Sometimes I just feel like clawing peoples eyes out.
Unofficial
and unannounced visits
Please don’t get me wrong_ I am not a relative hater. I just find it extremely annoying when people just pitch up at the house unannounced. You would think someone would have the decency to show up at Godly hours but au contraire; people will choose to show up before 7am or after midnight. Who does that? Back home; I live in a 3 bed roomed house and that is SMALL mind you. In the good ol’ days_ mum would make one of us give up their bed for the visitor and get the “luxury” mattress on the floor in the still available room.
Now that we are grown; and some of my relatives are dubious characters_ Mum just fixes them up a temporary bed in the lounge as my sisters are adamant on leaving their rooms.
Apparently; I am no longer entitled to any room in the house. I’m now the visitor; in my own mother's house..CHAI!!
Snide remarks on social networks
This is an epidemic among
women. Ladies, asi chii nhai? Remarks such as:
“Ende diaspora iri kukubvuma wena”
“Uchiri wakanaka but matama ayo”
“Good living ka iyi ascana”
You’ve uploaded a great
pic and someone just has to spoil it with a smart remark. I am not chubby in
any sense; and I don’t have the model kind of body because Im 5 5” and I weigh below 55kgs. I’m quite
petite. One remark concerning weight can derail your day.
However; I have devised a way of avoiding these haters; “Unfriend” on facebook and “unfollow” on twitter. Only my girls are allowed to comment on weight related issues as this is our thing. Plus; they know exactly what to say without hurting my feelings. So unless you are in this circle; save your comments.
However; I have devised a way of avoiding these haters; “Unfriend” on facebook and “unfollow” on twitter. Only my girls are allowed to comment on weight related issues as this is our thing. Plus; they know exactly what to say without hurting my feelings. So unless you are in this circle; save your comments.
Borrowing money that they will not give you back
We all know; if you are in the Diaspora lending people money is a big No-No. The moment you lend someone money; you might as well include that on your bad debts at the end of the month. I would really appreciate it if people were honest enough to let me know right from the start: "I am sorry I will not be able to pay you back. Thank you for your help."
That way; I can check to see if I can afford to cater for these Bad Debts.
I have really good friends
and when one of us is low instead of giving her money_ we will pay for all her
needs on that day. A great way to avoid any money related fiasco and ruining our friendship over
a few dollars.
Make up Disasters
I’m not the fashion guru myself but I’d like to believe I pull off most looks without coming across as a clown. How does one wake up; apply a ton of make up on everyday and end the day looking like a ton of shit? I am not a makeup hater; but if one ends up looking like theirs was done at Clown academy; it is a cause for concern. I shan’t comment on clothes; apparently this is a very touchy subject but shiny animal print leggings during the day? Really?
A girl should be two things; classy and fabulous_ Coco Chanel
Looking good never hurts.
I will digress a bit
Last night
I had the chance to check out the prospective Miss Zimbabwe's. Miss Zimbabwe 2012 contestants Leave A Lot To Be Desired . I wish I were in the country at the moment. I would attend the show and see this “wonder” for myself. Is this true or is this a prank?
You can also check them out here
You can also check them out here
Being too involved
Of late;
I’ve realized the people I can confide in are not Zimbabwean. Not that I’m not
a true sister; but I prefer telling my issues to either “the Mr.” or my
confidantes. Somehow telling one Zimbabwean is as good as telling all 3000 of
them. Yes I said it _ makuhwa too
much. Everyone just wants to be involved way too much; and not for the purpose
of helping but to gloat over your misfortune. So, to save myself the hussle; do not tell anyone anything!
Please don't get me wrong; I LOVE ZIMBABWEANS. These people rock but truth be said; havana (hatina)ma boundaries.
My countrymen just do not know when to stop.



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