Zakanaka: to mean go well, quite fine or good.
Sounds to be very much in the active voice, which, most of what we speak is.
Not talk, discuss or dialogue mind you – but speak.
To staccato-sermon at people rather than with them.
But there’s nothing Zakanaka about that…
Interesting times we’ve transited…
To have had the forum for your sacred to be saluted, your hurting heard, and your darkness given its den to breathe in, to then unwind with such upfront umbrage when asked to give back in the same way… And not because you were unable – but simply because you were unwilling.
And then you flexed your fury and vehemence with violence. Because to hit it must stop it, right?
It hasn’t ever.
So, I’ll say it again: there is nothing Zakanaka about it.
Consider this, if you will:
If what you know is only some of the facts,
and what you’ve heard is only one side in all of this…
If what you’ve seen gave you just some of the gist,
…well, then… it’s really only some of your business.
© Dylan Balkind