Mudamuli…Mudamuli! How shall I describe you? Your words are feathers that catch their target by surprise because…they sting! And you seem to know the quickest formulae for provocation. Otherwise, are you well? Do tell. You seem to have a special liking for Eggie these days, but let me warn you. He hates surprises. If you want to be his friend, don’t keep making disappearing acts. As for Cucumber, he loves attention. The more you ignore him, the crazier he gets. As for me, I get bored easily, and when I do, I move on to the next exciting thing or person. I don't kwelumya . I like to enjoy life to the fullest without any qualms. Speaking of which, I had a lovely time with a gorgeous lady I met last week, who had the perfect manicure and pedicure. Still, Pepper's the one I want. By the way, who is this Tamzel? Is she your sister? I found her post about me very amusing. How did she know I loved baking? Hmmm. Maybe I should give her a call one of these days and see what happens. C...

To appreciate Michael Jackson, you must try to put yourself in his shoes and see why he was the way he was. People saw Michael Jackson through different lenses. While some viewed him solely through the lens of child molestation allegations and the perception that he bleached his skin out of shame for his race, others recognised him as a legend, a man with human weaknesses like any other. So, I start with the death of Michael Jackson. On January 25, 2009, he was reported dead. I could not believe that the King of Pop could be dead. I first heard the breaking news on Vision Voice from Earnest Wasake a few minutes after 1 a.m. I could not believe that I was the first to break the news to my Mom because she is always on the BBC. But by the time the news of his death came, Mom had already switched off her radio and was asleep. I woke her up and broke the news to her. At that time, there were conflicting reports about MJ’s status. Some stations were saying he was in a critical condition, w...