Cometh the new year...

And another year grows tired and nears death. it has fought its good fight for some, while many of us might simply cannot wait to see the the arse of 2013 as she stumbles along her last days.

I know most of us have been screwed; screwed by life. Screwed by people we thought were different. Screwed by the people we suspected or knew were only there to screw us. Screwed by government. But then government has always been screwing people since the idea of government was created. That is why there is The Arsenal, and Brandy, and and beer and sex. That is because a person needs somewhere to bury his anger after being screwed. Some people want to bury their rage in a lot of liquids that scald their lips as they cascade down their throats. Others bury their anger in a lot of pussy. It happens. Shit happens.

But it is easy for people to remember the bad days from the 365 days of bliss that we have been granted yet again by the Creator. It is easy because it does not take much for a person to remember pain. That is because we do not wish to experience that kind of physical or emotional terror again. Ever. 

But can we stop for a moment to remember how many of the good moments we had in 2013? All the people we met in this dying year that is ushering us into a brand new ones with all our limbs intact. Even the ones who wanted to screw us and the ones who succeeded in doing so. Our meeting with them was Godsend; because they were a lesson. They taught us how to do things and how not to do them.

But of those we met were blessings; to even the extent of us wondering how on earth we lived before we met them. That is the beauty of this year we are living behind right now. Now we know that Manchester United are just a shit team from the North who lived on the grace of one red-nosed old man whose stranglehold influence on referees was stifling the health of the whole English League.

Lolz. We know a lot of things that 2013 left us; that we are still here as Zimbabweans. Our leaders might still be clueless on how to steer our train back on the right track, but we have shown our resilience by refusing to capitulate under the cosh of meagre salaries, liquidity crunches, and widespread corruption and general economic recession. All these things make us understand better the need for religion. Because some things - like our survival all these years - simply beat all the scope of logic. They have - friend and foe - thrown all they could on us; yet they see us rise, stronger still, to testify that there is a greater power that presides all else. Whether it is Allah, or God, or Jehovah, or Musikavanhu; that is now a question of semantics. Or beliefs. The thing is we do agree there is a greater power.

And now that greater power has taken us thus far; onto the threshold of another year that will have more individuals and corporates who will wish to screw us one. Our government has just declared itself - and us in the process - insolvent. Screwing us even before we have time to celebrate the new year. But still. Its government; what did we expect? But there will be good things. There is the small matter of the World Cup in Brazil. Manure United will continue to be shit at their Old Toilet. There will be more beer, more sex and even more of all the things we love doing. We just need to be there.

Merry Christmas everybody. And here's to another eventful year.