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Uhm Ja Nhe... Why we do not go out 101:

Some sights just scream Gall! We were entertained by the sight of two girls dancing on the side of the road by themselves as music played from a car not far from where they were positioned; we thought awesome their just having fun on their own terms.... Until the two young lasses started dancing in the middle of the road in front of the entrance of this local township drinking hole, they were now primarily stopping traffic especially in front of the sexier, sleeker German made model vehicles... to our horror as we watched these two girls clad in weaves and itsy-bitsy skirts in the not so expensive versions of the current fashionista styles, the German made sedan they had gyrated to a halt appeared to have been full of elderly males who seemed perhaps over 40ish, married and highly devoted to his family life and church....

In the haze of this we had stopped there to show someone not from our city the tavern life in the township, the person had just moved to the city...

As our friends arrived to coax us into a night out on the town in the 'burbs, amidst our hellos and joviality... a small green car blazing out music caught our attention and as we turned to look, we soon saw:

a girl in the front seat grind dancing, bumping up and down evocatively whilst looking in the direction of her friends in the back seat who were dancing just as hard. Now by the time the car had approached the front of the drinking hole the girl in the passenger seat's rear clad in an itsy-bitsy skirt was out her window now and gyrating towards the crowd of pub crawlers and then the car halted with the girl opening her door and dancing smack- bang in the middle of the street....

Our jaws dropped to the floor and heads shaking in disbelief at the sight we'd just seen as the shock was settling, the moaning disbelief began....

Wow, how things have changed in night life... Which society are we emulating? I realised how quickly the dynamics of night life had changed with my need not to go out and about and be around town, painting it red. Society has not taken a stand. Where have values gone? Who are we and what will the world be like for our kids if right now in your 20s what you are seeing is the age of girls out at night getting younger and younger with the debauchery getting wilder and wilder, seeing a rise in teen pregnancies and substance abuse... the penny's dropping at lightening speed whilst we still think it's still a million miles from hitting rock bottom fast as it continues to decline and depreciate like wall street stocks on a bad day. We are in a bigger recession, this one is out to kill societal value systems with the words: I'm allowed; you are not the boss of me; I can handle it and the sucker punch: this is how the world is now...

the movement

sometimes all we need is sometimes
where the entirety of our beings
is encased by freedoms
the spirit lives beyond
the binding chains
each seeks their own
claim to self
and sometimes
lose self to find the varied pattern
that is themself
sometimes the sun glistens
long enough
for the earth to give s/outs
as it cracks open
its secrets
sometimes
we are one
separate yet inseparable
yet other times
we remain clueless
in our conscious casings
wrapped in materialisms
forgetting
the essence of living
and when sometimes comes out to play
we fight ourselves to keep
the illusion of wealth
moving
so the mirage becomes our reality
but man....
could we not live in the other times
so sometimes could be our serenity...
wisdom unravels that
you need the other times
to appreciate the sometimes more

twitterverse

upon opening my twitter today I found the most interesting baby names convo started by @Anele...

as I scrolled down her tweets to find where it all began i bumped into her tweet about  how she dreamt of Kenya yet she had never been there before... the replies to this from twitterverse inhabitants were of course vast....

and so @Anele Anele Mdoda  tweeted :

African country names make great children names as well hey, Kenya, Egypt, Zambia, Mali, Ghana ,Libiya * yes I would* Morrocco.

what do we call our children...

we are all looking to name our kids one day. some of the names people tweeted were Mali, Chad for a boy and Ethiopia for a girl... another twiterverse being suggested Sierra-Leone...

I felt a wave of nostalgia with this topic as it keeps recurring... Baby names... baby names have meaning and the name you give to your baby sticks or adds value to their persona... in African culture a child could have their name being one word or their name can be a phrase like mine (the name of this very blog).  

It is important however to look at what things mean before you name your baby because there are a couple of kids who upon finding out what their names in essence mean are quite unhappy. Celebrities took to naming their kids apple and all sorts of things.

 Someone happened to tweet back to Anele about their name being chad and how it came about, they were not quite impressed with being named chad purely because there was unrest in  Chad in the time of their arrival on this earth. I think Chad should consider himself lucky, Black kids named during apartheid well... have names like Amabhuluanyile... really not nice so many years into freedom... spare your kids please... or at least be able to have some sentiment or great story your kids can tell, hopefully one that will be timeless...

lyrical fascination and interpretation #1

Goose-bumped all over my being listening to Thandiswa Mazwai sing about who she is in the short track titled: Bomvana... this song depicts who her people are in essence...

She talks about how as uBomvana you do things as your mom and dad do which in Xhosa reads: Bomvana nenjenje nje ngoyise noyihlo... She talks of how when she moves the earth moves and how her mom told her she can bring it any time... I get this bringing it as being encouraged to have the will to do anything, being a force to be reckoned with in the world. This song is sung in isiXhosa and in English

one of ms Mazwai's songs is titled: Abenguni... in it she further speaks of the people who make her who she is and tells of her people's history and the different groups that make up who her people are. She further talks of not walking alone which puts emphasis on old beliefs that those who have had a people precede them never walk alone in this life. They are always protected by their lineage, their descendants.

She tells a story with distinct rhythm that emulates her soul's belief in unison.