a few years ago. I came across an old broken clock at the flea market. Its hands were frozen at 378.When I asked the seller if it worked, he laughed. It's just for decoration now, he said. But as I walked by the store, a thought hit me.Twice a day that broken clock was still perfectly accurate. And then I realized something profound. Life has started to feel like this constant race against time.Always moving forward and always ticking. Hustle culture has convinced us that our success is measured by how busy ...

Okay. When I say shisa, you say bad. Shisa. Shisa.Thank you. Sure. Well, I'm not here to do my jump split or perform slay aatak.I am here to talk about something. Can I say Can I say something. Something.Well, okay. My god, you look so pretty. I look pretty, too.Amen. Okay. How do you mourn someone you never got to say goodbye to because you're too busy trying to become someone they'd be proud of.Hello, my name is Zimbading, your queen of the jungle, a drag queen, an artist, a dreamer, and your fifth placer ...