Musteryou, also known as Jennifer Armstrong, is a Zimbabwean woman living in Australia. Musteryou is fierce which is what I love about her. She is one of the most original thinkers I know who wouldn’t manage to say anything boring or pedestrian to save her life. She is a voracious reader who has elaborated a complex personal philosophy of her own.
Musteryou is engaged in a constant process of intellectual and personal growth. Her writing is intense and her comments always make me consider things from a fresh perspective. She is also a passionate feminist who analyzes the workings of the patriarchy in a very powerful way.
Musteryou’s blog can be found here.
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Wow. Thank you! That is really nice of you to say!
I had a dream in which you appeared last night. It was a mad, chaotic dream, where I went up instead of down in the elevator of a tall building, so I could look out at the whole city, which was daunting.
When I descended the elevator, I was in Perth and saw my husband. There were two of him. One was pulling his luggage and one was guarding it, walking behind. I called out to him and he turned around, but then he turned into an Asian guy who smiled apologetically to me and waved as he stood in the elevator.
Then you appeared and smiled and walked into a small shop. You disappeared and I couldn’t find you.
Then I packed my big truck to go to Melbourne, but I couldn’t find my shoes or airline tickets. So, I stole a pair of shoes from my sister. They were wooden and didn’t look expensive. Suddenly my sister appeared and offered me a different set of shoes, which I accepted. Then she looked in my suitcase and began screaming that I couldn’t be trusted because I’d stolen her best pair of shoes, that I was a bad sort of person and needed to repent. She was getting very hysterical and religious, not understanding that I just needed a pair of shoes of any sort so as not to be barefoot in Melbourne.
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I wonder what I bought in the shop. 🙂
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It was a very small shop, in the corner of a row. There was no shop window, just one narrow door. I have a feeling it resembled my primary school staff room. There were scary people having tea in that staff room, I tell you.
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I know, it was the same in my school! 🙂
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It is also true that my mouth keeps flapping and It’s difficult for me to avoid controversy to save my life. One of the worst things that happened recently, was at the airport in Harare when I had inadvertently overstayed my visa. The authorities threatened to put me in their third world prison, with all its dirty blankets, cockroaches, and things like that. Then they relented and said if I bribed them, things would be ok. I’d borrowed some money from a stranger behind me, to pay their fine, but they only wanted half the amount now, given as a bribe. So after I gave them their US $50, I ran after her to give her back her US $50.
She was totally surprised. “What happened?” she asked.
“They let me bribe them!” I screamed (much louder than I thought I had spoken).
At that point a deadly silence descended over the airport. Everyone looked at each other, but nobody said a word. I thought they were going to arrest me right then, but after ten long seconds, the quiet buzz of airport life started again.
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I do such things all the time, too. 🙂
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