
Moving in our midst
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Working in this place
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Moving in our midst
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Working in this place
I worship you
I worship you

Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are
Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are

You are here
Touching every heart
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Healing every heart
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Turning lives around
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Mending every heart
I worship you
I worship you

Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
That is who you are
Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are

You wipe away all tears
You mend the broken heart
You’re the answer to it all
You wipe away all tears
You mend the broken heart
You’re the answer to it all …to it all..to it all

Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are
Way maker
Miracle worker
Promise keeper
Light in the darkness
My God
That is who you are

You are here
Touching every life
I worship you
I worship you
You are here
Meeting every need
I worship you
I worship you

About Sinach


Sinach is an internationally recognised gospel artist, award winning songwriter, vocalist with over 500 songs.  She is an international worship leader serving in the Christ Embassy Church, and is greatly motivated to see her music help uplift and worship God.

She organises “SINACH LIVE IN CONCERT” a series of worship concerts which has taken place in Nigeria, Ghana, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Uganda, Amsterdam, Cameroon, USA, and other parts of the world.

She is Nigerian; her real name is Osinachi and happily married to Joseph Egbu.



PhotoCredit: Sinach.org

Song Way Maker; Youtube

Of Now or Never #LeFemmeRemix: A Review

I was scrolling through music channels wondering what happened to the music scene because most music videos seem to be all about the all up in your face provocative sex appeal, skimpy dancers doing highly suggestive dance routines to distract us from the waning mostly inaudible lyrical content and managing to objectify women in the process. Pretty soon people are just going to be naked in hip hop videos… oh, wait, didn’t someone famous do one of those already?  Anyhoo as you were.

I used to really love hip hop, back in the day when Rap really meant Rhythm And Poetry when it was a raw expressive force, lyrical gangsters spitting out verse on the microphones, that would explode the tape decks when they were in rap mode, you feel me?Call me old school but could you throw me back to a time when you could feel the emotion in rap from the love they felt for their mums, loyalty to their homies, and venom unleashed at haters, disintegrating those who would oppose; to the rage against injustice. Now, hip hop is a menagerie of multi-tattooed, chain wearing, expensive drinks sipping, posing artists all about image, they rap about how much money they got, expensive cars they woke up in, sex, and I can barely hear half of the other stuff they mumble out.

I thought perhaps I had lost my love for rap till I stumbled across this track by DJ Switch and Ms Cosmo.

To celebrate the phenomenal creature that is woman; phenomenal woman; Ms Cosmo DJ calls out her favourite female emcees to feature in the #LefemmeRemix of DJ Switch’s Now or Never track.

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Ms Cosmo

The result is 8 minutes of true grit, ten verses and ten of South Africa’s baddest female hip hop artists making a a point in a world where the rap scene is predominantly male….. It’s the rise of the female rappers.

I am hooked to the hook of the song:

What happened to rap?
Yeah, what happened to rap?
Hip hop used to drop bars now we just dab

And I cant decide which is my favourite verse or who slays the most, because its that awesome, but in order of appearance:

Opening verse is Meg Mafia also known as the North Goddess and she’s got purpose just like a pure breed warrior.

Rapping was about the bars but now it’s just a circus

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Meg Mafia

Ms Supa is super human and two times a queen with a straight flush.

You got a beat but you can’t use it

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Ms Supa

Nelz wishes rappers rap more instead of talking about rap

The rise of the female rapper
The rap game is full of actors
I see no rappers just wrappers



Representing cape town and keeping it real Miss Celaneous

Shame man they look the same, some are same so uniform
He said if you wanna be part of the clique outchea, you gotta

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Miss Celaneous

Rogue knows what happened to real rap and it aint dead its going to rise like a phoenix.

No longer looking for lyricism
Just give em beat that bumps the bass



Patty Monroe who  is practically a brand unto herself now that’s clever

Now or never was an all male endeavour
You failed to deliver

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Patty Monroe

Phresh Clique repping Cape Town they coming to win.

on stage
I rage,
I blaze,
fans feel

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Phresh Clique

on stage
I rage,
I blaze,
fans feel

Fifi Cooper does no metaphors now if only someone would translate for me the rest of her verse so I know what she own about

why you put me next to kids that begs for Ice-Cream


Fifi Cooper

BK is the one who gots one problem rappers don’t make sense

Some careers born a little pre-mature
These weak raps need to incubate a little more



Clara T is about clarity and no lies, aint looking for anything she cant get for herself

Until you decide
And when you look in the mirror
You see that look in your eyes
That you aren’t breathing the same air as me

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Clara T

Gigi Lamayne is a serious heavy hitter  she wields her femininity like a blunt force don’t mess with the hybrid

Royal blood on my pad
I’m always Ultra with the bleeds


This track is what rap is about, standing for something; real, live and raw. Shout Out to all those keeping it real and if  you didn’t know these ladies watch out for them, trust me they making a mark.

If I listen to this song a thousand times I am so going to post the lyrics the way we used to do it back in the day before google when the only way to  get song lyrics was to listen rewind and press play 


PS Happy women’s month and  In case you missed it I am crushing on this song.

And if you into rap what’s your take on the rap game and music scene in general?

Blogbattle entry themed menagerie


#LeFemmeRemix images and track link courtesy of Ms Cosmo


Of MISSING DIAMONDS: I want my share. A review

 Genre: Contemporary

MISSING DIAMONDS: I want my share. A review


I attended the premiere of a one man satirical play titled MISSING DIAMONDS: I want my share by Silvanos Mudzvova.

Technically speaking this was not the debut performance of the play; the first performance was staged outside the parliament building on Wednesday Question and Answer Session and ended a few minutes into the thirty minute play when the actor was whisked away by the police.


The actor says that the play was not meant for theater but in theater one can exercise their freedom of artistic expression.  Initially the actor intended to stage his performance four times, once at the parliament building, then at the Chinese Embassy, Mbada Diamonds offices and at Anjin Investments, but has since received multiple invitations some of which are international.

The play was inspired by the president making an admission that the country had “lost” 15 Billion  dollars worth of diamond revenue. This missing 15 billion also sparked a lot of internet responses ranging from absurd to some pertinent….


The actor says 15 billion dollars is far too much money for people and Parliamentarians to stop talking and asking about it.

I have never been to a one-man play let alone a satirical one and so I didn’t know what to expect.

The play opens with the actor giving a narration of his thoughts on the missing money and how he calculates that divided by the population of the country each person is entitled to slightly over $1000 but he would settle on a round figure of $1000 subject to tax and any other banking expenses. He proceeds as if he is in parliament asking “Honourables” about his share, then the story flashes back to events that preceded him ending up where he is, in front of members of parliament.

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You watch through multi-character portrayal how a billion dollar diamond operation runs for years, yet the ordinary people do not benefit as they journey through a pothole ridden road, destroyed by traffic carrying diamonds. You see how elected officials live in luxury  and the ordinary folk  in poverty, all he wants is his share of the obvious vast wealth they are spending, who must he ask, when the police well, are more an agent of oppression. He would rather ask the president directly, but the president is a man for too busy and important to deal with regular folk so he will talk to parliamentarians who are close to the president and elected to ask on his behalf, and so he goes to parliament.

The play is mixture of hilarious, poignant and some hard hitting reflections as he asks the audience questions as if they are part of the play and you never really know if he is being rhetoric or the show is interactive. The highlight of the play was when he says all he wants is $1000 but imagine someone plotting to have all 15 billion for themselves and launches into skits showing how people would lavishly spend such money if they had it “kalife kemari” (That money life) He changes character with the change of a hat so you can tell whom he is playing, and with lots of innuendo refers to government officials never mentioning anyone by name but if you know, you would connect the dots.

Towards the end of the play Silvanos likens the people to the baboon of the hare and baboon folktales, where clever tsuro(hare) would always get the better of gudo( baboon), they take from us and all we do is chase but never catch them. He calls us coward thinking we can change the world via social media. The last statement is a declaration that he is not asking the money for himself but for the country so that if it’s in the system each one can benefit some from the money.

As I watched this production sometimes I looked around like expecting police to bust through and arrest everyone in attendance I don’t know where I got such a thought as there was hardly anything treasonous in the play but it just goes to show how stifled freedom of expression is and we are shocked by anyone voicing any public opinions while we only hide behind social media, maybe we are cowards, afraid to let out voices be heard.

In as much as plays go this might not be the best play I have seen but it is the most thought provoking and dare I say controversial, definitely a must see.

I could not help but give Mr Mudzvova my respect for his bravery in staging his performance at parliament and all others places he intends because I could never ask the questions he asked even if in satirical play. He got a standing ovation I am sure people who were there felt something of the same and one person even asked him if he was not afraid.

Mr Mudzvova said he was afraid, but that would stop him from giving voice to issues that need to be said. He speaks for those who have no voice for those afraid to use theirs.

And his question still haunts me, 15 billion dollars is far too much money to let simply just vanish without a trace……. 


Photocredit News Day

This week I try something a little different from my regular posts.

#BlogBattle Theme: Voice

Of Words Over Weekend Coffee



If you were having coffee with me I would say to you “hello on this auspicious day” Well it’s like a regular day nothing auspicious about it but I figured that if I said to you “Hello on this auspicious day” you would feel welcome, unlike if I said “Hello on this suspicious day” even though it rhymes, you would think I was up to something, well I am not up to anything, mostly anyway, besides if I was up to something I would not want to let the cat get my thumbs thus forcing me to let go of the bag and thus let  the cat of the bag.

If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you that I love words, but then if you have been here long enough you have probably figured me out. I am a man who loves using words in a manner that if anyone heard or read (in this case) me, they would have to think there goes a man who knows what he is talking about, for a man to use words like that, one must be darn certain of what one is talking about.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you the 3 simple rules to seeming knowledgeable.

  1. Do not talk about what you do not know.
  2. Do not tell all you know.

If you were having coffee with me, I would be reviewing a book that I find helps me define words. See I am in a bit of a jam, I put down the book last night when I went to bed and today I couldn’t find it, maybe the creature that lives under my bed took it, anyway I can’t find the right words to define how I am feeling right now.

I was it rereading for the….. I have no idea, how manyeeeth time, but I keep learning something new. So I am not qualified to be a book critique (what are the qualifications if you do know please tell me so) but lemme share my two cents on this book.

Who writes a book like this?

It’s got unnecessarily big words and then repeats the meanings of the big words using smaller simple words, in same sentence. That’s really really redundant.

The plot is just so disconnected. Like, seriously what happened to the aardvark from the beginning, it was there on the first page and then never appears again.

Then, there is The Title who would name a book The Dictionary. What does that even mean, it’s not a name that inspires one with visions to tear out all its pages and then wrap them up around you and roll the remainder into a cigarette and then smoke all the words directly into your brain. (To be honest no book does that for me in case you are wondering, so do not worry about locking your books away fearing I will smoke them.)

The only reason I am still reading is because I am curious to see how all these subplots are connected.

how will it all end… I always forget its something about a zebra.

When I fell asleep I was at the part about The Blind Curtain called Drapes a shady character, if I do say so myself.

It’s not very original it has been adapted, revised and edited so many times new words keep getting added and now I heard the new words are not words at all the new words are lil emoticons like the smiling emoji or the laughing until tears of joy come out (and its the Oxford word of the year)


If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that the if I was an emoji I would be this one ^_^ At least now,  years after finishing school, I now know the value of punctuation marks, they are for making funny little faces in text messages and commenting all over the internet.

If you were having coffee with me and you were not at this point rolling on the floor laughing or had not spluttered on your coffee, at least once I would call an ambulance for you, because your funny bone, something is seriously wrong with it, and the best medicine is what you really need.

Thanks for sticking through with my review and hoping your weekend great.



PS It must have been an interesting ordeal, to write the first dictionary. Imagine having to think up every word out there and then describe it…… without using the word itself.

of some weekend coffee and On The Other Hand: a book

coffee and a book

If you were having coffee with me we would be trying something different, we would be trying iced tea. The weather is stifling hot so a hot beverage would be all kinds of  awkward…. I have never tried iced tea, but the golden colour is so rich (maybe I should drink my tea in a clear glass mug more) and the ice cubes  a nice cooling touch ( but if you think about it ice cubes are kinda hard core imagine floating around in a mug the size of a bathtub  full of your own blood…)

I do apologise for the visualization, but yes my mind is a scary place sometimes, and I like to broaden its horizons, see where my thoughts lead me.

If you were having coffee with me, I would be telling you of my review of one of the last books I read On The Other Hand The Little Anthology of Big Questions, by  Renée Paule

Good Book + Iced Tea

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you what sort of books you read and what was the last good book you read. I would tell  you that I like fantasy, I read to escape, you see, to world of fictional characters  and at least for a little while forget how cruel we as a race can get  to each other all the war, pain and suffering we inflict on each other, all in the name of freedom, justice and even religion.

On The Other Hand is not a fictional book, it’s a self help book, actually no its not even that it’s a book of questions, it doesn’t even have the answers, only questions. Through the Author’s journey to learn who they are we also ask ourselves challenging questions about the things we have always accepted without question.

I am a fast reader it takes me little time and effort to zip through pages of a book, especially when I like the story I go through it faster, I mean to slow down and enjoy the plot, but I cant help myself I rush through gouging on every page, like its my last supper, sometimes forgetting to sleep. But this book it’s a little book with a  modest number 216 pages, it took me almost a month to read and in between reading it I finished four other books.

Its not the easiest book to read, its true “He who conquers others is strong; He who conquers himself is mighty.” – Lao Tzu

According to this book:

We are happy to wait until we die to find out answers to questions we have forgotten how to ask.

Human beings are diligent when it comes to searching for something they dont really want to know or see; we know where not to look….

The truth is there we just have trouble facing it.

We are given a blank sheet of paper to create our world on and we have scribbled all over it in the most horrible way; now we cant read our own writing..

 Who were we when the paper was blank? Where did the piece of paper come from?

So many questions and no answers well I didn’t have them (the answers) but asking them to oneself puts things into perspective, you don’t ask whats wrong with the world (because whats wrong with world is we happened or maybe we let happen) what you ask is how do you save yourself and others, because we are worth saving.

It was challenging to read this book but I am glad I did.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that I don’t think I like iced tea, (maybe its an acquired taste) you can have the rest of it I will fix myself a nice cold beverage perhaps add a dash of something slightly intoxicating just for laughs and lots of ice. The weather is stifling the heat is oppressive, I cant help wonder if the rapture occurred and now we are left here to burn, for failing to save ourselves or is this a prelude of things to come if we do not change….

That is why we pray for rain #RainMustFall

iced beverage

a lil what what


Ps I just heard a clap of thunder and I smell rain *cheers*

Of Kingsman

Of Kingsman *A review of sorts*


Recently watched Kingsman: The Secret Service and the movie had interesting quotes on being a gentleman. I watched it twice pausing and playing back some parts twice times twice to get the words. I could have googled but I am old school like that.

A suit is the modern gentleman’s armor.

Now, the first thing every gentleman needs is a good suit. By which I mean a bespoke suit. Never off the peg.

You’re going to need a pair of shoes to go with your suit.

A bespoke suit always fits.

A gentleman’s name should appear in the newspaper only three times:
When he’s born,  when he marries and when he dies.

-“Being a gentleman has nothing to do with the circumstances of one’s birth. Being a gentleman is something one learns.”     “Yeah, but how?” “Alright, first lesson,you should have asked me before you took a seat.”

-“So you gonna teach me how to talk proper like in ‘My Fair Lady’?”
“That’d be absurd. Being a gentleman has nothing to do with one’s accent. Its about being at ease in one’s own skin.
As Hemingway said: “There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man.””True nobility is being superior to your  former self.

manners maketh the man

The movie starts on a My Fair lady type of feel to it but in this case, its a young man being bred into a better man, a gentleman. He’s recruitment speech that goes like this:

I see a young man with potential. A young man who is loyal. Who can do as he is asked,and who wants to do something good with his life. Did you see the film “Trading Places”? How about “Nikita”? “Pretty Woman” ?

NO My point is, the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path, but you needn’t stay on it. If you’re prepare to adapt and learn, you can transform.”

” Yes, like “My Fair Lady” Only in this case, I am offering you the opportunity to become a Kingsman.

and you know its about to get real when on the first day of class the instructor says:

“you will write the details of your next of kin. On that body bag. This represents your acknowledgement of the risks that you are about to face…as well as your agreement to strict confidentiality, which incidentally if you break… will result in you and your next of kin being in that bag. Is that understood? Excellent.”

When I was a kid, that was my dream job. A gentleman spy. I always felt the old Bond films were only as good as the villain.ME TOO ok even skipping the spy stuff I’ve always wanted to be a gentleman

and the villain is certified insane (according to me, never trust anyone who offers free WiFi for everyone forever there is always a catch) and when he takes out one of the main good characters his epic rant:

“You know what this look like? Its like those old movies we both love. Now I’m gonna tell you my whole plan …and then I’m gonna come up with some absurdly, convoluted way to kill you…and then you’ll find an equally convoluted way to escape. That sounds good to me. Well, this ain’t that kind of movie. *and shoots him dead*

And then weird views on humanity:

“Humankind is the only virus cursed to live with the horrifying knowledge of its host’s fragile mortality.”

And an even weirder take on global warming, makes sense in a twisted kind of kill the whole human population kind of way:

When you get a virus, you get a fever. That’s the human body raising its core temperature to kill the virus. Planet Earth works the same way: Global warming is the fever…Mankind is the virus. We are making our planet sick. A cull is our only hope. If we do not reduce our population ourselves,there’s only two ways this can go :The host kills the virus,or the virus kills the host. Either way…- The result is the same: The virus dies.

So when the bad guy gets whats coming to him ( I aint spoiling nothing its obvoius its the kind of movie good triumphs over bad no matter how logical the villain’s train of thought)

“Is this the part where you say some really bad pun?” “Its like you said to Harry this ain’t that kind of movie.” *dead villain movie mostly ended*

and my favourite random line from the movie

You know what I love about pen and paper? Nobody can hack into this sh**..