I am someone's brother, even though I am a Rasta guy as well.
It has been a long time since I last logged on and I apologise to all those who have become regular readers.
The dawn of the Millenium approaches and I am yet to come across the Zimbabwean Rastafarian who has concrete plans to travel to Ethiopia. I am pleased to note that there greater efforts collectively to revive those of our institutions that we had begun to build as a community- despite our country’s continued slide towards the precipice. Every one else is working towards a post-Mugabe era, there is no reason why we shouldn’t.
One of my sisters ran in to my ex at some car sales firm, where she is the receptionist. They exchanged pleasantries, of course. My sister has friends at this same firm, and naturally they asked where she knew their receptionist from. One of these friends mentioned it to the boss that the receptionist used to be my sister’s sister-in-law. “No, that can’t be,” he said. “I heard she was married to this Rastafarian guy, but it did not work out.” This is the typical Zimbabwean mentality-this Rastafarian guy could not possibly be anyone’s brother…… Well, I could not be anyone’s in-law either. Food for thought next time someone brings up the subject of racism.
Rastafari Blessings to you all.