Going ... Rogue!

As I said, I do not like people, so, of course, it was inevitable that, two nights ago, I had a falling out with obert when the little cretin decided that the money I had given to him when I had met him at the train station on my way to wynberg , for food, for us, was better used for himself, and I almost threw him off the mountain. Yesterday, there fore, when vinnie, as we sat in his house working on an order, asked me if I was not fed up with the mountain -what with the circus act I find myself being as far as the idiot women are concerned- I plainly replied I WAS. Up to my neck!Then, of course, he brought up the staying in masiphumelele, issue, and pointed out it was the month end, and that I could get a room of my own, and have my own set of keys, and live independently... . then he asked if I would not mind,  just in case, giving him the details of my next of kin, in Zimbabwe, and he brought out his laptop, and asked me to type it in a word document.
Very aware of the irony of it, I nevertheless did it, and this is what I wrote:-

Document Name: Prince Wemugomo("Wemugomo" means "Of the mountain")

Name:- Prince Mutasa
D.O.B.:- 11-March-1982
Nationality:- Zimbabwean
Home Address:- 17701 New Cranborne, Harare
Alternative address:- 30 Hoffman St, Mambo T/ship, Gweru
Next of kin:- Artwell Thaddeus Mashora Mutasa
(That actually IS my father's full name:- he dropped the Mutasa bit after he retired from the army, and discouraged us from using it, but, well, I find it less demeaning than 'Mashora' which means, among other things, being looked down on)

So, as I wrote THAT last part, I felt the weirdness that means I have gone totally, iconoclastically, and unreversible... over the edge... and so, because I have One that seems to pop in in these circumstances and give the green light when I wonder whether what I am thinking about is actually within His scope; I waited.
Tense, and going more and more agitated with each pasing minute. Would have gone to wynberg but when the... intelligent... chick decided to show up and check up on me, I not only summarily rejected her at that moment -I do not think it is possible that I would ever have a civil word to say to her, not after all this bitterness that she , and her friend, have evoked in me- but I decided not to play her game, ever again.So, I did not go.
And as I later climbed the mountain, this song, by misty-n-roots, which LP album I used to play at home, started echoing in my head, and decided me that it was OK for me to take a page out of the book of christ, and do as he did with his father, and go... rogue.
I decided i would become the son-of-man, because of it. it was inevitable, of course:-

Forward, out of this armageddon
stepping forward, stepping out of babylon
are we forward, out of this armageddon...

All this brain washing
me tell the bandits, we are suffering
how can I sing my father's song again
in this, a strange land?

I had to ask myself how I could possibly, ever again, go and make peace with people that I have been trying to get over for the past six years, and i found that , if it means taking apart the whole world simply so that THAT does not happen, then so be it. I hate the mountain life, of course, and I KNOW that going to stay among people would only exacerbate the anguish I feel already, and while I am not going to overtly DO anything, I am however invoking the release clause that is exclusively MINE in cases like this.
I am saying that THIS will not happen, that I and my father be reconciled. I am saying that what will happen instead is that i will take over the world, and call that which is mine to myself, and do away with the rest.
That means all of you, and that means i will be soon done with this heavy load, and have no more need for ... talk.
because I CAN close, and none shall open, and open, and none shall shut.
consider therefore that what I said is CLOSED is just that, closed, and what I said is open, IS as I said.
Now, who the fuck will fight against THAT?
OK, then, maybe with the 'women' I may have been too hasty, but then, unless THEY show me waht they are thinking, I am not really sure where I stand, right?
I mean, if the five are THE five, then, since I am so weary of all this, I will admit defeat and just let them have their own way;- i am too tired to fight them or even get seriously pissed off against them anymore. Besides, I have no interest in looking elsewhere. MY doors in that direction are shut.
Sealed, barred and forever locked.
provided they somehow haul ass before I act.
Ok, then, so maybe that chick with brains was just wondering if it WAS me she had seen, since i was attired differently than I normally am. maybe she was not even trying to yank my chain!