If you were having coffee with me I would as always be happy to have you join along, put your feet up whats been going on?
I am feeling a bit cheated, I recently realized that one of the first songs I could rap along to word for word, Gangster’s Paradise by Coolio from back in 1995 was not only composed by Stevie Wonder but strongly sampled Stevie Wonder’s 1976 hit Pastime Paradise. I mean if it was a class assignment and put through TurnItIn to check for originality it would fail.
And to imagine I grew up giving lyrical prowess props to Coolio cause of the Gangster’s Paradise Song. I even bought a magazine with the lyrics so I could learn them and be the cool kid doing the rap while the others kept the tempo by banging on the desk. How times have changed people just Google and *boom* everybody knows the words….
If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you how we now live in a world of information overload and it’s weird that it’s the not so factual stuff that spreads like a veld fire before the truth. Last week it was confirmed by postmortem that a COVID fatality in Kwekwe had the B1617.2 strain first identified in India. The news was spreading like veld fire that another lockdown was looming and then that it was only a localized one for Kwekwe and then conflicting reports on exactly whats going till the government officially announced a two week localised lockdown for Kwekwe district
During a chat with a cousin who lives in Kwekwe, I was asking what was happening on the ground and they were like we are even reading this on social media, just like you, that this is what’s happening. Even expressed a bit of shock their small town would be subject to a lockdown as if it had an airport in it for someone to come to India from… “Touche” I said at the point they had made.
Now every time I cough I am looking at myself suspiciously like hmmmm it better just be a common cold… Then I begin to morbidly wonder if the world would even miss me, a few words spoken over a hole in the ground and hands throwing dust to dust and into the hole ye goes… Once upon a time, I read something along the lines of how the weight of a tombstone shows what a dead person’s relatives really think of them….
The logic is that a heavy tombstone is to make sure the dead cannot rise out from the grave you see… Rest In Peace.. no Zombie stuff…
I was just thinking about how at the funeral of former president Robert Mugabe, concrete was poured into his grave, like someone really wanted to make sure, he did not come back… And some are trying to dig him right back…
If you haven’t checked out a previous article on Coffee With The Scepter Spectacle…. Because Robert Mugabe’s widow Grace has been served a judgement from the traditional court of Zvimba Chief Stanley Mhondoro, fining Grace, 5 cows and a goat, and ordering her to exhume and rebury the former president at Heroes Acre in Harare by July 1, 2021.
Meanwhile Grace Mugabe who did not attend the traditional attend court has been in Singapore for more than a year and is not expected to return soon… well, what weird times we live right.
If you were having coffee with I would tell you that its time to unveil the statue of Mbuya Nehanda’s grand erection… I may have snorted out my coffee when I thought that, I wonder if Mbuya Nehanda forecasted this is how her bones would rise…
Oh back to the living and I met a couple of bloggers and got a couple of photos taken, its always fun and inspiring remembering that there a real people behind those user names and blogs and putting voices to faces and names…
But of course next weekend am waiting for the Afrobloggers Virtual May Meetup as we say goodbye to month in whats become a tradition in the blogging community.
So whats been going on in your neck of the woods ?
~B
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