DUF MPARARO.
It's halftime, Manchester United has been clobbered 2-1 by Liverpool, and I'm happy and you can all guess why. It's the time I have decided, let me try to sneak a quick one, cause why not? It takes me back to a time when I was young, the reality of life had not dawned, let me stop reminiscing so much and get on with the story. I remembered this when someone was narrating to me about someone who had survived from going to the land of the dead after beatings from mob justice on several occasions. The story goes like this: the guy was very clever, when he realized after enough beatings from the mob that if he doesn't do something, he would soon join his ancestors, he would start kicking his legs in the air like a dying mule, jerk himself like someone experiencing an epilepsy episode, then he would suddenly go very still without moving a muscle. Play dead in short. Luckily for him, the crowd would eat it up, and his body would be collected and taken to the ci...