Such a despicable nightmare invaded my slumber a few days ago, that it shook me to the core. I called my mother to tell her that I loved her, because the end is near.
Any person with even one artistic bone in their body will tell you how hard they have to work to ensure that their work does not become monotonous. It is a constant struggle, not only with oneself, but also with the other artists in the same line of work. One’s work should not reflect complacency nor should it look as though it has been plagiarised.
There is nothing that screams “mid-life crisis” like a man over 40 years with a wallet chain and earring in one ear. Sports cars and girlfriends young enough to be their granddaughters are too cliché for Namibian men when they are going through their mid-life crises.
It should come as no surprise that people have issues such as body dysmorphia because body shaming has become a norm in our society. Be it online, at schools, in the home or at work, or just for fun or malicious intent, people take jabs at each other’s body types on a daily basis.
I love men who are not afraid to stand out of the crowd through their fashion choices. Over the years, I have come to realise that an outfit is only as good looking as the confidence levels of the wearer.