Building

I watched my mother build a school.

Yes. I watched my mother build a school. I was 7 years old or so when it started and so badly wanted to go to this school. I could not though, I was already ahead in class.

It started with her as the only teacher and a single Sub-A class; working from a rondavel at her uncle’s home. She had actually grown up at that same home in her early years.

I asked her a few years ago, one of those conversations during her illness. “Why did you do it? ” She said that she could not say No, when the community asked her to build them a school. She felt that if she doesn’t do it who will? This was a community that had raised her, so when they asked her to fulfill her destiny and build them a school, she could not say NO.

Before that I knew that schools had always been there. I never knew how they get to be there. It is the same school I look at every time I am home and wonder, “How did my mother do this?”

“Were you not afraid that you would fail? ” I am already pondering all kinds of things I would imagine could go wrong when you do something so drastic.

She said that she did not do it alone. She had the whole community supporting her. The community wanted the school to work and grow; so that their children do not have to walk long distances in terrible conditions to school.

Let me tell you a story, about how my mother built a school, Makhuleng Higher Primary School.

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.

Bibliography

August 22, 2011 at 9:36pm

Lately I find myself thinking the influence you have had and still have in my life. This has been triggered by the realisation that everytime I apply myself in daily activities and relationships in my life, I always think about you apply yourself in such situations. Subconsciously I adopt the principles and apply same. Its how you interprete being a woman that inspires me. I realise through you that a good woman loves and cares for her children, her family, her husband, her colleagues and friends, the same way she loves and cares for herself. That she must not be afraid to chase her dreams because there are no limits for her. That life is not always black and white. That her home is an extension of herself and should ALWAYS be representative of who she is. I understand that being fearless is not an option, its a must, and that sometimes putting your neck on the line for a greater good is not such a bad thing.

I have my flaws, lots of them. But I don’t stop learning and taking in what I absorb through your influence. It makes me walk tall and know that I have a purpose in life, and will do well no matter what the circumstances!!!

I just thought of sharing this with you today.

U ARE AN OUTSTANDING woman.

I suppose this would have been perfect to have been sent on Woman’s day, but then again as far as you are concerned everyday is woman’s day!!!!

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Adorned

The gods adore her, adorned her with beauty
Man sees her, ceases the opportunity
Woman envies her, envisions her sways theirs
I love her, move the heaven and earth for her.

She was never made to be like all
Harsh to the world she seems
Sweet and tender she is inside
Not fazed by the compliments
Maintained that which is sacred to her

Drenching with sweat
The runs she longs for bitter sweet
Adrenalin pumping out of every inch of her
Fine curves sculpted into perfection
Men can only think perversion

The muse and inspiration
Lines can’t be defined
Is it a love for a sister
Envy the body and mind so sinister
Improper love and unwanted desire

Love it is, pure, untainted
No need to cross the lines
It is as it should be
This love can’t be lost
Even when not cherished
Its not phased by lack of voice
Conversations take place in silence
In the comfort of the heart
No need to be heard
Where it matters, it is known
And if it isn’t so
It’s still not lost.

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