Mfundi wanted Kenneth Mashaba out of the 16 fired actors.
Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo
Contrary to what many people may have envisaged, Generations embattled boss, Mfundi Vundla has revealed for the first time that he wanted only Kenneth Mashaba from the group of 16 fired actors back on the show.
Vundla, who shocked many people when he fired the striking actors who have since been termed as “the Generations 16” or “the drama queens” told Drum magazine he was only interested in Seputla Sebogodi and no one else.
“He (Seputla) is the only one I wanted from the group- I wasn’t interested in anyone else.
“I never approached any of the actors to come back. I only had discussions with Seputla’s manager,” he was quoted as saying.
Just before the Generations strike that got everyone talking, Seputla was only a few months back on the show following his departure in 2011. We just have to keep watching, everything is possible in this industry. One day Seputla might be back, as he did last time.
Tilo: What I don’t like about social media.
This might come as a shock to many people but I’m not a fan of social media, this despite the fact that I have close to 20 social media platforms. I don’t know. Perhaps I’m confused but what I know is that I indulge in social media on my terms and conditions even though my T & C are violated every day.
- I think I’m educated enough to know that a question mark [?] implies that a statement it’s a question. I find it offensive when a person sends me dozens of [???????]. I think one would suffice.
- WhatsApp has this feature, ‘last seen’. Suppose you sent me a message at 10:30 and when you check my profile, it tells you that I was last on WhatsApp at 10:27; common sense should tell you that I haven’t seen your message YET. No need for harassment with messages like “Are you ignoring me?”
- I seldom start a conversation on WhatsApp because I can’t keep up with it.
- Since this year, I had only two posts with justifiable tags. I don’t like it when people tag me for no reason even though I never and will never untag myself.
- I hate BEEP facebook notifications on my phone; and that’s the reason I refrain from commenting on my friends’ posts that are likely to get me a lot of follow up notifications. A ‘like’ is always a safe option.
- BBM has these features “D” for delivery and “R” for read. If you sent me a message and it only shows a [D], it means the message has been delivered but I haven’t read it. So, I don’t understand why I have to receive endless ‘Pings’.
Skeem Saam: T’bos should face the missing condom debacle.
Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo
Thabo Maputla is certainly the product of cheese and yoghurt. In simple language, the boy has been spoilt by his parents who, time and again, have failed to call him to order. To some certain extend, the Maputla’s are to be blamed for T’bos wild and unacceptable manners.
Who, in their right minds, allow their teenage kid to bring a girlfriend in their house in a broad day light? From the beginning, Meikie has supported the idea of T’bos taking Mapitsi to matric dance as his date. She even sponsored the elegant dress Mapitsi wore.
The truth is the Maputlas support T’bos in his childish games and not only verbally, but they are also willing to provide financial assistance. Because of that, T’bos will never learn a tough lesson.
Mr TV Police has noted that Meikie and John are not prepared to teach their son what is wrong and right in a meaningful way, therefore he has taken it upon himself to lambast T’bos and also to call him to order.
- Dear T’bos, blaming Leeto for failing to be a good role model to you won’t make your own personal problems go away. As far as I could ascertain, it wasn’t Leeto who was prosecuted for the killing of Ben Kunutu.
- Leeto is single and has no child to call him ‘daddy.’ Even if he decides it’s about time to be a father, I’ll congratulate him. He’s 25 years old. But for now, he’s certainly not the one with the possibility of being a teenage daddy to two children.
- Leeto is the black sheep of the family. He does almost everything for and by himself because he feels alienated. He’s a huge contrast to your childish grumpiness.
- Unlike you, Leeto knows that there’s no Meikie or John who would come to his rescue.
- Lastly, you are directing your anger to the wrong person. Instead, you should be blaming Meikie and John for spoiling you and also for shying away to bring you to order.
Skeem Saam is on SABC 1 at 20:00 from Monday to Friday.
The Generations saga: Winners and Losers.
Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo
It started out as a joke and then escalated to something serious but now it’s a sad reality we have to live with for two months or for the rest of our lives.
As the lady in the Generations is out and Skeem Saam is in advert mockingly said, the storylines of drama queens are things of the past; and the underpinning message of the statement, as analyzed by A re di fefere is none other than we may never see again on Generations actors such as Sophie Ndaba, Nambitha Mpumlwana, Katlego Danke, Menzi Ngubane and Mandla Gaduka who have since been labeled drama queens.
That’s true, unfortunately. Although A re di fefere cannot pre-empt the outcome of the labour court, but as things stand, Mfundi is set to roll the cameras with none of the old cast members who embarked on a strike. That only means it is history with Zenande Mfenyane, Zolisa Xaluva, Silindile Nodangala, Seputla Sebogodi, Patrick Shai and Zikhona Sodlaka inter alia on Generations.
The Generations saga has impacted many stake holders differently. A re di fefere lists the winners and losers in the whole debacle.
Who are the winners?
Skeem Saam and the prestigious time slot
Winnie Serite and team at Skeem Saam are the biggest winners. Even people who bothered not to pay attention to the news of Skeem Saam’s return to SABC 1 are now aware of the fact that the programme is back on the small screens.
Even much better, Skeem Saam is set to move to the prestigious 20:00 time slot for a period of two months. Although it is yet to be tested whether a new kid on the block can garner more viewership than Generations, but one thing for sure is that Skeem Saam will definitely rise above the three million mark the show currently enjoys at the 18:30 slot whilst facing a stiff competition from e-tv rival soapie, Rhythm City.
Muvhango crosses over to SABC 3
Duma ka Ndlovu too has a reason to celebrate. His brain child, Muvhango is set to enjoy more air play thus making it the first soapie on SABC to play 4 times a day (3 repeats and 1 first run).
The SABC has announced that Muvhango will cross over the channel border to SABC 3 and stand in for Generations repeats every weekday at 10:30; and yes, another great opportunity for Muvhango to increase brand visibility across all the SABC’s three free to air channels.
Rhythm City to reclaim viewership
Skeem Saam is bad news to Rhythm City. The e-tv no 2 soapie lost over 1 million viewers to Skeem Saam a few months ago. News that Skeem Saam is temporarily moving to the 8 PM slot might be a good thing for the struggling soapie that has recently lost the omnibus privilege to the sister soapie, Scandal!
Who are the losers?
Although Mfundi Vundla cannot publicly agitate for fans not to watch Skeem Saam, but the embattled producer is probably praying for the Turfloop based soapie not to reach the viewership of over seven million. Should Skeem Saam perform way better than Generations, of which I doubt, Mfundi runs a risk of losing the 8 PM slot.
Actors
Although the 16 fired actors are correct in their quest to fight for fair labour practice in the entertainment industry, but for now they are losers with no income to pay bills. At least while reporting for duty at Henley Studios Zenande had over R20 000 to sustain her until the next pay day but now it’s a completely different story.
SABC
The SABC cash cow is off air for two months. It’s not rocket science; one would be safe to argue that the public broadcaster will lose few millions in advertising. The Skeem Saam advertising rate is almost certainly not the same as that of Generations that has been on air for over two decades.
Although Muvhango is set to replace Generations on SABC 3, a commercial channel targeting white viewers and better blacks, I would give credit to Muvhango if the soapie attracts more advertisers. Although the SABC will win any way from the Muvhango repeats, because by nature repeats are cheap to broadcast due to economies of scale, but the SABC would not be making enough money as it used to make when Generations was occupying the slot.
But of course one cannot mention advertising without saying a word about viewership. Should e-tv and DSTV channels materialize on the fall of Generations, SABC then runs a risk of losing viewers to competition.
Exclusive: He used to date girls but he’s now a gay prostitute.
Based in Johannesburg, *Mr Big claims to give the best sex ever with his 22 cm tool. But ladies, don’t get too excited; Mr Big only gets down with gays and charges R300 (a round) for his erotic service.
Whilst A re di fefere was conducting a research on homosexual prostitution, we came across his advert on a gay dating site. Curiosity got the better of us. We decided to contact him for more information about the sexual services he offers his clients.
He’s very prompt. In less than 10 minutes he responded back to our inquiry. He’s willing to talk to us only on a condition that we pay him plus we protect his identity. Agreed, we are not going to ask his name nor plead with him to provide a picture.
Mr Big also asks that we deposit at least ten per cent of the agreed price through the Shoprite money market counter and thereafter send him the details via a business email. This is to ensure that everything remains discreet and we never get to know Mr Big’s details.
“I don’t date gays. I only sleep with them in exchange for cash. Look at it this way, I run a business and gays contact me for sex. They do so willingly. We agree there’s no strings attached.
“I charge R300 a round, R250 for two rounds and R200 for three rounds. I only take up to 3 rounds. Alternatively we can have a full day/night service at a cost of R1000,” explained Mr Big.
Although Mr Big is certain of R1000 following a long night sexual service, however he told us that he seldom takes the all night offers because they pay less compared to one rounds that could give him about R1 500 with 5 different clients.
He also confirmed to A re di fefere that he has a very high sex drive and uses special pills to complement his libido.
“One of my regular clients once told me that what he likes about me is that I’m not a quickie. He really has no complains about the money he pays me because I provide him with the best sex. He tips me on a casual basis.
“You’ll be surprised to find out how many gay men are out there. Experience has taught me that some men marry because culture dictates that they should take a wife but deep inside they are not straight. But not that I’m complaining, they are my clients and pay my bills. That’s all matters.
Not only do Mr Big and clients engage in penetration sex, but oral sex too.
“My clients are different. For example, married men who are curious about the gay world come to me for oral sex. We would only kiss and wank. They are just not interested in penetration sex.
“Gays would organize a three sum or an orgy and then invite me to their place. By that way, that pays too well. I would never say no to that!”
But the R300 Mr Big charges is not the only cost involved. If you want to use his service you should have your own place plus transport to pick him up.
“But in a situation whereby my clients don’t have own transport I take a taxi even though I prefer to be fetched by a car. But when it comes to accommodation I don’t compromise. You should have your own place.”
When asked if he doesn’t think he’s being unreasonable and asks too much from his clients, he responded, “my clients never complained. In fact some of them, especially the curious men, would book at a hotel just for my service.”
Mr Big tells that he does everything his clients require. His main objective is to satisfy “the bum that pays my bills.” Although he sleeps with homosexuals every day, he nonetheless argues that he’s straight and has a wish of marrying a woman one day.
“I would like to have a big family with the woman of my dream. What I’m doing now is purely business because life is difficult out there. Sleeping with gays does not define my sexuality.”
Even though he consents that his encounters with gays have evoked feelings for homosexuals, he remains steadfast that he’ll never have a serious commitment with a gay man.
“I used to date girls. That was before I realized that they contributed to my ongoing poverty because they would ask me for things I could not afford because of unemployment.
“Unlike girls who are stingy, gays are willing to pay for my service.
Although Mr Big declined to reveal his nationality, he nonetheless confirmed that he was a black man in his early 30s.
My 2009 grade 12 English essay, unedited.
If I were the President of South Africa, I would make this country a living paradise.
The ground we are standing on today need the kind of people who knows their game. This world is full of things that makes our planet not to prosper and in working together we can do.
Being a leader is about listening to people. What they want and what they don’t want and deliver on their needs and wants. A good leader show people the right way and be a good example by refraining from many things that may lower the dignity.
Being President of the country is what makes my blood boil. There is a lot of things that need to be done. Things that cannot be done overnight or by an individual but need the corporation of all citizens.
There is a high rate of crime in this country were people are no longer enjoying their right to movement. If you have to visit your relative, you have to employ a body guard to look after you. Where will people get the money to service their car and pay their body guard?
Another troubling issue is corruption. Corruption that is practiced by so called ‘the good leader”. Imagine what will happen if our beloved country become bankrupt? A country that is praised all over the country about it contribution to developing countries.
If corruption still take place, the investors will pull themselves back and we’ll always face recession due to lack of insufficient amount and inturn, we will be the one who ask for help from other country because of those people who call themselves “pro” in leading the country.
If I get the chance to prove myself as a President of this country, there is a lot of things that I would like to change for the benefit of all citizen. Things will be done people’s way, not mine as they are the one who experience challenges on daily basis.
If a person is caught doing crime, he will be put on jail until his hearing date come. If he is found guilt, he will be sent to jail for a given period. No parole, infact it should come to an end. As for murders they’ll live to rot in jail.
The people who should be involved in government must be academically educated, not because he is related to the leader or what. If a person is found guilty of fraud, he or she must face dismissal effective immediately without compromising or giving crooks another chance.
As for crime, I will increase the police forces and bring back scorpions. The foreigners come to our country and commit crime. The South African citizens should be protected from those kind of people by increasing policies and soldiers at the boarder and designing electrified fence that has more power than the one that we already have now.
By Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo. This essay, from when I was still fresh from Grade 11 and only 16 years at the time, does not only reminds me about myself but also demonstrates how much I have grown over the past 5 years. Some things are better kept safe for future use and this essay happens to be one of those.
Tilo: How I got mugged in Jo’burg CBD.
Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo
It is Friday afternoon around 12 to 1 PM. The date is 8 August 2014. I have some errands to run in town before I leave for Pretoria. I get off by MTN taxi rank and make my way into Bree Street. I’m walking and in the back of my mind I’m telling myself, “This place is starting to get congested. I have to avoid traffic by all possible means.”
Just before I could approach the FNB bank at corner Bree and Eloff, I think, a light skinned man dressed so decent, knocked me with his shoulder and made it look as if it was my fault. But I knew it wasn’t.
He was so livid; I could see it in his face. He approached me, insisted on shaking a hand with me to make peace with each other. He made it look he was making me a favour because it was my fault or else he was going to beat me up or something like that.
I was so reluctant but I finally agreed to the shaking of hands to avoid drama. While still shaking hands, he did something so dreadful to me that left me embarrassed on a public space. He grabbed me hard with my belt trying to demonstrate to how ugly things would have turned had he not calmed down and approached me for peace.
Before I knew it, he let go of me. I left and continued with my journey. But the first thing I did was to check that the R1000 I had with me was still safe. Luckily, it was still there. But I was still not yet happy. I wanted to take the money to where it was due as soon as possible. You will never know. Imagine if it disappear after some time.
Only a few minutes after I had suffered the public humiliation, I decided to check my phone. It was gone. My Blackberry of only two months was gone into a thin air. But then I convinced my mind, I left it home.
But no! I went to the bank to withdraw money and I remember reading a notification message that I had withdrawn money from my account. In the taxi I was communicating with Ben who wanted a cap and CD. Surely I had my phone with me.
But I remained calm as if nothing had happened. I can always get a new Black Berry; I tried so hard to convince myself not to weep in sorrow. My sim card with contact details and airtime, gone. 32 G memory card, gone. The video clips taken at my father-brother unveiling of tombstones, gone. My special graduation pictures, gone. Everything that revolves around my phone is gone in less than one minute.
But there is one thing that is still there, ME. I got home, looked at the mirror and the ever happy and bubbly reflection of myself was comfort enough. This is life, we win or lose. Of course we don’t expect to lose our valuable assets to thugs but win is win and lose is lose.
That was just one unfortunate situation but life continues. Go itelela a go thuše ka selo.
Tilo: Read everything you need to know about me.
In more than one occasion, many people have asked me to write about myself, citing ‘we want to know you better.’ Understandable. These people have been reading my articles for almost two years and to some certain extend we have a special bond. They provide readership, I provide content. We are one big family. That’s what Aredifefere is all about.
Only today, Saturday 21 June 2014, I have decided to write exclusively about myself. I decided to name the conversation “reminding myself about myself.”
Full names:
I’m Tilo Enos Mokgopo but in my Identity Document only one name appears, Enos, thus rendering my obvious favourite name Tilo unofficial in terms of the South African law. However, I have decided to use Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo for my writing profile.
Age:
I’m very proud of my age. I feel like everyone should know how old I am. I was born in 1992 and yes this year I turned 22 and received overwhelming birthday messages.
And where were you born?
I’m from a village called Ga-Mokgopo Ga-Dikgale, approximately 50 minutes drive away from Polokwane. That’s where I grew up and attended my schooling until grade 12 before relocating to Johannesburg for a better education.
Speaking of a village, how was it growing up there?
Wow! Believe me you want to hear about my childhood. It was not one of those glitz and glam moments but I had the best childhood moments. I was such a boy hey. I always ask myself what happened to me, from such a rowdy to this quite person. I miss that life.
I would go hunting with my friends, even though I never owned a dog. On Saturdays when we are not going to school, we would make an appointment to wake up early in the morning. Because my parents had goats at home, my friends and I would sneak into the kraal, milk the goats and run away for hunting.
We would spend the whole day hunting, re thea dinonyana, re kga ditloro, matshidi le dihletlwa. Ge re na le mahlatse, re tla hwetsa mabitsi a mabedi a mararo. After a long day, we would sit down and drink the milk we have in our bottles and thereafter go swimming in one of those dirty, unhygienic dams.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! How nice. Now I know the dam was unhygienic because I’m grown up but back then, ijo! It was nice yong.
Wow! What a childhood you had. It seems like you were naughty when growing up. Did you even take your studies seriously?
I wasn’t really naughty. I was just a boy and like any boy I went with the flow and experienced my childhood to the fullest.
In all of these my studies never suffered. I’m naturally intelligent and believe me it’s for the first time I say such a thing. I was always one of those learners to produce good results and my level of academic intelligence elevated when I proceeded to high school and it didn’t come as a surprise to me that in my Grade 12 my highest mark was Economics (90) and lowest accounting (63). Mind you I attended a school where poor education manifests itself with poor academic resources.
Someone would say you are blowing your own trumpet…
I’m the one who feels the heaviness of this big head. So, when it cooks up the storm, I should be able to manifest the good work it does without any fear of being reprimanded. I’m celebrating my hard work and I’m not going to apologize for that, sorry! Domkops can celebrate their laziness, I’ll equally applaud them.
Then I would not be wrong to conclude that post matric you went further to study something in commerce, perhaps Bcom in economics or in accounting sciences?
Unfortunately I couldn’t even though I wanted to because fate decided against me. Back in high school I did mathematical Literacy as opposed to Mathematics, often referred to as ‘pure maths’ and that label used to piss me off because the implied message was that I was studying diluted maths.
It was like this, if you do science, you inevitable study mathematics and for us who did commercial subjects, straightforward mathematical literacy was for us.
Which was completely undemocratic and without any reasonable doubt our right of freedom of choice was trembled upon. The subject was imposed on us. No one gave us the right to choose between the two subjects. It was fixed, just like that.
Enough with babbling about Maths, how would you define your personality?
I am often mistaken for being shy and sometimes not friendly but my friend Simphiwe Rens knows that’s not true.
What is true then?
The truth is I sometimes tend not to speak a lot around people but not that I’m detached from the conversation. I like being surrounded by people who talk a lot while I do the nodding and listening. But I can be funny when I want to.
Ga ke rate hlakahlakano and that’s one of the reasons I’m so introverted and enjoy being with myself, alone. But as quite as I am, I can cause a scene and throw my diva tantrums.
Moving along swiftly, I would like to delve deeper into your personal life in great details…
Wait! Personal? What it is that you want to know about my personal life? I’ve been playing the cards close to my chest when it comes to my personal life and I’m not going to give away my game now, never. I’ve been very careful not to post on social networks about my private life and believe me I’m not going to start today.
By personal, I’m not only referring to who I’m dating or not. I’m also taking about my family. If they want to open up to the public, they will do so in their own rights. It is not my place to say ‘my mom likes this and that’. I’m sure if she wants people to know important facts about herself she will come out and tell them.
But you are being hypocritical, you wrote about Generations Khethiwe’s divorce, Lerato Moloi’s separation from her husband, Collen Mashawana, Somizi Mhlongo’s gay cat fight, Sonia Sedibe’s marital woes among others. That’s personal don’t you think?
If you open up your private life to the public, surely you are inviting me and other journalists into your space and it immediately ceases to be private. I never proclaimed my private life public, have I?
It seems that I won’t win this game…
Not anytime soon dear.
Let’s rather talk about you in your family.
Let me be selective. I’m the last born in my family but not that I’m spoiled. However, my parents cared enough to make sure that I had everything I needed when growing up. I’m not from a rich family and neither is my family poor. We are just okay and I can choose between porridge, rice and bread.
If given a chance to go back to your childhood, what would you do?
Firstly I will accept the invite, then go back and enjoy all the monies I used to get from my father. That man used to pamper me with a lot of money as if there was no tomorrow.
Let’s talk about your blog, A re di fefere.
That’s my child and every time I think of the blog I feel complete because it reminds me that I can do everything I want to do provided I put my mind into it.
I have a good track record of teaching myself many things and operating this blog is one of those. I didn’t have prior knowledge of running a blog but only a few days after I have opened the blog, I was already a pro.
I opened this blog because I had a mission to fulfill and today I’m accomplishing that mission very well. I’m overwhelmed by the continuous support from my readers. 1 million views in one year is amazing. I’m making an impact and I’m proud of that.
Surely you must have a favourite article. What’s your best article? The one article you like most.
That preconceived idea though. Mmmm, Ijo! That’s a very difficult question to answer because I have quite a few but I’ll tell you the two articles I regret for ever penning them down “Generations S’busiso turns a sangoma” and “Generations Ntombi and Khethiwe go head to head, again!”
And the reason for that is because….?
If you read the articles you’ll understand why.
Lastly, from here where are you going? What are your future plans?
I’m going to continue being me, doing what I do best, making a hullabaloo about manyalo music that I love so dearly.
But on a serious note though, I want to study education. Teaching is close to my heart and I’m sure my dearest companion Mamorobela Nonkie will agree.
Which subject(s) would you like to teach?I would like to teach economics and accounting at a public school in a rural area.
I understand you are from a rural area but the school have to be exclusively public and in a rural area?
Not necessarily, but preferably a school in a rural area. The learners that need to be rescued from the mediocrity, substandard education are in rural area. If we are really committed to the call of bridging the wide gap between the rich and the poor, then we need to educate our fellow brothers and sisters in rural areas. Plus, I’m too rural deep inside. There’s a strong bond between me and rural areas that turns me on.
Thank you Mr. Mokgopo. Wish you all the best with your future endevours.
Kutlo Boago: Have sex with me Tilo.
By Tilo ngwana Rashaka Mokgopo
The message is concise and straight to the point, “Will u mind whn I visit u to have sex wth u or sex talk please,” desperate for sex Botswana born Kutlo sent me a private message on facebook.
I got a shock of my life, I asked her, “Ehe! You know me from? Please refresh my memory ’cause your name sounds new to me.” Quick to respond, Kutlo said “I dnt think you know bbe.”
Hey batho, still surprised and shocked, this girl does not know me and yet she has the audacity to call me her ‘bbe’, I thought to myself.
“Okay, where do you know me from then?” I asked.
“Magazine” she responded.
Surprised, I asked “so you fell in love with me through a magazine?”
“Yes…
“You made me horny because of your sexy lips and handsum face… This time around I’m horny” determined to have sex with Tilo Boago said.
It was after this massage that I realized Kutlo’s is determination to lure me into bed. I thought long and hard of a plan to get Kutlo off my back.
But my difficult task was: how do I tell Kutlo that I’m not interested without breaking her heart? I don’t like being the reason for other people’s misery, the same way I would not want other people to inconvenience me.
“Wow, it’s good to hear someone reaffirm what I already know. Thank you for boosting my confidence even more but I’m gay,” I told her, thinking my homosexuality excuse will help discourage her motives.
SURPRISE, SURPRISE, do you think lust driven Kutlo from Francistown bought the story?
“I no u’re not, its jst tht u’re ignoring. A boy like u du not serve to be a gay,” she hits back at my gay excuse.
The conversation does not end here, it continues and is getting even dirtier but I took a decision not to respond back to her inboxes anymore because I’m not used to strong language and clearly I don’t see a reason why I should continue engaging her on this conversation. I’m not interested and that should take precedence.
I decided to check Kutlo’s profile on facebook. She does not have a profile picture, let alone one picture under her album. Her facebook relationship status: it’s complicated. I guess Tilo was to de-complicate the complicated relationship.
More to my dire surprise, Boago and I are facebook friends. Since I started writing for “A re di fefere le Tilo,” I get a lot of facebook friend requests, so I just rubber stamp them, or accept the requests without screening them first. Let’s suppose I checked her info, still I wouldn’t have known Kutlo would pull that lunatic stunt on me.
I don’t know what I can say about Kutlo except for that she’s lunatic. Unfortunately we are no longer facebook friends. I wanted to delete one comment she made on my picture but I ended up blocking her by mistake.
Let me tell you what she did, she went through my pictures and where she found me posing with a girl, she’ll pass nasty comments about the girl like “you are ugly. Get your hands off my man you bitch.”
Tell me that’s not insanity. She says I’m her ‘man’, really, since when? Was it even necessary for her to attack my female friends? I posed with them willingly. They didn’t force me. I was a willing participant.
But I must admit; I enjoyed interacting with her. Clearly my charm vava-voomed her a bit and I enjoyed being told that I’m a charmer.
First published on: 27 March 2013
First edited on: 6 October 2013
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