You Bastard!

Written around: March to June 2021 The background: The story I usually don’t like telling: That there are people who don't want me around, became very evident to me since the time my Application for Professorship was first considered at Faculty Sub-ASAC in August 2018. The sources of points (earned or achieved) that I had claimed in my application became obvious to everyone and immediately some colleagues shamelessly started to question my credentials and credibility, with the sole aim to hinder my academic movements. I was removed from Headship (in an extremely influenced, unfair and prejudiced Departmental Meeting on August 31st, 2018) after just one-term (this had happened for the first and only time, at least since I joined NUL in 2003). That too, after a number of...

You stabbed me in the back. You couldn't look at what you had done so you covered up my face. I didn't exist to you anymore. It was easy for you because you have done this before. Don't you know me at all? Suffering is where I flourish. Don't get me wrong, this was hard, the hardest but where is the glory doing what is easy? I just sat in the pain. I learned from it. I grew, alot. You couldn't even say her name. You couldn't tell the truth. You ran away like a squirrel. You simply started over and got along like we never were. Your ability to compartmentalize is frightening, not to be confused with strength. I was in agony. I had to of been close to dying. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I pleaded with God, I begged, sobbing and shouting, you will never know what that was like. I wasn't...

Dad, I've tried so many times to write this letter and had to stop because I get filled with rage every time. Fathers are supposed to be there to protect their children not torture them. My earliest memory I have of your torture is when I was 3. You threw me down the stairs because I called mom a bitch. A word I heard you call her a million times but for whatever reason it was wrong when I said it. Lucky or unlucky for me, mom was there to patch me up. Then at age 5, you gave me a six pack of beer for my birthday present and told me to drink it or else. Well I remembered what happened when I was 3 so of course I tried to drink the entire 6 pack. I ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. The one thing I did enjoy about that day was that the beer made me numb to the...

Mr Makwarela today marks the 2nd Father's day without our father that you brutally murdered Our hearts are in pain. My mother is trying to be strong for us as a family but she cries herself to sleep every single night. My father had four daughters and two boyz that today are real left without a dad all because of your actions. We see you roaming around the streets every now and again. Because the justice system has failed us as a family and you feel that you have won. Well FYI you haven't won. My father once told us( ni songo di lifhedzela nndwa asi yanu neani mbiti dza murena tshifhinga) do not avenge for yourself. When GOD avenge for us u wont know what hit you. My father's grandchildren keeps on asking us when will grandpa come back and with teary eyes we tell them he is...