It’s 6.30 am. I’m on a flight to Durban three days before the New Year opens its eyes and wakes up from its little nap. While it was sleeping, the world was in turmoil and there are buckets full of souls counting on 2010 to blow some smoke up their no frills attached due to economic crisis, skirts. I just hope it’s well rested because it’s got some serious expectations to deal with. People are walking around all optimistic. I think we have a ways to go.
The truth is, the system is in place and security guards and librarians are holed up and living it and struggling to survive in it. So, I’ve decided to try and not blow up the system. Sure we need some revolutionary change, but will that happened by my sullied, grumbling sword? Who knows? What I do know is that I’m sorry. I did not mean to take apart peoples lives. I was really just enjoying a moment of I told you so’s and got carried away with the idealistic notion of a world with no banks.
So 2010, here’s to you. May someone write a song about you with lyrics like; “Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end”. And if the rest of the world demands some smoke up its ass, I will gladly help you light one up and puff away for the sake of my human team.