Chapter 68

Hard Work Really?

Yes, that is what he told himself on a daily basis, that his work was hard work, he worked harder than everyone else. His food chain position was well-earned, due to his hard work. He agreed with himself that he worked harder than the people digging trenches to expand the fibre optic network. Behind his desk was a hard worker, a very hard worker, and he put his work before friends and family. Smiling down on all from the top the pyramid.


When you enjoy what you do, it is not hard work, but rather a kind  of game play. You live in the moment and the mind has no time to think about the concept of hard work. But you can’t tell the people on top of the food chain anything.

Any way this story is not about the man at the top even though his vanity and ego might force his average brain to think that, this story is about vieome’s book making the news, which of cause would not have being possible without the many visitors to the site, a word of thanks to all.




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I am so sorry to hear about your financial stress and while I am not sure exactly how you plan on changing the world through your art etc… I imagine at some stage there might be a rappers for Africa concert or something like the live band aid em whites did years back. So in that regard I am willing to sponsor you.


billion dollar note

And please take things easy, and if it is easy, take it like a sunday morning.





Please ignore the stupid memes floating around like the following

No I hit it first


Chapter 64

The Xenophobia Parallax

The Zulus arrived in their numbers to collect the head, of Robby Zwinbe. Robbie’s zinc built shack offered no protection, to the Zulu weapons of mass beheadination. He called out to God, even though he knew that in times of mob insanity, the power above sat back to enjoy the horror show. Rob had been the victim of the Murambatsina purge, and subsequently accepted the choice forced on him, a 3 month walk, to the Land of King Arthur.

The thunderous sound of the indunas, brought his shack down around him. As he stood in the pile of rumble, looking into the many blood thirsty eyes around him, one final thought entered his mind.


The newspapers added him to the statistics, Arthur licked meat oil from his fingers, the indunas washed their hands to find empty plates.

And Life

And Life continued to find away….


Chapter 63

#Rhodes Must Fall

He sat in class thinking, that Rhodes must fall. In the back of his scattered mind, he knew that the falling of Rhodes, would do nothing to improve his lot. ”

‘If Rhodes falls, then what?” Said he brain mind to his self mind.
“Then all the other statues must fall! Then all the reminders of Apartheid must fall, including the descendants who benefited from apartheid.” His self mind replied with muted laugh.

“Once they all fall, then we only have ourselves to blame, for our present condition.” The Brain giggled.

The brain mind then opened a filing cupboard, and gravity pulled out the corruption file, which contained a single text message.

Let them concentrate on the fall, while we in corruption… we rise.