Well, Happy New Year! Made any resolutions for the next 12 months?
Oh, you’re going to quick smoking again? No, no, you’re going cold turkey on that yak.
Now me? I promise to no longer complain about the out of control feminism and institutional racism within the United States.
Uh-huh, that’s right. Now hold the salt, because I’ve opted for a solution instead of remaining in this nasty soup of frustration.
And the Frustration’s Real
Yeah, as the old military saying goes, I’m getting short. Twenty-one “short” days and a wake-up, to be exact.
And God willing, on the 21st of this month, I’ll be on the next thing smokin’ to the southeast African country of Tanzania. And let me tell you something. . .
It Can’t Come Quick Enough
Now as I munch on a bag of Lay’s potato chips, I can barely contain myself with excitement. “Crunch,” I bite down on another lightly colored crisp, savoring its flavor. “Crunch, crunch!”
Man, y’all just don’t know. I’ve been planning, saving and waiting on this exodus for so long, that I had to force myself to ease up a little.
I don’t want to forget anything while packing. And best believe, I pack light.
Get the Funk Outta My Face
Showing my Boomer age with that Brothers Johnson jam, a mid-seventies classic that truly reflects my feelings about becoming an expat. The so-called “funk” I’m flying away from is not just the feminism and institutional racism, but the way the USA’s handle this Covid-19 pandemic.
How many ways can I say mismanagement? Well, since my native tongue’s English, I guess I’ll have to learn Swahili as well.
That’s what they speak in Tanzania. And I’m going to master it as best as I can.
Anyway, I’m so sick (no pun intended) and tired of the flight restriction for us whom hold the US passport. It’s a blessing that a man can catch a flight to Dar es Salaam with minimum hassle—so far.
Now granted, I still have to submit a negative Covid-19 test prior to landing there. But besides that, I’m good to go.
Now let’s see if I’ve forgotten anything before departure. Passport? Check. Visa on arrival? Check. Brand new warrior style sandals? Double check!
Oh, yeah, I’ll be broadcasting Tawkin’ After Dark on location. What? You thought I wasn’t going to continue the nocturnal monologist’s podcast. Also, for the creative crowd, there’re be a second season of Writers’ Block.
So, regardless of my locale, I’ll be putting it down. Now will I keep my US citizenship?
Yes, of Course, I’ll Keep My US Citzenship
In my best Tony Montana voice, “Whuh, joo kidding?”
I’m frustrated, not crazy out of my ever-loving mind. Nah mean?
Political strife aside, it’s just time for a change. Will I miss my family and loved ones? Sure, I will; however, that’s not going to prevent me from leaving.
Look, it’s not like I’m living in a bubble. I know living on the African continent isn’t everyone’s cup of Kool-Aid.
So, I respect those whom may disagree with me on this sometimes touchy subject. The last thing I want to do is passport police another man’s preference.
Now for those whom have decided to stay to fight the good fight. I wish you all Godspeed, and much success in 2021 and beyond.
And with that, Brothers, until next time, stay strong, watch your six, and don’t let anybody ph*ck with you!
Marcus love is a published author. You can scoop up his most recent Broke and Ashy urban eNovella series at an Amazon Kindle near you.