Who does not dream when they sleep at night? Well that is the greatest gift that one can have when they are asleep.
Just had a dream that stretched about an hour long about my life as a liberation fighter. This started with a march that was organised by the "Opposition" parties to parliament to show out distaste to the ruling party about how they have handled the Marikana debacle. In my province our march is led by Kenny Bafo whom appears to be our provincial chairperson with a "Kofia". The funny part is that the march had to be 10 minutes late because we had to wait for nephew Musi Maiman. Another funny part was that the march had to start in a track field, yes the one like the UWC stadium. We are busy discussing how late our nephew is when he showed up out of nowhere outran us to the Union buildings to deliver our memorandum without other parties.
I had to run behind this guy wearing tight pants when I discovered the best part of the dream: the leader of PAC is Vusi Kunene, the actor. As I grab the microphone from Musi Maiman I found my commander in chief of the Azanian liberation telling me to stop and I qoute "Let me show the national party what war is, the people of Azania declare war against first the national party and the ANC. In this war sizoqala nge national party sibuye nge ANC" suddenly the union buildings are a scene of chaos and gunfire ensues between the people and the defence forces.
I and my four comrades are assigned a small portion of the dying old population of Rondebosch (European descendants) when I had to chase an old men while my commander slits throats of the other white victims. The old man I had to chase him, I said to him "Run or I will have to catch you" the poor thing ran like a cow with a mad cow disease past me a came back and forth. He literally could not run for his own life. My commander caught him and slit his throat in front of my eyes.
Since the commander did all the work he pointed a knife at me and told everyone to smear blood all over ourselves so as to incriminate everyone. My hands are bloodied and I had to carry the knife (murder weapon) due to his command. As we try to run back to the township someone a lady runs to us telling us to wait for her. The commander says we should wait. I argue that we cannot wait for her what if she is a spy. The commander points a gun at us and we wait.
To our surprise the lady had a weapon with her: A camera. She works for SABC and I am angry at the commander for getting us infiltrated. Only to discover that we are surrounded by the SANDF forces with a chopper on top of us. I had to scream to the commander about how he compromised the whole struggle due to his ego.
I said "All you APLA forces are the same no wonder people treat you with distaste and anger, you do not listen to the people that you claim to be fighting for. you keep on telling us that you are Nyomanda Nyomanda look you got us in jail for murder now" I told him that the system uses prostitutes like journalists to further divide us and him of all people should have known.
Before I board a police van I woke up at 04:30 am.
Oh what a lovely dream except for the sight of blood from throatslits. Oh how I would have loved a leader like Vusi Kunene for his great voice and oratory Skills.
