The Other Day,

I decided to stop living my life a paycheck away from being broke still thinking that all is well.

I decided to be bold and be broke if that is my reality. I decided to live the way I please, if I am broke anyway I have nothing to lose. Yet I have so much to lose. Stark reminder that the home is ours for as long as the shark is fed every month. If I am to reclaim my freedom, let’s start with financial freedom. My way. My system. My network. My passion. My people.

I decided to just do what I want to do to get to where I want to be.

So many underlying passions and the things I love. Which one first?

Someone asked me the other day, and my answer was interior design. Is it really though?

If it really is, why am I so lazy to do the work required in the course I have been dying to enroll in for so many years? Or find ways to make the seed I have planted, Zenwa, grow?

I am a facilitator of change. In my being. People point it out to me so often and say, “stop doing your work on us”. Very surprising because at that very moment, all I would be is me.

Truth is, what has captured my heart right now is The Kitchen. Why?

I am lazy to cook, yet inspired to. The space feels like it needs to allow me to breeze through it creating magic, instead of trying to make do of the little space and resources available. We pretty much have most of what we need. Every day when something new happens I rejoice that we are getting closer to full function. We dont need more space, we need full function of existing space.

Strive on Ncumisa. Right now The Kitchen is the platform that is giving you an opportunity to transform not only people’s lives through their food experience, but also to showcase how design can transforn our lives, perceptions and experiences.

You are a facilitator of change, and right now The Kitchen has your calling in its ♥.

love vs security

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May 22, 2010 at 9:54am

Broke ass
And in love,

U rock ma body u soothe my soul,
Ur voice echoes in my ears my heart dances,
The mention of ur name makes my womanhood flow juices
The rhythm of ur walk gives rise to rhythms in my mind
U speak to me and i feel shivers down my spine…

ARE YOU GOOD FOR ME???

The only diamond is the feeling in my heart!!! Worth a fortune but priceless it is…

Some buy shoes and diamonds to feel it,
I look into ur eyes and i feel it.
Some travel the world to experience it,
I have u in thoughts and i realise it.

My conclusion… Love it is, and the rest will fall into place.

To my son

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Chronicles of a super tall woman

I like him, he’s cool. I wanna talk to him, pick his mind, talk about life. if only he can come closer, say hi, give me an awkward “strangers” hug. Poor guy eventually catches on and walks over then oh-ooh, I can see the top of his head!!!!

Where are all the tall men out there?

I wanna cuddle up in bed next to him and feel like a tiny, protected, fragile me and disappear in his arms. Instead of trying to bend my legs so they don’t stick out in bed, and curl up behind him so he doesn’t realise my legs can go as far as his waist.

I want to be lifted off my feet and spun around like a 5-year-old. And kissed all the way to the bedroom in his arms.

Instead of walking all the way there with my head hanging low because, poor guy thought he had muscle enough to carry all 171cm of me.

And rather found himself bruised all round balancing with everything in sight before finally, with the last breath remaining in him, throws in the towel and admits defeat.

Unlike most women I know, shoe shopping becomes the worst pain of them all, not because my feet are so big they only fit in the men’s section.

To the contrary, they are a perfect 4, but every pair I fall in love with means that I bow down at every door and everyone talking to you starts suffering from neck strains looking up at you.

Thank Gawd the “turned-up” pants and jeans have become the trend, saving you from being embarrassed about your pants and jeans that never quite touch the ankle (qatha out)… lol.

Hair up-dos have become a no-no, you are already taller than everyone else in the club, men women combined, you don’t wanna make matters worse extending the inches!!!

The store version of a micro mini skirt is enough to cover your waist, or perhaps be creative and make it a boob tube, otherwise stick to the normal ones that serve to cover everyone else’s legs but yours.

 You see the runway called life?

Walk tall, Tallie.

Giraffes get to taste the freshest, ripest fruits without much effort.

Isn’t that awesome?

So can you,

Enjoy the ripest fruits of life.

Be You!

Can we be friends?

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Well, this is meant to be more of an online journal where i get to express my thoughts, post all the things that make me tick and itsy bitsies that make life interesting.

The idea of a blog was born when i was madly inlove with a certain somebody.Iit was just that, an idea.Until they left, and I did not have anyone to share my thoughts with, and felt guilty about offloading to friends. So, my dearest blog, Can we be friends? I certainly hope so.

See, the thing is when you have someone that you truly UNCONDITIONALLY loved, you can never be friends (I mean the bestest gaz-lam kinda friendship) because they occupied a space that not even friendship can fill in your heart. and its the space that w ill always remain empty as long as they are not in it. because even if someone else comes along, they can never match up to the custom-made space snuggly.

As for the said loved one, friendship doesn’t work because there will always be one party playing guilt trips on the other. They will always feel that (you took a piece of me with you) and can never really innocently appreciate each other without one feeling guilty. You can’t confide in each other because one is vulnerable and doesn’t want to expose that beacuse they don’t want to come across as weak. hence you can never be BFF or BBF kinda thing.

U can only be acquaintances, buddies, “yeah we’re friends” and it doesn’t matter how much time passes it can never change that.

So my dearest loved one, I cannot be friends with you, because everytime you tell me about your perfect weekend outing I will still be thinking about ” Its me you should have been doing that with” behind the smile. And as we celebrate your first born son I will also be thinking deep down ” the kids we always thought we’d have together”.

I’d rather just carry on with life without the reminder of the dream unrealised, so I can eventually hopefully dream up new dreams of my own.

Regards

Beloved Ex