Magreth Nunuhe
I have said it before and I will say it again. People, if you got bookoo money, bookoo cars, bookoo mansions, bookoo clothes and are living among the stars, please do us one favour: lock yourself up so that we don’t have to see you.
We are tired and annoyed that you must splash your moola on your cars’ bonnets and wash that away with Surf while we struggle to put bread on the table.
Even the katate selling oranges and apples at the corner “shop” is tired of our every day, “outere spice, outere onions and outere tamaties.”
Yes, we know some of you came from rags-to-riches and are now rubbing shoulders with the Who’s Who of this world but if you can’t share or show us how you dig your gold so that we can also bring our spade and hoe, please don’t bother us.
We don’t care whether you worked hard for your moola or got it through underhand dealings – just be nice and humble about it, because when you go from riches to rags we will not laugh at you even though “misery loves company”.
Mind you, we are not jealous of your wealth, but some of these rich young chesters are driving the weak at heart to insanity. No wonder some ncinas in the north squandered close to N$2 million of stolen money in five days, imitating attitudes of the “you see me, you see money” bantwans.
You have no idea what it feels like to be poor as a church mouse one day and swimming in a pool of nyuku the next day – and it’s not even one of those mean dreams that bring you back to reality in the morning.
Not even kwaito star, The Dogg’s wise words in the song “Shimaliwa Osatana” would have talked sense into these boys’ nxondos, who went on a shopping spree and held a five-day feast with money that’s not theirs.
And who were the Shebeen Queens and bar patrons not to “keep the change” even though they were being insulted for being “poor”?
Why do you think we avoid shows such as ‘Living with the Kardashians’, ‘Cribs of the Rich and Famous’ or ‘Rich Kids of Beverly Hills’? We can’t relate to people who have never known what it is to zula for taxi money after spending a whole day in town on a hungry stomach looking for a job, or people who have no idea what it is to jump every time the phone rings because the baljou wants to repossess your car or house.
Please, rather bring to our screens exemplary business pioneers, such as tate Indongo and the late tate Pupkewitz so that we can learn how to become rich through sweat and hard work and not fly to Jozzi just to kama have lunch because we can. And if we must win the jackpot, please screen programmes that will teach us how to handle bookoo money so that we don’t become the victims of the “uria ije, unua ije” (what do you eat, what do you drink?) syndrome, where everybody “loves,” you until ‘money do us part’. You know how we roll.
Sorry Ngo!
magreth@newera.com.na