by Mazuba Mwiinga
Thank
goodness!
Isn’t
social chatting getting locked-up? Like changing a radio transmission signal;
pew it evaporates in thin air? Great isn’t it? Of course it will spare Mark Z from
the tauntingly and embarrassingly shameful discourse of graffiti that get to
the walls from this callous end.
Imagine
reading a post swollen with misspelled thoughts from a teacher, worse still a
journalist who grammatically mislays words like ‘their’ and ‘there’. It’s like a
Ninja movie where you see all the Bruce Lee faces weighing each other;
‘Who are you?’
‘I
am Lee’
‘Lee
who?’
‘John
Lee’
‘Why
are you John Lee?’ – And instantly, its ‘dishi-dishi-dishi’
a fight erupts. Silly isn’t it? But the fear in the grilling made us eye-balls
to the small screens with peace!
Better
than reading the filthiest and acrimoniously sordid updates that appear on
Mark’s innovation. How absurd! But with the new version of venoms just spat,
relief has settled on my shoulders, lest I am mistaken for being one of that
gentleman’s posse. With peace of mind I will enjoy my glass of Cellar Cask with
broad smiles.
What
pinches my nerves however is the mark of the beast; kindly don’t tell this to
my fellow Adventists; mark of the beast scares the hell out of their tongues.
It reminds me of the ghosts in Shakespeare’s play Macbeth. Little did I know
that, those boring deep books I was forced to read by Fr. Carol S.j in high school,
created a third eye in my skull.
It’s
so foolish if you understand my line of folly here, though no prizes for
guessing what I am alluding to. For instance you get to hear and then act based
on what you have heard, how would you define that? Government Inspector or
Merchant of Venice or A Man for All Seasons?
That’s
the reason writers are devils; at least in the context of a Christianity that
interprets the slashing of a pound of fresh from someone laying wreaths on a
tomb just after overnight prayers you piously
attended as being a sign of devout Christianity. Pew!! But if you ask me
where these writers get their powers to foresee, I would say ‘wait a minute’.
Like
Revelations in which John saw the mark of the beast rising from the sea; I too saw
a footage with a man confidently breathing out verity; then I watched a
proclamation beaming out from another head whipping the entire sea with
gluttonous clout. I listened with impeccable attention and then read a verbatim
spread before me of another admission from the same mouth; pray for me none of
these made sense. If it was an audit of accounts, the figures couldn’t tally.
There was a missing link.
Hadn’t
school teach me that one plus one plus one is equal to three? But the footage
and the proclamation and the verbatim didn’t add up. There was a shortage. Was
it an equation for Fear factor? Where, if Y
= Fear + Clout, then Y = …….? Where
are the modern Einsteins?
Shouldn’t
I now believe the character Lucy in the movie Lucy, for saying one plus one is
NOT two, because the only thing that matters in this life is TIME and
everything else is just an illusion? I am scared. Aren’t you? In such moments
the Government Inspector who is said to come incognito messes up workers’ pants
– why? While a man’s silence in A Man for All Seasons, gives the King sleepless
nights – why? And a woman who appears as a man in Merchants of Venice makes the
money lender cry before the jury – why? Isn’t Fear the master sign of
inequities?
In
Julius Caesar’s times as King of Roman Empire, the apostles devised a coded
language to outsmart the King. Shrewdly John contrived the biblical ‘beast’
bearing those three digits which actually meant something so as to go round the
King; but it scares the Adventist like hypothetical hell; isn’t ignorance indeed
not a defence?
The
footage I saw, is it the TIME that Lucy says is all that matters? And the rest
is just fear factor? What am I saying anyway? DAMN…! Was I dreaming? ….kkkkkk
Life evolves…
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