Thoughts at 2AM...
Being up at 2am does not mean you can't sleep. Being up at 2am means it’s just you and your thoughts – to which the only disturbance you can allow is trying to find 165million reasons why it pays to be corrupt in Zimbabwe - and there has never been a better opportunity to be at your creative best. Except maybe if you are a wanker; in which case you can wank your poker – or pokee – into kingdom come at 2am. Maybe there is special skills required for wanking at such a goldenly quiet hour as 2am. But I'm no wanker. I mean, I am a wanker. Just a literal one; not the kind of wanker who is such a menace to mankind that even his father wishes he'd pulled out in time; and his mother wishes she'd had an abortion. There is a serene quietness about the ghetto right now that calms your nerves. You can almost feel - nay - hear Harare breathing the carbon monoxide of the previous day's rigours out of their system - in preparation of the day the new day's new rigours.