Who Took The Picture?


Pardon my French but I said “Adieu” to social media for a number of reasons but the main one was, lost and found. People that know me from here and there: my parents’ neighbours, high school, university, work places etc. found me. I didn’t understand why because I had no previous relationship with them.  

I also left social media because of photo scrutiny, particularly the question: Who took the picture? The inquirer was somebody I considered a friend because we were both trying to break into real estate. I said someone but she had subsequent questions about that particular photo. Aaaah! Aaaah! Where was she going with this? What does a wheel do? It turns around, because months later she posted a photo with her family. Someone commented that her husband looked unhappy. He probably was, because most men hate smiling for the internet, kissing girlfriends for the internet, celebrating birthdays for the internet, eating in restaurants for the internet and more.

Oh! I nearly forgot. Another comment about that picture said I looked happy. Of course I was happy. Except for fighting with banks, billionaires, government taxes, employers that refuse to pay workers the minimum wage (at least) and strangers that hate my beautiful skin, I’m generally a happy person.

“Who took the picture?”

Nonqaba waka Msimang

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