Dear My Ex-Girlfriend

I’m writing this letter to tell you how sorry  I am for choosing my music career instead of you. My ex-girlfriend, I don’t know where to start.

I guess I have to go back to the first day when I was in the studio recording my first track. I clearly remember that day, we were supposed to meet at 2pm in our usual spot; I told you I was in the studio and I wouldn’t make it and you understood. It wasn’t long, the Venomouz Crew started inviting me to their shows and, baby, that means a lot of lonely days and nights while you, my ex-girlfriend, thought I would come back with a huge sum of money to buy you diamonds and gold earrings.

I know it isn’t easy to believe me, but believe me when I say I spent more money on recordings than what I earned during these shows. I remember very well when you asked me to take you out to have lunch at one of those fancy restaurants and  I told you I was getting ready for a show; that wasn’t the first time I chose a show instead of you, and then you ask me to choose between you and my music.

When you asked me for the second time to choose between you and my music, I said I will keep you both; but you persisted on me choosing one. Then, I went for my music because I knew I would easily get a girl during my shows. But now I regret it. I wish I could turn back the hands of time, like R Kelly, and if you were to ask me to choose again I would say ‘please give me reasons but don’t give me choices’; because I’ll just make the same mistake again, like James Blunt.

In short, my dear ex-girlfriend, this life I choose is nothing but a joke. I spend sleepless nights for E0.00. The event organisers claim that I’m promoting myself. I thought I was going to be a big star and you’d regret leaving me, but guess what?
I am a big joke and I regret leaving you. I thought things would be better after releasing an album, so I teamed up with the best in the Swazi music industry and I dropped a hot album, which received lots of airplay; but I received not a penny for it.

Swazis don’t support local talent but good music, so they went out there and bought the album and people were talking about my music; they boast they have bought the album, some even make the cover their profile pictures on Facebook and, yeah, I knew then and I proudly say; Swazis support good music. After a few months I started demanding money from my manager, to buy new takkies because the old ones were now worn out but he told me that the CD wasn’t selling. I accused him of stealing my money. Just like every artist does, I threatened to end things with him and the recording company. I demanded answers on how come people were using my cover as their profile pictures and, within a week, Mr Manager come back to me with all the answers.

My dear girlfriend, Mr manager said people were buying pirated music not originals, and when I asked him what the law was saying concerning piracy he said those who were found guilty were fined  E4, which is not even half a quarter of what I spent paying a producer for one song, as the cheapest is from E100.

I said, ‘why is our government getting rid of the entertainment industry?’ because I once heard that the films guys are also not protected. Mr Manager told me that very soon the ‘Kulprits’ will be fined E400, which is equivalent to what good producers charged us artists for one song. Then I wondered, when are we artists going to have ‘4tune’ and jump like a ‘Kangaroo’ when looking  at our ‘Mosaik’ knowing that we are ‘M-Set’ and ‘KRTC’ is a well-respected brand, that ‘DibaDiba’ is ‘3steps’ behind and ‘Qibho’ is not a ‘Psycho’ but a true poet; that ‘Mvilas’ and ‘Tiyas’ could feature to make a hit song by adding that ‘D-Flava’ or ‘SubJam’ which  may result in them conquering Swaziland, just like the HIV/AIDS.
I hope you will not forget me, because my life is incomplete without you, my ex-girlfriend. And now I choose you instead of my music.

Ex- Boyfriend,
Swazi Artist

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