A Crack In The Dam

Dams, like all other buildings, never just collapse. Everything has a start. Its not like God snaps his fingers and suddenly, the bricks begin to fall apart. It all starts with a drop. One single drop from a crack we ignored for too long.

So I was sitting at a table, having a conversation with this guy and I felt a drop of water hit the top of my head. Hmm. Strange. I ignored it and kept talking. It wasn’t long before another drop hit my head. A little heavier than the last. I asked about the crack with a smile on my face. You know, that way I wouldn’t seem too pushy.

As more drops hit different parts of my body, I started to ask about every single crack and every single drop. They began with ‘I’ll fix the cracks’ but slowly turned more and more harsh. Every response made me feel more and more ungrateful. Was the water really that bad? Did I have to ask about every single thing? Did I not have any cracks in my own structures?

Moments later, carrying on with our chirpy conversation, I realised the water had reached my waist. I stood up because maybe it was I that needed adjusting. Nope. It got to my waist once again in no time. This is when I thought to remember that I can’t swim. How did I really let it get this far? Dude looked unmoved!!! He didn’t seem to notice the disaster. He went on as though nothing happened.

The water was now pouring in. The droplets were much desired then. I said my goodbyes and found my way to the door. To my amazement, there was a flood outside that came rushing in! I looked for the very person I walked away from and our drowning began…

P.S this was meant to come right before ‘The Drowning Man.’ Be sure to read it too! Merry Christmas.

Yours truly,
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Colours of Inspiration

The underestimation of the people we each choose as role models irks me. Some of you will cite Beyonce, Kim Kardashian, Ronaldo, LeBron James, Mark Zuckerberg, Oprah and even Obama. I wish you took a moment to sit down and think of what these things say about you. Usually, all we want us to get rich quick.

Though many of us are in denial, we live in a third world country. A country where up to a million other people have the same not-so-ambitious dreams. Some people call it negativity, I call it honesty. Po-tay-toh, po-tah-toh. The kinds of friends a lot of us like to accept are those that will not dispute anything you say. All the nonsense you do will get an applause from them. And coincidentally, if you look at their lives, they are probably doing the same nonsense you are.

My first point is the music industry. A lot of Zambian music is crap. Not worth downloading, not worth airing on TV, not even worth sharing on BBM for free. A handful of our music is good. A handful. Many musicians look filthy, have terrible English and have that annoying beat to all their songs… I can’t quite place my finger on the shabby producer. That’s the point! They crowd the industry so much that those with actual talent are not shining like they should. If its not you, its not you.

Secondly, looking up to a person who is currently not doing anything. What is it you admire?! The free time? Some people are lucky. They can go far without an education or hint of ambition but that doesn’t mean we can all be lucky. Some have their inheritances, some have siblings that will look out for them no matter what, some may be into dodgy activity and the rest could be lucky. What are the chances that you’ll be one of those? Slim to none. Their lives look desirable now but a few years down the line, it usually gets sad.

Third is sport. I love sport! And sportsmen 😛 however, the biggest problem with sport is that the peak ages are the ages when we should be in school. There is a lot of passion for sport and a huge reward. Even more than the money, its the recognition people appreciate. Passion is great. Again, I’m about to be quite negative here but do people ever look at the possibility that things may not work out after putting in so many years? A permanent injury? A whole bunch of younger and better players?

Fourth! Being a socialite. Eish. I can’t stress this enough. This is not the country for such. Kim Kardashian got famous off of dating celebrities and her sex tape with Ray J, not even because he’s an A-list celebrity but because his sister is. So I’m asking you now to pick a random Zambian musician, find and date their sibling, make a sex tape and see how far that takes you. Because really, if Kim Kardashian is your inspiration, might as well step into her shoes. I still LOVE all her clothes though. LOL.

Sport is good. So is music, modelling, hustling and all of that. But with education, they are even better. Whether G12, a certificate, a diploma or for the more patient, a degree. Do you really want to be the 35 year old with two kids and a wife in first year because your ‘career’ or ‘hustle’ didn’t work out as planned? Bet you’d never looked at it that way. Time flies. I finished school at 14. I blinked twice, now I’m almost 20.

I have failed many exams in my life and I have had many useless dreams too. But I chose my inspiration correctly. I chose my dad and Shuko. Very educated men, very ambitious and never in a hurry to get rich or show off. So if I ever drop out of school without a qualification, it will be to do more school until I get one… Or more. 🙂

Yours truly,
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