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OPI - Ordinary Peoples Initiative  I remember when the guys Benji, Kalushi & Donald approached me regarding a talent show they wanted to host at the school. The gents were enthused and their excitement was emitted through their pores, it was contagious and I was infected. It was a great idea. They were thinking dancers, rappers, singers, poets and just anything that had a creative expression. They called it OPI concert, it stood for Ordinary People's Initiative. They were thinking OPP for Ordinary People's Production but it didn't stick. The gents wanted me to join the team and to sweeten the deal for me they said I could handle the poetry side. I accepted right away. I also took charge of Marketing and Advertising, word needed to go out. For my Marketing campaign, I was thinking preliminary posters that were vague and just contained the OPI logo, I created the logo myself, it needed to have primary colors and be bold at the same time. This would generate an...

Famous I used to be famous back in the day, you know when Dube was on 2 and Stokvel on Sundays. My claim to fame was to entertain you, to make you happy. I graced magazines covers and walked different stages like a catwalk. Panties would be soaked wet when I appeared on the screen and did what I did best. The spotlight was always on me and I’d leave many starstruck, shinning like light reflected on a diamond. I used to be famous and finessing was easy, I would just show up and I would be lavished with gifts and money streamed like a waterfall into my bank account, there wasn’t anything I couldn’t afford or a girl I couldn’t get to the fort. It was automatic, my presence unlocked all doors and left many knees weak. Mute and in awe like a vegetable that can’t speak. I used to be famous, walking on the street was near impossible. Every time I was sighted, the paparazzi would be on my case, bombarding me with flashes that would send an epileptic into space. I used to be famous,...

Celebrity In the realm of celebrity, everything is bigger here, the tabs are bigger, holes deeper and the feeling of imposter syndrome realer. You thought money was going to solve everything only to realize it doesn't solve anything. You worked your whole life chasing a fleeting experience, numbness and cocaine now your daily experience, cause you are alone despite the millions of followers, money stacked high but you have never felt lower. Operating in the realm of celebrity, I always thought being with the stars will enhance my shine, reality is the rot aches like a tooth cavity. The 15 minutes is actually 5, how's that for brevity? Everyone wants to be famous, everyone wants to be a celebrity. In the realm of celebrity, the stars are just like me, insecure and sensitive not knowing who to be. Expectations and blurred lines hindering who they should be. I will buy that Sportscar, even though it's not me. Celebrity, celebrity, I thought with my stock high, I...