Being (un-) Swazi
It’s only just over three months into the New Year and I think I might have already committed one of the biggest undocumented crimes of my motherland. Yep! Probably high up there next to treason, blasphemy, not tithing and refusing your Holy Spirit drunk Jericho Christian Church member husband sex. You would think he’d want to come home to a well-deserved rest after an all-night session of duracell bunny powered non-stop jogging in a circle, growling at the top of his voice punctuated only by incomprehensible murmurs of bible verse recitals and spitting mucus-laden saliva! Anyway back to me. As the New Year’s resolutions making tournament kicked in at the beginning of 2013, I joined the bandwagon for the first time in years and jotted this one as my first priority and March 31, 2013 as the deadline 1). “Refrain from being un-Swazi”. Don’t ask. But I had a plan you see – I would start with the simplest of things, those things that would make me Swazi or is it ‘more Swazi