That’s the first thing I want to say; and I know, I used to be one.

I also want to say that this week, I’m learning that it’s no use being carefree and free spirited when other people want to bind you with their burdens and problems. The more fortified your walls, dungeons and such, the better off you are. You can laugh to yourself at inside, and giggle at movies or in writings to be read at Carnagie Hall or some other grand venue; after you’ve fought your battles and collected your taxes, the fruits of your rights and responsibilities, and whatever spoils you can gather of the world’s inequities, greed and selfishness. They, the world, will have had a pound of your flesh, invariably, by the time you catch on, whether or not you are aware enough to be pissed off and vengeful about it, or are still skipping with daffodils and tulips in your hand, barefoot on freshly dewed and felled jacaranda flowers outside your castle walls.

Build a large castle instead, complete with its own enchanted forest or something.

It’s 5.11am. Well before sunrise. I am awake. www.Ngwatilo.com is awake; we are here. It’s not long before sunrise I said. The cock that recently and magically appeared among my father’s hens is doing something I’d rather shout in your ear than attempt to notate: It would be deflated, and I suspect you don’t know how to read it yet.

It’s 5.14am, sunrise is a little closer; look out, you won’t know when it happens, except that suddenly I’ll be visible and you’ll be visible, and I’ll look up at you like I’ve been awake for some time, waiting for you to get some light in your eye, and see me, yes, but see your arm, and your feet and torso also. Then you might say stuff like, “I look grey today,” or “Lookie! biggest goosebumps Ever!” I won’t make you spell “grey” and betray your teacher, or tutors. I will be glad that you looked at yourself some; I’m kinda tired of hearing, “I feel like …” Naturally, I’ll be glad you see me – Ngwatilo, after all, means “to hold on to.” You wouldn’t nullify my name, and therefore me, by refusing to hold me, well, call it www.ngwatilo.com?

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It’s 5.19am. I’m making an strategic plan with which to meet visibility; what are you going to do when the sun rises?

NB: Ngwatilo.com live’s baby. We LIVE!
Sincerely,

Ngwatilo