Mzukhology

“…The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman with beautiful legs…” - Marlene Dietrich Ms Marlene was right, our sisters need to stop painting us with the same brush. A brush dipped in the in the pain of their past, dripping with blood from her own bleeding heart. 💔 Don’t get me wrong, I am not undermining the movement, yes by all mean #Men_are_Trash. Don’t worry, I won’t say noTatakho. But I will say this, Have you recognised how there is a bin in your kitchen, then there is that big black one outside, then you pass by a few on the street, then may you have a tiny one in your office. Now imagine the ratio of bin to all the other objects in the world. You have microwaves, kettles, TVz, computers, beds, mirrors, sofaz. Sorry, but jah “…not sonke…” [>>>RUNs>>>] 👀 Just for the record, I am one. But please don’t punish the gentlemen on my doing. Wipe those tears, Chivalry is alive and he is coming for you. A man who

"... iCheap(a) ..." A name given to me by my own people. My own people have left the curved ion in the fire. It sat there together with the charcoal, the roasted mielies and baked potatoes. Over the fire is the most beautiful chaos one could lay his ears upon, an orchestra at the fire place. This was no ordinary noise. This noise was organized and in perfect harmony. The noise was made of chit-chat and laughter, then right in-between all of that was a thin sheet of gossip. The gossip had mt name stripped on its back, carrying it from person to person across the fire. "...Oh, elo cheap(a)..." Was the theme of the night. In this particular night, the red sizzling branding iron rod was taken out of the fire and placed on my beautiful fat ass: "...Hhhhlii..." Now, i too walk with the curse of my father before me. I walk with a scar of iCheap(a) on my behind. "...if only i was a fly..." I wished... I wished i could fly the