I haven’t cried for you…

I haven’t cried for you, I haven’t shed a single salty tear. I haven’t spent nights curled up on the floor, With my own whimpers piercing through my ears. I haven’t cried for you, Not for a moment, not a single day. But not because my heart didn’t break Not because I didn’t care, Not…

It takes a special type of evil.

Recently, I attended a beauty contest. One of the contestants was asked a question about how to curb rape and violence towards women. Her response started with how women should dress more modestly; wear less revealing clothes etc. My blood began to boil.

Stop death’s vulture!

Allow me to talk about a disgusting and yet very common phenomenon in Namibia, PROPERTY GRABBING! This has become such a common practice that it’s hardly ever reported on in the media anymore. We, as a Namibian people have become so desensitised to it that it’s become the norm. Today, I hope to change that. I plan to remind you of the terrible effects this phenomenon has on the bereaved immediate family.

Are you a father?

I often find myself wondering how many men with children are truly fathers. Let me be clear, merely making a woman pregnant does not make you a father; it merely makes you a man with a child.