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The Namibian
Mon 12 Aug 2013
SMS Of The Day * MINISTRY of Gender and Child Welfare, TEARS are rolling down as I write this SMS. The killing of women in Namibia is now like reciting a poem. Are we really getting the protection we deserve while women not being treated as part of this c Food For Thought * SO the Zimbabwe elections were free and peaceful and not free and fair? Bouquets And Brickbats * NURSES at Katutura Hospital must stop wearing those big plastic sandals at work because they are not the official working shoes. We want to see you looking smart and beautiful with your full uniform. SMS Of The Day * THIS nation is in dire need of a massive conference on housing. When we experienced a crisis in the education sector a crisis-control brain-storming conference was organised which resulted in the best deal ever for the Namibian child, nam Food For Thought * BOURGEOISIE has become a daily occupation if not the order of the day of the upper-echelons, President Hifikepunye Pohamba we urge you to revisit this unpatriotic geocentricism among your staff and the well-connected, for everybody to r Bouquets And Brickbats * COMMISSIONER of Prisons, can you please explain the strategies you use to appoint officers to certain positions? It is my observation that you are being fed with wrong information then you just promote individuals without making p SMS Of The Day * I THINK Paulus ‘The Rock’ Ambunda lost his belt because of this promoter and trainer. How can a world champion still be training at the Katutura Youth Complex where there is not enough equipment. I think they must follow the example of Ha Food For Thought * NAMIBIA Dairies are unable to match low prices of imported milk and this ultimately means the consumer will have to pay more for local milk. Look at the prices of the local chicken. All these profits are going in the pockets of a few in Bouquets And Brickbats * I AM pleased to hear that Cabinet has responded positively to the proposal of Namibia Dairies to support the industry. The restrictions which support the industry by reducing competition to ensure the survival of the industry is a SMS Of The Day * CEO’s golden handshakes. Somewhere on our statute books there must be a provision that if a board of directors suspends/dismisses a CEO without due regard to legal provision (substantive/procedural law) such board must carry the costs for Food For Thought * JACKY Asheeke was so right with her last column- why are the fathers of the dead children not being prosecuted? (Reference to the children who died in shack fires last week) Our justice system still protects men over women. In this cont Bouquets And Brickbats * ALEXACTUS Kaure, your column in Friday’s newspaper opened my eyes. One hardly finds impartial case study analysers in Namibia. Let’s not destroy the Polytechnic’s strong foundation (Tjivikua) as yet. At least wait until the transf
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| 2013-07-23
A Friendship’s Sad End
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Izzy and I met in primary school and became good friends instantly. Over the years, we grew even closer. We decided to apply to the same high school and we were both excited to find out that we were going to attend the same school.
We were always together. We got along so well, it was the most beautiful friendship I’d ever been in. I remember how we would walk to school and use the cab fare we got from our parents to buy lunch. It was actually a little crazy, because school was really far from where we lived. But that didn’t bother us because we always had something to talk about.
On 13 October 2009, there was something different about Izzy. He was very happy, I swear I had never seen him so happy in our entire friendship. He was talking about how he wanted to finish high school, graduate and help his father support his siblings. I loved his passion to succeed in everything he did. Upon arrival at school, he started telling people that it was his birthday, but it wasn’t. I however went along with the lie. I was just happy to see him so happy, and also a little jealous that he was getting so much attention. In between classes, I recall Izzy calling me but I ignored him. Up until this very day, I still don’t know why I ignored him. He simply walked away. I felt really bad but I ignored the feeling and continued walking to class.
After school I decided to take another route back home, so I didn’t get to see him. However, when I got home, guilt consumed me so I decided to go to his place to apologise. When I got there, his sister told me he wasn’t home. A few hours later, I went to the market. There I overheard some men talking about a boy from my school who had drowned. I don’t know what triggered it, but I immediately went to Izzy’s house and when I got there, his sister came out. I could see that she had been crying. She then told me that Izzy was dead. I went home and after a while I realised what had happened and I broke down in tears.
I was traumatised. I could feel the pain in my chest as if my heart was breaking. It was unbearable. I kept going back to his house, hoping that it was a sick joke, but that just made things worse. I couldn’t believe he was gone. He was so young, so happy, so smart... And he was gone! What hurt me the most was the fact that I never got to apologise. He died mad at me and it breaks my heart to this day. I just wish I had more time to tell him how sorry I was for acting the way I did. I wish I could have told him how important he was to me. Izzy was the only true best friend I ever had. It has been almost four years and I still can’t forget him. I will never forget how happy he was on that day. It’s as if he knew he was going to die, as if he was saying his final goodbye.
I am sharing my story with people because I hope that they can relate to it and I think people should start appreciating the people closest to them. Never wait until it’s too late to apologise for your wrong doings.
Natasha Domingo is a first year IT student and loves to read and write.
On 13 October 2009, there was something different about Izzy. He was very happy, I swear I had never seen him so happy in our entire friendship. He was talking about how he wanted to finish high school, graduate and help his father support his siblings. I loved his passion to succeed in everything he did. Upon arrival at school, he started telling people that it was his birthday, but it wasn’t. I however went along with the lie. I was just happy to see him so happy, and also a little jealous that he was getting so much attention. In between classes, I recall Izzy calling me but I ignored him. Up until this very day, I still don’t know why I ignored him. He simply walked away. I felt really bad but I ignored the feeling and continued walking to class.
After school I decided to take another route back home, so I didn’t get to see him. However, when I got home, guilt consumed me so I decided to go to his place to apologise. When I got there, his sister told me he wasn’t home. A few hours later, I went to the market. There I overheard some men talking about a boy from my school who had drowned. I don’t know what triggered it, but I immediately went to Izzy’s house and when I got there, his sister came out. I could see that she had been crying. She then told me that Izzy was dead. I went home and after a while I realised what had happened and I broke down in tears.
I was traumatised. I could feel the pain in my chest as if my heart was breaking. It was unbearable. I kept going back to his house, hoping that it was a sick joke, but that just made things worse. I couldn’t believe he was gone. He was so young, so happy, so smart... And he was gone! What hurt me the most was the fact that I never got to apologise. He died mad at me and it breaks my heart to this day. I just wish I had more time to tell him how sorry I was for acting the way I did. I wish I could have told him how important he was to me. Izzy was the only true best friend I ever had. It has been almost four years and I still can’t forget him. I will never forget how happy he was on that day. It’s as if he knew he was going to die, as if he was saying his final goodbye.
I am sharing my story with people because I hope that they can relate to it and I think people should start appreciating the people closest to them. Never wait until it’s too late to apologise for your wrong doings.
Natasha Domingo is a first year IT student and loves to read and write.
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