chasin em jones's,…
Some folks wonder the point of these complicated essays. The point is it is all dearly special. Every ray of light in our day, the difference of days in amidst the year. The amount of time we have to express our love for the people in our lives.
As we are in Gemini this month of eclipses, the themes tend towards siblings, neighbours, peers and colleagues, communications and transport mechanisms. This is proverbial known as 'the bandwagon'. Getting caught up along with 'the bandwagon' can be one heck of a ride. Come what may, various said band wagons pass these ways. Historically Hillcrest for instance, just a one-stop town under another big hill on the way to Pietermaritsburg, on the way to Egoli, the city of gold, Johannes’s-burg.
As we strive every day for what we know not, happiness, a good show, more money? As the last reveling observers leave the comrades road side. There is really nothing much to watch as trucks traffic goods to Egoli and back. Lets just all idly roll around a worship gold then? One letter apart from God. L for Lie, being the intruding letter. What security did Gold offer Johannes’s-burg? Geminian neighbours are very quick to lust after your goods and loot you of your lolly. If one stretches time out and uses the comrades day and route as metaphor for the great carving of the road to Johannesburg, we may as well be hanging around on the road side after a comrades marathon advertising Nike trainers. The fact that the race is factually over in this metaphor is even further comedy flying in our apparently adult faces. Fact of the matter here is that the Boers have been robbed just as the Zulus are in the process of being robbed. Literally stolen from. All the whilst we stand around cheering the thing on. Folks left standing staring at the gormlessness of the process as the ANC drive us back into a racist hell. The media secrecy bill is this eclipse in Gemini to the letter. Cutting out communications to the people. The captain of the ship wants none of the shipmates to know the condition of the hull. Who could be a happy sailor in these conditions, even if a ship of fools!? Must be one hell of a party for everyone to just be ignoring the reality. We are definitely not in Rome, lets keep our heads on about this all shall we. Do take care.
