Today is day 11 of 25 Days of Christmas, one post everyday celebrating the best of 2018 #2018BOTY
This year was should be the year I would have bought my best phone ever then even done an unboxing video and full on interactive review made for a VR Box in 360 degrees
but you know what they say
Man Plans, and God Laughs
Chess with God
A stranger in need decided their need for my laptop was greater than mine and that it would be better if they and not me possessed it. If only they had given me a warning then I would have backed up all the words that called my laptop home, and also my external hard drive.
And just when I was wondering what else could possibly go wrong, my phone decided to tap out, lights out, knock knock, no one is home.
A moment of silence to all the drafts you will never read
My current replacements are like those biscuit spare tyres that you are supposed only supposed to use until you get to the nearest tyre dealer and those are supposed to be a blogger’s best friends next to a whole lot of internet.
While I was writing this, I was busy trying to figure out what my best purchase for the year was and I have it. The best thing I bought cost me fifty cent bond coin. I bought it from a lady who sold odd assortments, at an illegal fleamarket stall in downtown Harare.
A hair scrunchie thingie, I dont know its has a real name.
Initially she quoted me a ridiculous amount of money stressing how it was made of strong, durable, elastic material but as I walked away she kept dropping the price until she said;
“Just give me whatever you have.”
All I had, was a fifty cent coin and she said that was exactly enough for her busfare home and she would accept it, since business was slow and she had not sold a single item all day.
Its an interesting thing this elastic hairband thing (again what is the word for this stretchy oddity? Please help)
I bought it at the beginning of the year and have worn it more as an arm ornament than as a hair securing device.
I really would not mind buying another exactly like this but the government cracked the whip on vendors after the Cholera outbreak in attempt to bring sanity in the streets, and have no way of finding the person who sold me this particular one. I have seen many others but they dont quite feel like this one does, some too stretchy others not stretchy enough; this one just right.
I have really long hair, and sometimes it gets all up in my face, or an errant strand brushes up on the nape of my neck, like some sinister serpent slithering around my neck and startling me; (I really do not like snakes I have a very rational fear that people get bitten and they die. Perfectly reasonable, possible, probable, & inevitable……) and still I wear my hair band as an armlet except for when I really need my hair tamed behind my head like when cooking or eating especially burgers or brushing teeth and other things
Whats a hair band for but an excuse to simply flaunt your hair.
~B
Becoming The Muse 
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