Kabuda
Elder Lister
So in my Line of work,I have come to meet these two South African jungus.
Now don't get me wrong.
Over the years since I've been working and residing in the UK, I've met and befriended characters from many nationalities.
And just when I thought I had seen it all, I happen upon this two South African jungus.
In the 90s, there was we African immigrants that arrived in the UK because we didn't need a visa .
There was the Kenyans,the Ghanaians, the Ugandans, Tanzanians, the Namibians, and generally most of all African nationals that didn't require a visa save for the Naijas and walalos to enter into the UK.
You register with a university and you're good to go!
You clear uni and thankfully, you were guaranteed residential status as long as you could provide evidence that you could get a full-time job!
Easy peasy!....
But that was the Nineties and early 2000s..
And then came the economic crisis of the late 2000s
Britain has only recently recovered but the consequences had a far more reaching effect with the economies of Southern African countries especially South Africa and Zimbabwe.
And so most of the jungus from the South, being the conniving,white supremacist and entitled twats they are , they immigrated to the West.
Most did it in the early days soon after Mandela was sworn in but the wealthiest of them all sat it out and waited.
These are the ones who own tracts of land measuring in the thousands of square miles etc...
Majuzi, my line of work has aligned me with such a jungu.
To look at him, he fits right in with the rest of the British jungus.
And then he opens his mouth and his accent betrays him.
The Brits hate anyone who thinks that they are better than the other.
In Britain, you work anywhere and you will never tell the difference between the management, the employee or the cleaning staff. Shyte! .... you can't even tell the difference between the owner and the cleaner!
Everyone wears uniform and eats the same food at the canteen.
And then comes the wakoloni type jungus from Africa.
And these are top of the cream 'karen lifestyle' jungus who have been chased out of Africa.
And now they get to the UK and suddenly they come to the realisation that they are not 'top dog' anymore!
The ordinary Brit hatambui class and everyone is equal under the law.
Hapo ndiyo they result to factory settings and before you know it, the same jungus who in Africa you would have never met or interacted with, they soon become your best friend even speaking Swahili to you and inviting you to their barbecues!...
My new south African jungu friend owns farms in zims, Zambia and Namibia.
He showed me photos of his ranches in Mozambique and him on a fishing trip in lake turkana!
Alafu now he is working besides me in the UK!
Hapo ndiyo unajua maisha ni mduara!
In life nothing is guaranteed!
Nothing.
Now don't get me wrong.
Over the years since I've been working and residing in the UK, I've met and befriended characters from many nationalities.
And just when I thought I had seen it all, I happen upon this two South African jungus.
In the 90s, there was we African immigrants that arrived in the UK because we didn't need a visa .
There was the Kenyans,the Ghanaians, the Ugandans, Tanzanians, the Namibians, and generally most of all African nationals that didn't require a visa save for the Naijas and walalos to enter into the UK.
You register with a university and you're good to go!
You clear uni and thankfully, you were guaranteed residential status as long as you could provide evidence that you could get a full-time job!
Easy peasy!....
But that was the Nineties and early 2000s..
And then came the economic crisis of the late 2000s
Britain has only recently recovered but the consequences had a far more reaching effect with the economies of Southern African countries especially South Africa and Zimbabwe.
And so most of the jungus from the South, being the conniving,white supremacist and entitled twats they are , they immigrated to the West.
Most did it in the early days soon after Mandela was sworn in but the wealthiest of them all sat it out and waited.
These are the ones who own tracts of land measuring in the thousands of square miles etc...
Majuzi, my line of work has aligned me with such a jungu.
To look at him, he fits right in with the rest of the British jungus.
And then he opens his mouth and his accent betrays him.
The Brits hate anyone who thinks that they are better than the other.
In Britain, you work anywhere and you will never tell the difference between the management, the employee or the cleaning staff. Shyte! .... you can't even tell the difference between the owner and the cleaner!
Everyone wears uniform and eats the same food at the canteen.
And then comes the wakoloni type jungus from Africa.
And these are top of the cream 'karen lifestyle' jungus who have been chased out of Africa.
And now they get to the UK and suddenly they come to the realisation that they are not 'top dog' anymore!
The ordinary Brit hatambui class and everyone is equal under the law.
Hapo ndiyo they result to factory settings and before you know it, the same jungus who in Africa you would have never met or interacted with, they soon become your best friend even speaking Swahili to you and inviting you to their barbecues!...
My new south African jungu friend owns farms in zims, Zambia and Namibia.
He showed me photos of his ranches in Mozambique and him on a fishing trip in lake turkana!
Alafu now he is working besides me in the UK!
Hapo ndiyo unajua maisha ni mduara!
In life nothing is guaranteed!
Nothing.
