I used to be so picky when it came to who I should date.
You had to be educated, have a fashion sense, the right body and looking good never killed nobody and all that was because I know what I want.
Until I met him...No it wasnt love at first sight, it grew stronger everyday.
He was one of those smart and shy looking guys not really Mr Hot or the typical type.
Funny guy but still sensitive with a warm heart.
I would suddenly pause from work and allow him to dominate in my mind, smiles were the order of the day.
Strong arms maybe I even thought he was going to marry me. *Sigh*.
Why would you date someone who does not possess the features you dream of.
I call that settling for less but does it matter when you love.
It didnt matter to me.
I still ask myself why he left , I am hot, smart and stylish.
Well maybe thats what happens when you feed a pig strawberry.
Thursday 13 December 2012
I am a lady, talking sports and politics sometimes bore me (yawns), even though I am a Journalist in training.
I woulnt call it ignorance, I am a colourful person and trust me there aint nothing colourful about Jacob Zuma (ANC) and Bafana Bafana.
It is green and gold all the way baby, come to think of it I dont remember wearing those two colours together argggg.
I chose to be a voice to the voiceless but I will never forget about myself and what I have to say.
I have a lot to say especially where fashion trends and beauty are concerned.
Ever heard of a Fashion Journalist or a Beauty Bulletin writer ,.. well I aspire to be one.. shushshshshsh dont tell anyone just yet..
I woulnt call it ignorance, I am a colourful person and trust me there aint nothing colourful about Jacob Zuma (ANC) and Bafana Bafana.
It is green and gold all the way baby, come to think of it I dont remember wearing those two colours together argggg.
I chose to be a voice to the voiceless but I will never forget about myself and what I have to say.
I have a lot to say especially where fashion trends and beauty are concerned.
Ever heard of a Fashion Journalist or a Beauty Bulletin writer ,.. well I aspire to be one.. shushshshshsh dont tell anyone just yet..
Wednesday 24 October 2012
There are brains underneath the weave!
You know its sad when woman degrade other women by upgrading themselves.
Just by a simple Facebook status update , you can tell how a person (woman) looks and most of all how they feel about themselves.
I will give you a few examples and explain what I think about them.
My first "Im sorry sisters but the weave doesnt do it for me" I ask myself who forced you to go get a weave?? and why would they put you under so much pressure..then I realised that she was considering it but not sure how she would look with a weave on!!
Now this girl probably has short hair that is struggling to get growth, she is too afraid to try out new things because she has self esteem problems, she would rather make me feel bad by saying bad things about the WEAVE..
My second girl updates statuses by degrading women..talks about how fat ,skinny other women are,
she is attention seeking, and she wants it from men! her hair and clothes are on point she might be a little fake and very lonely.
Okay now let me tell something about us the weave babes:
We are not afraid to try out new things, we love what we see in the mirror before and after a bath.
We dont hold on to the afro but we go bald when we feel like it and still look hot.
I have never seen an ugly women we are all unique different shapes and sizes is a cliche but its true.
We have flaws but lets not make ourselves feel better by saying nasty things about other women.
Learn to love you with your many birth marks and pimples on your face, yes the weave is not my own hair but I LOVE IT..you should respect that.
Just by a simple Facebook status update , you can tell how a person (woman) looks and most of all how they feel about themselves.
I will give you a few examples and explain what I think about them.
My first "Im sorry sisters but the weave doesnt do it for me" I ask myself who forced you to go get a weave?? and why would they put you under so much pressure..then I realised that she was considering it but not sure how she would look with a weave on!!
Now this girl probably has short hair that is struggling to get growth, she is too afraid to try out new things because she has self esteem problems, she would rather make me feel bad by saying bad things about the WEAVE..
My second girl updates statuses by degrading women..talks about how fat ,skinny other women are,
she is attention seeking, and she wants it from men! her hair and clothes are on point she might be a little fake and very lonely.
Okay now let me tell something about us the weave babes:
We are not afraid to try out new things, we love what we see in the mirror before and after a bath.
We dont hold on to the afro but we go bald when we feel like it and still look hot.
I have never seen an ugly women we are all unique different shapes and sizes is a cliche but its true.
We have flaws but lets not make ourselves feel better by saying nasty things about other women.
Learn to love you with your many birth marks and pimples on your face, yes the weave is not my own hair but I LOVE IT..you should respect that.
My Journey
At age 12 I thought being successful ,meant having a rich husband, who owns a car and takes the family out on weekends.
I then grew to realise that being successful meant earning and working hard for what you own, as a kid who grew up in a single parent home I would sometimes question why some kids are in the back seat of a a family car with parents infront while I am peacefully seated in a taxi with my mom.
Looking at those kids be it white, black or coloure, I would be so interested in knowing their daily routines, I would go as far as eavesdropping on their conversations as my mom held my hand on our way to the Michelles Plain taxi rank.
A few years later I have grown to realise the important things in life. I know the love of a mother even though we spent some years in a shack she still took me out for Fish n Chips and Ice cream even when she had a Somalian as an Employer.
Some would call that poverty but I call it Love.
I just cannot describe the love she has given to me!
I know what it feels like to sleep alone at night and listen to gangster robbing a person just outside your home. I have grown with all that.
Back to success.. I grew to understand that not all ,arried couples are happy.. and I dont know all this by eavesdropping on conversations.
Even though I am still working hard to being a financially independent woman, I still want a rich husband I am sorry but poverty is not attractive to me.
I still want kids on the back seat of the car but this time I WILL BE ON THE DRIVING SEAT.
Poverty is not sexy and I do not wish it upon anyone, My point is; I may be working hard for everything I want but I still have those childhood dreams.
I then grew to realise that being successful meant earning and working hard for what you own, as a kid who grew up in a single parent home I would sometimes question why some kids are in the back seat of a a family car with parents infront while I am peacefully seated in a taxi with my mom.
Looking at those kids be it white, black or coloure, I would be so interested in knowing their daily routines, I would go as far as eavesdropping on their conversations as my mom held my hand on our way to the Michelles Plain taxi rank.
A few years later I have grown to realise the important things in life. I know the love of a mother even though we spent some years in a shack she still took me out for Fish n Chips and Ice cream even when she had a Somalian as an Employer.
Some would call that poverty but I call it Love.
I just cannot describe the love she has given to me!
I know what it feels like to sleep alone at night and listen to gangster robbing a person just outside your home. I have grown with all that.
Back to success.. I grew to understand that not all ,arried couples are happy.. and I dont know all this by eavesdropping on conversations.
Even though I am still working hard to being a financially independent woman, I still want a rich husband I am sorry but poverty is not attractive to me.
I still want kids on the back seat of the car but this time I WILL BE ON THE DRIVING SEAT.
Poverty is not sexy and I do not wish it upon anyone, My point is; I may be working hard for everything I want but I still have those childhood dreams.
Friday 25 May 2012
On an occasion such as this, we should, perhaps, start from the beginning.
So, let me begin.
I am an African.
I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.
My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightening, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.
The fragrances of nature have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the wild blooms of the citizens of the veld.
The dramatic shapes of the Drakensberg, the soil-coloured waters of the Lekoa, iGqili noThukela, and the sands of the Kgalagadi, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our day.
At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito.
A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native land thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say - I am an African!
I owe my being to the Khoi and the San whose desolate souls haunt the great expanses of the beautiful Cape - they who fell victim to the most merciless genocide our native land has ever seen, they who were the first to lose their lives in the struggle to defend our freedom and dependence and they who, as a people, perished in the result.
Today, as a country, we keep an audible silence about these ancestors of the generations that live, fearful to admit the horror of a former deed, seeking to obliterate from our memories a cruel occurrence which, in its remembering, should teach us not and never to be inhuman again.
I am formed of the migrants who left Europe to find a new home on our native land. Whatever their own actions, they remain still, part of me.
In my veins courses the blood of the Malay slaves who came from the East. Their proud dignity informs my bearing, their culture a part of my essence. The stripes they bore on their bodies from the lash of the slave master are a reminder embossed on my consciousness of what should not be done.
I am the grandchild of the warrior men and women that Hintsa and Sekhukhune led, the patriots that Cetshwayo and Mphephu took to battle, the soldiers Moshoeshoe and Ngungunyane taught never to dishonour the cause of freedom.
My mind and my knowledge of myself is formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and as the Ashanti of Ghana, as the Berbers of the desert.
I am the grandchild who lays fresh flowers on the Boer graves at St Helena and the Bahamas, who sees in the mind's eye and suffers the suffering of a simple peasant folk, death, concentration camps, destroyed homesteads, a dream in ruins.
I am the child of Nongqause. I am he who made it possible to trade in the world markets in diamonds, in gold, in the same food for which my stomach yearns.
I come of those who were transported from India and China, whose being resided in the fact, solely, that they were able to provide physical labour, who taught me that we could both be at home and be foreign, who taught me that human existence itself demanded that freedom was a necessary condition for that human existence.
Being part of all these people, and in the knowledge that none dare contest that assertion, I shall claim that - I am an African.
I have seen our country torn asunder as these, all of whom are my people, engaged one another in a titanic battle, the one redress a wrong that had been caused by one to another and the other, to defend the indefensible.
I have seen what happens when one person has superiority of force over another, when the stronger appropriate to themselves the prerogative even to annul the injunction that God created all men and women in His image.
I know what if signifies when race and colour are used to determine who is human and who, sub-human.
I have seen the destruction of all sense of self-esteem, the consequent striving to be what one is not, simply to acquire some of the benefits which those who had improved themselves as masters had ensured that they enjoy.
I have experience of the situation in which race and colour is used to enrich some and impoverish the rest.
I have seen the corruption of minds and souls in the pursuit of an ignoble effort to perpetrate a veritable crime against humanity.
I have seen concrete expression of the denial of the dignity of a human being emanating from the conscious, systemic and systematic oppressive and repressive activities of other human beings.
There the victims parade with no mask to hide the brutish reality - the beggars, the prostitutes, the street children, those who seek solace in substance abuse, those who have to steal to assuage hunger, those who have to lose their sanity because to be sane is to invite pain.
Perhaps the worst among these, who are my people, are those who have learnt to kill for a wage. To these the extent of death is directly proportional to their personal welfare.
And so, like pawns in the service of demented souls, they kill in furtherance of the political violence in KwaZulu-Natal. They murder the innocent in the taxi wars.
They kill slowly or quickly in order to make profits from the illegal trade in narcotics. They are available for hire when husband wants to murder wife and wife, husband.
Among us prowl the products of our immoral and amoral past - killers who have no sense of the worth of human life, rapists who have absolute disdain for the women of our country, animals who would seek to benefit from the vulnerability of the children, the disabled and the old, the rapacious who brook no obstacle in their quest for self-enrichment.
All this I know and know to be true because I am an African!
Because of that, I am also able to state this fundamental truth that I am born of a people who are heroes and heroines.
I am born of a people who would not tolerate oppression.
I am of a nation that would not allow that fear of death, torture, imprisonment, exile or persecution should result in the perpetuation of injustice.
The great masses who are our mother and father will not permit that the behaviour of the few results in the description of our country and people as barbaric.
Patient because history is on their side, these masses do not despair because today the weather is bad. Nor do they turn triumphalist when, tomorrow, the sun shines.
Whatever the circumstances they have lived through and because of that experience, they are determined to define for themselves who they are and who they should be.
We are assembled here today to mark their victory in acquiring and exercising their right to formulate their own definition of what it means to be African.
The constitution whose adoption we celebrate constitutes and unequivocal statement that we refuse to accept that our Africanness shall be defined by our race, colour, gender of historical origins.
It is a firm assertion made by ourselves that South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and white.
It gives concrete expression to the sentiment we share as Africans, and will defend to the death, that the people shall govern.
It recognises the fact that the dignity of the individual is both an objective which society must pursue, and is a goal which cannot be separated from the material well-being of that individual.
It seeks to create the situation in which all our people shall be free from fear, including the fear of the oppression of one national group by another, the fear of the disempowerment of one social echelon by another, the fear of the use of state power to deny anybody their fundamental human rights and the fear of tyranny.
It aims to open the doors so that those who were disadvantaged can assume their place in society as equals with their fellow human beings without regard to colour, race, gender, age or geographic dispersal.
It provides the opportunity to enable each one and all to state their views, promote them, strive for their implementation in the process of governance without fear that a contrary view will be met with repression.
It creates a law-governed society which shall be inimical to arbitrary rule.
It enables the resolution of conflicts by peaceful means rather than resort to force.
It rejoices in the diversity of our people and creates the space for all of us voluntarily to define ourselves as one people.
As an African, this is an achievement of which I am proud, proud without reservation and proud without any feeling of conceit.
Our sense of elevation at this moment also derives from the fact that this magnificent product is the unique creation of African hands and African minds.
Bit it is also constitutes a tribute to our loss of vanity that we could, despite the temptation to treat ourselves as an exceptional fragment of humanity, draw on the accumulated experience and wisdom of all humankind, to define for ourselves what we want to be.
Together with the best in the world, we too are prone to pettiness, petulance, selfishness and short-sightedness.
But it seems to have happened that we looked at ourselves and said the time had come that we make a super-human effort to be other than human, to respond to the call to create for ourselves a glorious future, to remind ourselves of the Latin saying: Gloria est consequenda - Glory must be sought after!
Today it feels good to be an African.
It feels good that I can stand here as a South African and as a foot soldier of a titanic African army, the African National Congress, to say to all the parties represented here, to the millions who made an input into the processes we are concluding, to our outstanding compatriots who have presided over the birth of our founding document, to the negotiators who pitted their wits one against the other, to the unseen stars who shone unseen as the management and administration of the Constitutional Assembly, the advisers, experts and publicists, to the mass communication media, to our friends across the globe - congratulations and well done!
I am an African.
I am born of the peoples of the continent of Africa.
The pain of the violent conflict that the peoples of Liberia, Somalia, the Sudan, Burundi and Algeria is a pain I also bear.
The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share.
The blight on our happiness that derives from this and from our drift to the periphery of the ordering of human affairs leaves us in a persistent shadow of despair.
This is a savage road to which nobody should be condemned.
This thing that we have done today, in this small corner of a great continent that has contributed so decisively to the evolution of humanity says that Africa reaffirms that she is continuing her rise from the ashes.
Whatever the setbacks of the moment, nothing can stop us now!
Whatever the difficulties, Africa shall be at peace!
However improbable it may sound to the sceptics, Africa will prosper!
Whoever we may be, whatever our immediate interest, however much we carry baggage from our past, however much we have been caught by the fashion of cynicism and loss of faith in the capacity of the people, let us err today and say - nothing can stop us now!
Thank you
So, let me begin.
I am an African.
I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.
My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightening, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.
The fragrances of nature have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the wild blooms of the citizens of the veld.
The dramatic shapes of the Drakensberg, the soil-coloured waters of the Lekoa, iGqili noThukela, and the sands of the Kgalagadi, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our day.
At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito.
A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native land thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say - I am an African!
I owe my being to the Khoi and the San whose desolate souls haunt the great expanses of the beautiful Cape - they who fell victim to the most merciless genocide our native land has ever seen, they who were the first to lose their lives in the struggle to defend our freedom and dependence and they who, as a people, perished in the result.
Today, as a country, we keep an audible silence about these ancestors of the generations that live, fearful to admit the horror of a former deed, seeking to obliterate from our memories a cruel occurrence which, in its remembering, should teach us not and never to be inhuman again.
I am formed of the migrants who left Europe to find a new home on our native land. Whatever their own actions, they remain still, part of me.
In my veins courses the blood of the Malay slaves who came from the East. Their proud dignity informs my bearing, their culture a part of my essence. The stripes they bore on their bodies from the lash of the slave master are a reminder embossed on my consciousness of what should not be done.
I am the grandchild of the warrior men and women that Hintsa and Sekhukhune led, the patriots that Cetshwayo and Mphephu took to battle, the soldiers Moshoeshoe and Ngungunyane taught never to dishonour the cause of freedom.
My mind and my knowledge of myself is formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and as the Ashanti of Ghana, as the Berbers of the desert.
I am the grandchild who lays fresh flowers on the Boer graves at St Helena and the Bahamas, who sees in the mind's eye and suffers the suffering of a simple peasant folk, death, concentration camps, destroyed homesteads, a dream in ruins.
I am the child of Nongqause. I am he who made it possible to trade in the world markets in diamonds, in gold, in the same food for which my stomach yearns.
I come of those who were transported from India and China, whose being resided in the fact, solely, that they were able to provide physical labour, who taught me that we could both be at home and be foreign, who taught me that human existence itself demanded that freedom was a necessary condition for that human existence.
Being part of all these people, and in the knowledge that none dare contest that assertion, I shall claim that - I am an African.
I have seen our country torn asunder as these, all of whom are my people, engaged one another in a titanic battle, the one redress a wrong that had been caused by one to another and the other, to defend the indefensible.
I have seen what happens when one person has superiority of force over another, when the stronger appropriate to themselves the prerogative even to annul the injunction that God created all men and women in His image.
I know what if signifies when race and colour are used to determine who is human and who, sub-human.
I have seen the destruction of all sense of self-esteem, the consequent striving to be what one is not, simply to acquire some of the benefits which those who had improved themselves as masters had ensured that they enjoy.
I have experience of the situation in which race and colour is used to enrich some and impoverish the rest.
I have seen the corruption of minds and souls in the pursuit of an ignoble effort to perpetrate a veritable crime against humanity.
I have seen concrete expression of the denial of the dignity of a human being emanating from the conscious, systemic and systematic oppressive and repressive activities of other human beings.
There the victims parade with no mask to hide the brutish reality - the beggars, the prostitutes, the street children, those who seek solace in substance abuse, those who have to steal to assuage hunger, those who have to lose their sanity because to be sane is to invite pain.
Perhaps the worst among these, who are my people, are those who have learnt to kill for a wage. To these the extent of death is directly proportional to their personal welfare.
And so, like pawns in the service of demented souls, they kill in furtherance of the political violence in KwaZulu-Natal. They murder the innocent in the taxi wars.
They kill slowly or quickly in order to make profits from the illegal trade in narcotics. They are available for hire when husband wants to murder wife and wife, husband.
Among us prowl the products of our immoral and amoral past - killers who have no sense of the worth of human life, rapists who have absolute disdain for the women of our country, animals who would seek to benefit from the vulnerability of the children, the disabled and the old, the rapacious who brook no obstacle in their quest for self-enrichment.
All this I know and know to be true because I am an African!
Because of that, I am also able to state this fundamental truth that I am born of a people who are heroes and heroines.
I am born of a people who would not tolerate oppression.
I am of a nation that would not allow that fear of death, torture, imprisonment, exile or persecution should result in the perpetuation of injustice.
The great masses who are our mother and father will not permit that the behaviour of the few results in the description of our country and people as barbaric.
Patient because history is on their side, these masses do not despair because today the weather is bad. Nor do they turn triumphalist when, tomorrow, the sun shines.
Whatever the circumstances they have lived through and because of that experience, they are determined to define for themselves who they are and who they should be.
We are assembled here today to mark their victory in acquiring and exercising their right to formulate their own definition of what it means to be African.
The constitution whose adoption we celebrate constitutes and unequivocal statement that we refuse to accept that our Africanness shall be defined by our race, colour, gender of historical origins.
It is a firm assertion made by ourselves that South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and white.
It gives concrete expression to the sentiment we share as Africans, and will defend to the death, that the people shall govern.
It recognises the fact that the dignity of the individual is both an objective which society must pursue, and is a goal which cannot be separated from the material well-being of that individual.
It seeks to create the situation in which all our people shall be free from fear, including the fear of the oppression of one national group by another, the fear of the disempowerment of one social echelon by another, the fear of the use of state power to deny anybody their fundamental human rights and the fear of tyranny.
It aims to open the doors so that those who were disadvantaged can assume their place in society as equals with their fellow human beings without regard to colour, race, gender, age or geographic dispersal.
It provides the opportunity to enable each one and all to state their views, promote them, strive for their implementation in the process of governance without fear that a contrary view will be met with repression.
It creates a law-governed society which shall be inimical to arbitrary rule.
It enables the resolution of conflicts by peaceful means rather than resort to force.
It rejoices in the diversity of our people and creates the space for all of us voluntarily to define ourselves as one people.
As an African, this is an achievement of which I am proud, proud without reservation and proud without any feeling of conceit.
Our sense of elevation at this moment also derives from the fact that this magnificent product is the unique creation of African hands and African minds.
Bit it is also constitutes a tribute to our loss of vanity that we could, despite the temptation to treat ourselves as an exceptional fragment of humanity, draw on the accumulated experience and wisdom of all humankind, to define for ourselves what we want to be.
Together with the best in the world, we too are prone to pettiness, petulance, selfishness and short-sightedness.
But it seems to have happened that we looked at ourselves and said the time had come that we make a super-human effort to be other than human, to respond to the call to create for ourselves a glorious future, to remind ourselves of the Latin saying: Gloria est consequenda - Glory must be sought after!
Today it feels good to be an African.
It feels good that I can stand here as a South African and as a foot soldier of a titanic African army, the African National Congress, to say to all the parties represented here, to the millions who made an input into the processes we are concluding, to our outstanding compatriots who have presided over the birth of our founding document, to the negotiators who pitted their wits one against the other, to the unseen stars who shone unseen as the management and administration of the Constitutional Assembly, the advisers, experts and publicists, to the mass communication media, to our friends across the globe - congratulations and well done!
I am an African.
I am born of the peoples of the continent of Africa.
The pain of the violent conflict that the peoples of Liberia, Somalia, the Sudan, Burundi and Algeria is a pain I also bear.
The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share.
The blight on our happiness that derives from this and from our drift to the periphery of the ordering of human affairs leaves us in a persistent shadow of despair.
This is a savage road to which nobody should be condemned.
This thing that we have done today, in this small corner of a great continent that has contributed so decisively to the evolution of humanity says that Africa reaffirms that she is continuing her rise from the ashes.
Whatever the setbacks of the moment, nothing can stop us now!
Whatever the difficulties, Africa shall be at peace!
However improbable it may sound to the sceptics, Africa will prosper!
Whoever we may be, whatever our immediate interest, however much we carry baggage from our past, however much we have been caught by the fashion of cynicism and loss of faith in the capacity of the people, let us err today and say - nothing can stop us now!
Thank you
Wednesday 28 March 2012
SO CLOSE TO A FATHER
SO CLOSE TO A FATHER.
Pushing his big belly forward with pride like a pregnant woman on her last Month before labour, my high School principal is friendly with everyone. You see his shiny black polished shoes first as he exits his office on his way to the School corridors.
Walking around as though he owns everyone, you hear his voice from the other side of the school and immediately you rush to class, this man carried his cane all around the building like a shepherd on his way to fetch his sheep.
You would swear he has a spell upon everyone, the way students and Educators respond to him is just so unbelievable.
His presence is felt as he opens his mouth and projects with his tenor, sharp voice for everyone to hear. This short in length guy is father to two, having being principal for 4 years at Simunye high school Mr K. Smayile is a brilliant leader.
Often mocking students during Interval, This dramatic 58 year old man is very much denied by his age, to prove his energy he jumps now and then when playing around with sport students.
And oh please don’t get it twisted, he does not take nonsense it’s either his way or the high way. Giving me an opportunity of studying through a scholarship throughout my high School career, he is proof that real fathers are out there.
Simunye high School has a number of students being sponsored by the South African Scholars Fund. Students have shown interest in going to School and getting good marks.
Mr Smayile is the only present teacher during Detention and God did he make it unforgettable for most of us; He does his work with pride and knows every face that enters the building.
Brushing his bald head every morning Mr Smayile is a strong believer in Corporal punishment, and sometimes it worries me because if it were a crime he would be behind bars a very long time ago.
Running his fat hands covered in a grey handkerchief down his sweaty face on a hot summer morning as he addresses a crowd of late comers every morning, he uses every available Language he knows trying to get the message across and making it clear that should they be late again there will be hell.
This School Master is a lover of languages and encourages all his students to try learning a third language, practising what he preaches he speaks Afrikaans now and again even though he may be talking to Black students.
Working very closely with his wife in developing the School and ensuring it reaches its full potential you would find them in his office having private meetings about what student is and is not performing well academically over lunch.
Thursday 15 March 2012
Unconditional Love!
Trying to find me , so I look in the mirror
I don't know what I've become
I feel like someone is wearing my skin or thats what it seems like
Iam no one , it feels like I'm giving someone else a chance to live again, to live correctly but through me
Cant I just be my own person??..NO!!!!
but do I have a choice NO!!!
I have lived my life being a correction of someone else's mistakes
why???? was I then a mistake NO!! I'm told
but why do I have to suffer?
I don't deserve this...I mean I have never made any life changing mistakes...why must I be punished?
The answer is still unknown but I will continue living in fear .. fear of losing those close to me
I'd rather not know myself then loose you
I don't know what I've become
I feel like someone is wearing my skin or thats what it seems like
Iam no one , it feels like I'm giving someone else a chance to live again, to live correctly but through me
Cant I just be my own person??..NO!!!!
but do I have a choice NO!!!
I have lived my life being a correction of someone else's mistakes
why???? was I then a mistake NO!! I'm told
but why do I have to suffer?
I don't deserve this...I mean I have never made any life changing mistakes...why must I be punished?
The answer is still unknown but I will continue living in fear .. fear of losing those close to me
I'd rather not know myself then loose you
Friday 9 March 2012
The muffin belly in Cape Town
The fast food market is rapidly incraesing with braai stands and fisheries scarted throughout Cape Town.Nowadays citizens do not have to take a taxi to have a take awaymeal.
This has however,resulted in alot of obese people in the Western Part of South Africa.
While many especiallywomen, may believe in having curves around their waist , others are rather disgusted encouraging people to eat healthy and exercise regularly.
Ideally life shouldnt be about poeple starving themselves in order for them to reach a certain size to be accepted into society, but where should one draw the line? , when do you know you are fat? is it maybe when one's belly is reaching for the hips?
Nomelikhaya Joseph a 51 year old woman weighing 150 on the scale believes a woman should have meat on her bones ,"something for my man to hold onto"she laughs.
This may be the way most women feel but, what about the dangers of being unhealthly overweight? because it appears most people aren't much educated about the dangers of obesity.
The Western Cape has the highest number of obesed people. with this statement you can't help but try and find reason as to why this is so, you try by all means to find answers and you ask questions.
Do all overweight people want to be so?
what role does circumstances playin one size?
If you were to compare the meals in a Surburban household and those in a township home, you would find that most township dwellers have a large portion of starch made up from potatoes and rice.
Realityy tells us that one breadwinner in a home can not afford to provide every person in a family of 10 with 5 different portions of fruit and veg.It would also be unfair to compare theses two homes.
Gcobisa Sizani a health student at the University of the Western Cape believes that it wouold be unfair to comapare especially when you are being conscious of differences,but she argues that circumstances have everything to do with one's size and even though this may be the case "people should get into the habbit of regular exercise" says Sizani.
Vuyiseka Jaji a local model from Eerste Rivier believes circumsatances should not be a set back whwen one is determined to lose weight and stay healthy, she also adds and says that beibng the perfect size is impossible but being overweight is dangerous.
Sizani says it should be made claer that obesity results in high blood pressure, diabetes, cancer and a short life expectancy,"these are all silent killers" she concludes.
This has however,resulted in alot of obese people in the Western Part of South Africa.
While many especiallywomen, may believe in having curves around their waist , others are rather disgusted encouraging people to eat healthy and exercise regularly.
Ideally life shouldnt be about poeple starving themselves in order for them to reach a certain size to be accepted into society, but where should one draw the line? , when do you know you are fat? is it maybe when one's belly is reaching for the hips?
Nomelikhaya Joseph a 51 year old woman weighing 150 on the scale believes a woman should have meat on her bones ,"something for my man to hold onto"she laughs.
This may be the way most women feel but, what about the dangers of being unhealthly overweight? because it appears most people aren't much educated about the dangers of obesity.
The Western Cape has the highest number of obesed people. with this statement you can't help but try and find reason as to why this is so, you try by all means to find answers and you ask questions.
Do all overweight people want to be so?
what role does circumstances playin one size?
If you were to compare the meals in a Surburban household and those in a township home, you would find that most township dwellers have a large portion of starch made up from potatoes and rice.
Realityy tells us that one breadwinner in a home can not afford to provide every person in a family of 10 with 5 different portions of fruit and veg.It would also be unfair to compare theses two homes.
Gcobisa Sizani a health student at the University of the Western Cape believes that it wouold be unfair to comapare especially when you are being conscious of differences,but she argues that circumstances have everything to do with one's size and even though this may be the case "people should get into the habbit of regular exercise" says Sizani.
Vuyiseka Jaji a local model from Eerste Rivier believes circumsatances should not be a set back whwen one is determined to lose weight and stay healthy, she also adds and says that beibng the perfect size is impossible but being overweight is dangerous.
Sizani says it should be made claer that obesity results in high blood pressure, diabetes, cancer and a short life expectancy,"these are all silent killers" she concludes.
I am sorry
Im sorry you did what you did
Im sorry for you who chose not to be apart of my life
Im sorry if i come across as aggressive
Im sorry im an emotional freak
Im sorry treachers for giving you a hard time
Im sorry i was just learning
Im sorry I have big dreams
Im sorry im getting an education
Im sorry i never let circumstances determine my future
Im sorry i forgive easily
Im sorry i love God
Lastly Im SORRY you feel sorry for yourself
Im sorry for you who chose not to be apart of my life
Im sorry if i come across as aggressive
Im sorry im an emotional freak
Im sorry treachers for giving you a hard time
Im sorry i was just learning
Im sorry I have big dreams
Im sorry im getting an education
Im sorry i never let circumstances determine my future
Im sorry i forgive easily
Im sorry i love God
Lastly Im SORRY you feel sorry for yourself
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