It felt good on some other day, the blessings that came with cheering someone up and hearing a new voice and conversation, angle and tone take place over a quart, noodles and morogo wa dinawa. It is a pity, however, that it remains about the same things. How we end up doing things for our artist friends, knowing that we can trust them; only for them to mess us up and it made me wonder about the numerous times I had been hustled.
For instance, studio politics and hustling has me wounded still and I am so worried about the young gifted minds that are coming out and being lured into the dragon’s cave, which from the outside looks like a gorgeous secret garden entrance. Step inside and you will be swallowed deep into it like a greasy, dark morbid nightmarish labyrinth, with echoes of promises being snickered at by goblin shadows dancing on the wall as the dragon breathes his flames. When Noddy goes Goku-cum-mad hatter-cum-demonic and you have no choice but to succumb.
