Tuesday, May 17, 2011

It is a poor idea to lie to yourself.

We all know that the truth hurts. Life is harsh and people are cruel. We all face obstacles, but it is how we choose to deal with these challenges that make or break us. It is a poor idea to lie to yourself.

Acceptance is one of the hardest things one has to face. Challenges like one’s fate, a loved one lost or financial ruin or failure can break ones spirit. It is up to ourselves to surround ourselves with positive energy and friends and lovers who will whether a storm, (or a hurricane) with you, no matter what comes your way.

L is for Lagos

Lovely lady lover Lucy,
Longing for your lips,
Luscious, loving,
Long legs in lingerie,
Lavish lashes of my lifetime lover.

The poet writes a poem of aliteration to his lover who is far far away. It rekindles their love and she does everything in her power to meet with him. She reaches him and they live happily ever after…

L is for liar, love is lost and no more.

The prince became a toad. He broke his “lifetime lover’s” heart and spirit. Their story becomes a tragedy.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Election spectacle.

Elections are drawing close and political parties are advertising on national television as well as going on road shows to canvas for votes. So much money and so little thought goes into these advertising campaigns…

President Zuma was shaking his stuff on a mobile stage last week and a few ladies dressed in colourful attire were jiggling their bodies and showing their panties to the audience. The crowd joined them in song and dance and that was it. That was Zuma’s address for votes!? I could not help but wonder; what type of message do a few half-naked ladies on a stage send to voters? It is evident that more of my taxes will be paid towards supporting another wife’s lavish lifestyle or flights aboard our national carrier. Clearly, the ANC will not secure my vote.

Helen Zille on the other hand, is showcased on national news as she breaks out in traditional song while wearing traditional African garments, (cloth and blanket wrapped around her body as her dress). Is this scenario realistic? She is a privileged lady who has never experience village life. This is the very same woman who would not avail funding to build walls for toilets in a Cape Town township last year. The DA’s campaign is deceptive and they therefore do not invoke trust in me. Another vote lost for the NP – oops, DA.

Helen Zille   Helen Zille

Does honest leadership still exist? Honest politicians please make yourself known and I will vote for you to lead our beautiful country. Structure your political campaigns, do not insult your target audience, address issues that stunts South Africa’s growth. Present the citizens of South Africa with long-term solutions.

Kindly leave the song and dance celebrations for the election after-party.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The sound of “one hand clapping”.

Be genuine when you congratulate someone on their joy or achievements. Never do something half-heartedly. The sound of “one hand clapping” will reveal your true feelings, regardless of how hard you try to mask it. Your actions will lead to embarrassment for yourself and you might regret your actions once it is too late.
Be true to yourself, be kind to others and karma will take care of the rest.

Growing up…

I absolutely loved my childhood! The best years of my life was when I played all day long and ruled over Darryl and Nigel. Yip, I loved my little “She-Ra” kingdom.
“Role play” was my favourite game. We would dress up into our super hero, (and heroin) gear and fly off my parents’ balcony or jump out of Aunty Margie’s big tree. I perfected a crash-landing and dusted my red Wellington boots off after a few dramatic “roll-arounds” in the sand.
My beautiful, girlie dresses always got torn. I once jumped from the top of the Jones’ staircase and ruined the heels of my brand new “Jack & Jill” pumps. Nobody saw, so I wriggled the heels until it looked slightly normal. I knew that I was going to get the hiding of my life once my mother saw what I had done to my new shoes, but alas, it was worth that jump!

Not all who wander are lost.

It is said that walking is a form of meditation. One often takes a walk to get rid of the cobwebs in ones mind, to gain new perspective or a different take on a particular situation.
This is an age-old tradition. People in the Bible walked great distances over time as they were guided by Holy Spirits. Our ancestors walked for miles to hunt their next meal or to seek new habitat. Tibetan monks often wander when they do soul searching. They go on pilgrimage to see a vision of the next Dalai Lama. Not all who wander are lost.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie.

“Goergie Porgie pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry, when the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away!” I was in Sub B and so proud to be part of this production.

My ballet recitals back in the 1980’s definitely count as the most exciting and eventful happenings of my childhood. Preparing for eisteddfod meant months and months of hard work. We worked towards putting together spectacular shows and had to practice hours to perfect our “pas de chat, pirouette, grand pliĆ© and demi-pliĆ©”.

Mommy would style my hair in the perfect bun; secure my hair in a net and hairspray my hair until I coughed. I did not mind the hair pulling at all, for afterwards, I get to wear bright red lipstick, pink blusher and powder-blue eye shadow and feel as pretty as Princess Diana!