Namibians are born entrepreneurs!

It has either become too easy to be a farmer nowadays, or those in Omaheke are the special and chosen ones. Every second person you meet in Omaheke is a farmer; you will find him in Agra, Kaap Agri or some other farmer's outlet with a pamphlet of the day's specials in hand.



And here I thought my brothers from the north – or those from Khomasdal - are the worst form of show-offs with their spinning rims on their GTi Golfs!



When you meet an aspiring farmer - who believes he has already arrived, he will take a few minutes of your time complaining about how the absence of the rain has affected farmers. He will tell you the last time Otjombinde received good rains was two years ago, even if you have just come back from there and you struggled to navigate the wet roads.



Mind you, even Tjeripo is now apparently a farmer. He wears those big hats - embroidered with the Big Five - carries a walking stick and just recently acquired a 1997 Model Toyota Hilux 2.4. I tried talking sense into him about buying an old car, but he wouldn't listen.



“That is the problem with you city guys. I do not see an old car when I look at this Toyota of mine. What I see is every Herero man's dream,” Tjeripo tried to convince me.



But he was right. He proved it to me. At a recent funeral of someone whose name I can hardly remember because I was dragged there by Tjeripo to test his new wheels, his bakkie proved a hit.



Tjeripo, playing to the attention of mourners at the funeral, would wait until everyone had bowed their heads in prayer and then, he would start his Toyota and pull away slowly. Obviously, the diesel bakkie did what it does best - make sweet noise.



Everyone, including the pastor, opened their eyes and smiled in admiration. One mourner even remarked that the best things in life are money, education and a Toyota 2.4 Diesel with a Gobabis number plate.



In the north for instance, everyone there are business people. Just stop any person on the streets of Oshakati or Outapi and ask him what he does for a living and you will hear: “I am a businessman, bra yandje.”



If you ask what business they are into, they will cut the conversation short, give you the look and attempt to sell cheap perfume to you. Seriously, I never understand why they would run to you with these obviously cheap products and try to sell them for an arm and a leg to you.



These dudes are properly dressed in the latest fashion, yet they want you to believe that they are struggling business people.



If I could acquire such designer items, I too would become a 'businessman' in the north.



I am told brothers in the north run into the bank to demand a loan for the latest Corolla, if he sees a friend of his driving the latest model car.



Once the first friend realises that he has been 'overtaken' by his friend, who now rolls in a Corolla, he will up the game to a BMW.



This will go on, until they both become proud owners of a Mercedes-Benz ML Class. Mind you, ladies too have their own unique ways of showing-off. If they buy a new watch, every conversation will start with “I think it is almost time to…” This is done simply to have an excuse to look at the watch.



Or if it is a new necklace, you will always hear them saying “Og, that guy made me so angry I felt like strangling him…” at which point, they will mimic strangling by touching their neck.



The last platform where the sisters create a 'whole new world' - as in the Aladdin theme song - is definitely on Facebook. Eish, women would posted stuff like, “Sipping on expensive wine and watching the sunset…”, while we know darn well the nearest thing to a wine you have tasted is Castello!



They would also pose in front of the one or the other house in Pionierspark and then write “At home, bored”, while we know the specific house belongs to a white man.



Until then…



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