Ashley Chimhanda

Harare, Zimbabwe

Blogger/Systems Administrator

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing throughthe phone line like heroin through an addicts veins, an electronic pulse issent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board isfound. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if Ive never met them, never talked tothem, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. Theyre all alike... You bet your ass were all alike... weve been spoon-fed baby food atschool when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slipthrough were pre-chewed and tasteless. Weve been dominated by sadists, orignored by the apath