Uhm, I gotta let you go somehow...

Back at one...
I had my ears pierced on holiday in Pretoria when I was younger, we journeyed  by train to get there, I was younger than five year's old then. Yet I remember that pain like it was yesterday...

And somehow after all the screaming, my first pair of gold stud earrings were on my ears and little me looked cute. But somehow I could never keep a pair of earings, I was always losing one or both without ever realising it. Sometimes I'd lose 'em whilst I was sleeping but would never find my butterfly.

So for the most part of my life I'd stop getting earings and be content with not wearing them at all... I lost my silver stud in a car, never to be found again yet somehow the butterfly was safely tucked under my ear. For whatever reasons for a while the earring fairy has allowed me to not lose any thank goodness but...

Lately little by little it has crept in again yet this time I can feel the earring slip and sometimes I am lucky enough to see it fall or feel the butterfly drop off from it's mark... but as if that's not enough, every once in a while my ear disagrees with the earrings that adorn it and my ears begin to hurt a little for a while so I take them off and forget about 'em but when I do it's a battle to get my earrings in... My ears close the piercing holes.

Today I felt one slip again and I realised I somehow have to stop trying now. I want to suck it up and be all grown up about it but it's taken me so long to fall in love with 'em that it's kinda hard not to put any on... so I'll keep 'em safe for now 'til we love each other again.


P.S. Please let this feuding stop, I want my pretty earrings back!!!!!

educating self with i

this road we journey upon
you and I, me
trip on each discovery
self debilitating
only to find I
in dreams lived
thine essence breathed
birthed to live
no step taken
has been utterly  useless
we have bled us to
 gather me again
never been any happier
than in this now now
rhythm
trusting
that this is it
light has never lost i

An Ode to the #LateNateDogg

I woke up to tweets about the late Nate Dogg, it felt like I was being punked and somebody, anybody would say it was a mistaken assumption yet that aside a part of me feels like we have been here before... no this is real yet so surreal...

thegame R.I.P. Nate Dogg. Why does it take Death to remind us about the importance of life ??? Cherish every moment cuz tomorrow he mite call your #

We are treasures and sometimes we are so busy going about our own paces we forget that other people existed. In 140 characters the most beautiful-est things are shared and we remember your greatness in an instant for we are now hit by the most unifying thing that exists, death, as its shock waves leave ripples that cross the sea of divide binding it with the pain. How mutually we coexist with it amongst us.

SnoopDogg We lost a true legend n hip hop n rnb. One of my best friends n a brother to me since 1986 when I was a sophomore at poly high where we met

We are in a space of hurt and memory capsules open up to reveal that which we have cherished in each other.

MonicaMyLife 2 The late Nate Dogg's Family Know The Lord is close 2 thebrokenhearted & saves those who are crushed in spiritPsalm 34:18....Stay Strong

We are comforted by words of compassion.

Death touches us different and makes us realise that the hustle is continual, reminds us of those we have lost closest to us when someone else dies. And sometimes we get so crushed even though the person who has recently passed was further from our immediate lives but because we are created human: we breathe and feel the pain as our own. None of us can take away the journey those closest to Nate Dogg have now embarked upon, may God be with them as affirmed by Monica in her Psalms tweet.

Nate Dogg lives on in all that he shared of himself as an artist in music with us, the world, this is best expressed by Erykah Badu a.k.a @fatbellybella...

 fatbellybella 

Nate Dogg... freshness period. rest in beats.

as the battle goes

when the misfit in me smiles
the sun shines
and the universe waves
it's magic upon a being
the ones that lived before me
walk with me now
every so often
the heavens open up
with my very step
and all that exists in radiance
is happiness
no matter how bleak
the pronouncement of my existence is
definable
you cannot mistake my presence
as i enter...
the hows and whys are not of my concern
but it is as it is
so i wave back,
nod
and smile
for the universe touched me
as i walk on by
and the wind whispers
you are as the heavens
intended
and so the rain
serenades me in blessings
i exist in the greater scheme
of things
and each battle
one by one, by one
breaks me
only to rebuild
a far greater fortresses
you see
 i am light in love

Culturally mesmerized

I'm an avid Venda Soap watcher a.k.a Muvhango; I remember its first season when the role of Edward was initially played by none other than DJ Glen Lewis... I remember when the late Lindiwe Chibi, may her soul rest in peace, used to be the character Doobsie and you were hooked on her every line convinced that, there was nothing but utter hate or disregard for her arch nemesis Nomthandazo... some of the characters have since left the soap yet it's essence still remains steadfast.

If you have watched the soap even for a little bit you would know that, it is centered around the African roots and culture of the Vha Venda folk of Limpopo, around chieftaincy issues, intermarriages, intercultural connections, perceptions and decisions as well as the battle of old customs, healers and prophecy. This is all set in modern day South Africa with the battles and demons our society deals with...

Someone once said to me that the set of the soap often mimicked the script in reality. If a car accident or death was scripted it would happen to one of the crews members....

There has always been a link to the reality and message portrayed in and by dreams through the years as well as the unexplainable happenings that most would deem impossible to occur, I seem to learn something knew about other cultures each time I watch... and lately my favorite character has become Mulamisi, the character who dated and predicted the death of his beloved Lufuno, who is now growing more noticeable within the story line yet his is an interesting story. He possesses and denies his gift of prophecy or healing but it is slowly taking over his world in his most treasured art, painting, for he paints what he sees in his dreams. As if that is not enough he now cannot stop but tell those who do not wish to hear the truth, the truth as it shall occur should they not heed his words. 

What do you wonder about the truth that you intrinsically know is just?

lest we forget

Hello world...

So much is happening and yet so little is being shown. There's an outcry still about Gaddafi's Libyan rule in our mists and rightly so, some people are starting their own political parties in SA on social networking sites, perhaps to take a jibe at one that's just been formed and has backing. There's a group that reckons that Cape Town should become independent of SA, well it partly is... Cape Town has it's own feel to it... Then I noticed someone start their own party called DAD on twitter... Utterly hilarious yes and no... There's a need for South Africans to stand up for themselves...


But I wonder how if our education system's so atrocious, the underprivileged child still battles to get a half decent education amidst their circumstance. Our standards have dropped and value systems keep shattering, and the rise of violence steepens, once good communities now suffer from a surge of thuggery and violent acts... A weekend does not end without a shooting or death... You kinda have to worry or be uneasy if a stray bullet will not hit you... This past sunday as many were mourning the death of a friend, a girl got shot by a stray bullet and died... How ominous, A Death at a Funeral. That girl left home to pay last respects to a friend and now she is no more, may her soul Rest In Peace. May her family find solitude in that she is now at peace despite the timing or unseemlyness of it all.

It's the little things we have chosen to forget as society, the how to dress at a funeral, the value of self amongst a crowd. I once got to a popular spot to find someone had been executed and life was going about it's merry way, some were still drinking and others discussin' their own business, we can attribute it to a form of shock perhaps. But the biggest shocker was this: when we had arrived it had been a while since the incident had taken place and when we left the body was still lying there, I have no idea when it was picked up... But it disturbs me that the value of a life is not as precious as it used to be...