Mzebonga looks forward to the day when he can wave his walking stick at teenage kids and ramble some nonsense at them without fearing the inevitable beating he would receive. Through the wonder of the Internet, he’s discovered a medium through which he can bring these plans for his retirement to fruition whilst still attempting to hold down a worthless, unrewarding full-time job. To this extent, he spends a lot of time rambling on in one of a number of web projects about stuff that no one in their right mind would care about.
Mzebonga claims to be a product of the system, which is an excuse to make constant reference to the regimented nature of his education and how he was forced into conformity by a restrictive secondary education as well as a perfect excuse to remain in jobs that he is over-qualified to be doing. Given that he was not academically challenged and his non-conformity came from his inability to find acceptance amongst his peers, Mzebonga uses all of this drivel to remain a miserable git merely because it is the path of least resistance and appeals to his naturally lazy character.