16 December 2011

The gift that keeps giving

Psalm 127:3 'children are a gift from the Lord, they are a real blessing'


Back, way, way back in 1983


Erick


Mbali entle 2009


Sizwe, with friends, asleep! 2days old


3days old. My bday/xmas/new years/valentines gift came right on time!


5days old on 19/12/11



Children are a gift that keeps giving. Blessed love!

'Thx for the pic and enjoy motherhood.It's a new chapter in your life.Looking forward to meet the two of you one day.Last year you lost your mom unfortunately and this year this little angel came into your life.If you need anything you know how to reach me.Take good care of yourself and sizwe !!

Much love to you & cutie pie

Deb'

'Zinzi Voyiya
‎:D an excited aunt to the the world's breastloving boy. Welcome to the big, sometimes small complex beautiful world Sizwe, you'll soon realise it's filled with looneys who are trying to make sense of the nonsensical miracle called life.'


"CONGRATULATION

AND WELCOME SIZWE!!!!!

I am so happy to hear that you are back home!

It would be great to see photos

I am so excited to see you and Siswe when I am back in South Africa

All the best from your friend
Åsa"

18 November 2011

Snippets of the year 2011

Snippets of the year so far (November)

Cape Town By Dusk


Long Street


Stones


Cape Town By Night



Cape Town


JoBurg,Long Street


Pretoria, Long Street


The Big Wheel, Waterfront

Friends... Fun... Music...


Simphiwe Dana


JaMaLi


Nnevida


Simonstown Black Mambazo


Queen Phyll, Jean


Jean, V


Jean, Mama Shumi, Asa, V

Signs Of Good Things To Come...









With Infinite Thanksgiving!

07 October 2011

Dear son: w.o.m.a.n.

Dear son,

As your mom, I have first hand experience on being a woman, let me impart some lessons to you that will help you lead a happy life.

Woman is... The bearer of life. Mother. Sister. Friend. Lover. Wife.
So, think twice before an harmful act towards any woman. Ask yourself how you would feel were some man to mistreat your sister, cousin, friend, lover or mother.

W. Wisdom. Winning every argument against her is not proof that you are wiser than her. Choose your battles wisely.

O. Own. Woman is her own self, belonging to no man. She is equal to man. Treat her as your equal, not as some possession. One can't possess another.

M. Monogamy. Have one partner at a time. Remain monogamous to her, it will save you many woes.

A. Adore. Adore and appreciate her, that's all that is required of you.

N. Needs. Ask her what her personal needs are of/ from you. Each woman is different, with different needs.

Take these tips to heart and practise them for a happy, fruitful life.

Infinite love,
Mom V.

03 October 2011

ABC's of living

A. Ask. Always ask questions. It is the path to knowledge
B. Be. Be true to yourself
C. Cry. Yes, it is okay to cry. It does not make you less of a man
D. Do. Do the right thing
E. Empathy. Try to imagine yourself in the other person’s shoes
F. Fairness. Strive for fairness and equality
G. God. There is a larger Being above human beings. Some call it God
H. Honesty. Be honest and truthful
I. Independence. Make up your own mind on what you do/think/believe
J. Justice. Treat others justly and observe the justice of the land
K. Karma. What you do will come back to you
L. Laugh. Be willing to let go and laugh at yourself
M. Money. It is not the most important thing in life. It comes and goes, so save some
N. Nature. Treat nature with respect and preserve it before it becomes extinct
O. Open mind. Always keep an open mind and keep learning
P. Practice. When you have a passion and want to excel in it, practice
Q. Quit. Never quit. When you fail, try again
R. Respect. Respect yourself. Respect others and their opinions even if you disagree or do not like them
S. Smile. It brightens the day and lightens the mood
T. Travel. Travel out of you comfort zone. Go and learn of new places, people, foods and languages
U. Up. Always keep your head up
V. Values. Formulate your values and assess them, mostly, stick by them
W. Worth. You are worthy. Know your self worth and don’t berate yourself
X. Xcuse me. Excuse me. Please. Thank you. These are the magic words, remember to use them
Y. You. Believe in you as I do
Z. Zzz’s. get in a few zzz’s, its good for your wellbeing

02 October 2011

Let there be life!

Apprehension, that is the feeling I’ve always held when it comes to thoughts regarding motherhood.
I could not imagine myself in the role, and wearing the cap of “mother”. But, some things happen whether you invite them into your life or not.
Although, procreation is not something that happens by some random act of a faraway god or by accident. Even when it is unplanned, there is always choice by the two parties involved.

As stated in my previous writings, more specifically “the circle of life”, I had an idealistic childhood. Although it was for a short while. When that family foundation crumbled, I crumbled along with it, falling into its gaping cracks.

That experience caused the apprehensive feelings towards motherhood, and the thought of creating family structure that may be thriving at one point, and disintegrating at the next. The thought scared me and I was willing to happily live a life alone.

But destiny had other designs for my life. I am not less apprehensive now, but ever since I had that ultrasound scan done, and saw that little heart beating within my womb, I was filled with a little bit of courage.

At this point, there is no turning back, the journey has commenced. Life has been created and grows within my womb. I embrace the process, the change, accompanied by joys and pains. I accept the challenges ahead.

My unborn child, I welcome you, and I love you. I wish you the best health and success. I believe our relationship will only improve me, making me a better person.

Thank you for choosing me on your journey. Let there be life!

26 August 2011

GOLD - Beverley Knight

Some people never recognise it
though its right before their eyes
and shines in all its glory
they never ever see
they choose something that looks just like it
and it may glitter all the time
but gold it will never be

I guess you never held on to quality
or you would of recognised by now
something so special so true
when its standing right infront of you

Chorus:
I'm gold babe
catch me in the slipstream
passing by the fools who just dont know
pure gold babe
you're looking at the real thing
if you knew my worth you wouldnt let go
oh no

Gold lies in rivers undiscovered
hidden from the site of those
who dont know what to look for
(they aint never gonna find it)
sometimes the value is uncovered
other times it's cast aside
by those who are just unsure

I guess you never held on to quality
or you would of recognised by now
something so special so true
when she's standing right infront of you

Chorus:
I'm gold babe
catch me in the slipstream
passing by the fools who just dont know
pure gold babe
you're looking at the real thing
if you knew my worth you wouldnt let go
oh no

All the things you failed to see
separated you from me
i decide who wins my time
and who comes inside yeah
cuz what is true and what is real
finds a way of being revealed
i dont have to even try
cuz i am cerified.... pure...

Chorus:
Gold baby
catch me in the slipstream
passing by the fools who just dont know
pure gold babe
you're looking at the real thing
if you knew my worth you wouldnt let go
im gold baby
catch me in the slipstream
passing by the fools who just dont know
pure gold babe
you're looking at the real thing
if you knew my worth you wouldnt let go
oh no

19 August 2011

I hope you dance!

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

LeeAnn Womack- I hope you dance

Phenomenal woman- Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman: Maya Angelou


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

29 July 2011

SUNSCREEN

SUNSCREEN

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Never mind.
You’ll not understand the power and beauty of your youth
Until they’ve faded.
But trust me, in twenty years,
You will look back at photos of yourself
And recall how fabulous you really looked at the time.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future,
Or worry,
Knowing that worrying is as effective as
Trying to solve an algebra problem by chewing gum

The real troubles in your life
Are absolutely the things that never crossed your mind.
The kind that blind sight you at 4pm on an idle Tuesday.

Do atleast one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s heart.
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.

Don’t waste your time with jealousy,
Sometimes you’re ahead,
Sometimes you’re behind.
The race is long and in the end,
It’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep old love letters.
Throw away old bank statements.
Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what to do with your life.
The most people I know
Didn’t know at 24 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40 year olds still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll get married,
Maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll have children,
Maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll get divorced at forty,
Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken
At your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do,
Don’t congratulate yourself too much,
Or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance
Like everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body,
Use it in every way you can.
Don’t be afraid of it
Or what other people think of it.
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever have.

Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it
But your own living room.

Read instructions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines,
That will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents,
You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings,
They’re the best link to your past
And the people that are likely to stick by you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,
But with the precious few you should hold on to.
The older you get,
The more you need the people
That knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once,
But leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once,
But leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalliable truths.
Prices will rise,
Politicians will philander,
You too will get old, and when you do,
You’ll fantasize that when you where younger,
Prices were reasonable,
Politicians were noble,
And children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone to support you,
Maybe you’ll have trust fund,
Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either will run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair,
Or by the time you’re 40
You’ll look 85.

Be careful whose advice you take,
But be patient with those who give it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the rubbish bin,
Wiping it off, and patting over the other parts,
And recycling it for more than its worth.

But, trust me on the sunscreen.

24 July 2011

This is it: Crunch Time

The first half of 2011 is tucked under the covers of time. So is semester one at the school of higher learning. I'm taking on fewer modules this semester... Actually, it's only one. And the workload is overwhelming.

I have to compile a creative writing portfolio, which must be divided into 2 parts.
PART 1: Task 1
Read a novel/poetry collection/short stories that was published in the last 10years, and write a review.
That is the ONLY interesting task of part 1. The rest are 3 essay on aesthetic value. SLAP ME NOW!

The fun commences with PART 2, which requires a composition of poetry, drama and a short story.
This will be an awesome challenge to flex my creative muscle. This time I'm writing to be professionally critiqued, may I now state my nerves and trepidation.
This is it!

~INFINITE CREATIVITY!~

14 June 2011

Identity

Pages
Of your being
Intricate hieroglyphs
Imprinted on your DNA
Unique!

=¤=::=¤=

I left
The true meaning
Between the lines and the
Feeling in the recesses of
My heart

=¤=::=¤=

Joy is
The sun greeting
Earth. An ephemeral
moment. Your glow has awoken
My soul

29 May 2011

Lovely you

Your eyes. That gaze
Had me entranced,in a daze
Your eyes. Your insinstent gaze
Had me hypnotized for days

We walked, we talked together
Swept up in emotions as a feather
Thoughts wandering, heart wondering whether
This bliss could last forever and further

How I long for you
All day, all night through
A desire, yearning so true
So deep as the ocean blue

I hunger for you, no one else
To be embraced infinitely in your caress

V.S. Yonke
2011/05/29

21 January 2011

I wanted to kiss God. I really did!

I wanted to kiss God as we sat together on that bench I'd chosen at the Company Gardens.
I'd gone there to pass time while waiting for Max to arrive with my book (AfroConscious). I chose a bench off the busy part of the gardens, there were the homeless laying on the grass and not many people around.
I had some food I hadn't finished from my lunch with Mariam. I nibbled on it but it was cold by now and unappetising. I closed the container and planned to give it to the homeless.
At the corner of my eye, this man came towards me. I was busy on my fone, checking Facebook. I thought he was passing, but he spoke to me, asked to join me on the bench.
He was tall, dark, handsome, well built and well spoken.
We did the small talk, and then we talked of the homeless condition.

Then the next we discussed my relationship status, which was quite a mess. He asked many involved questions and I have no qualms talking about myself to strangers. He challenged my viewpoints, and offered different insights.

He asked me what I wanted in a man. I said monogamy. He didn't know what the word meant.
I told him I want a faithful man, and that it hurts my feelings when I'm regarded as an Option. Naturally, he had an answer for that too, and made an analogy of when one applies for a work post then is considered for interview.
Then some companies allow you to perform on a probation period to see how one performs. He likened that procedure to relationships.
You have to give one a chance to see how he/she treats you and maybe you will discover that you like this more than you current relationship.

Then we talked about Africa. He's appalled, as a foreigner, at the state blacks live in SOUTH AFRICA. Coming from a different country, he says he had a different view of our country. He could not believe that people stayed in shacks. He says in Zimbabwe you wont find even one person staying in a shack. He stated that Black South Africans had become docile
He told me to be a critical writer in AfroConscious as there are enough entertainment writers out there.

Then Max called, I stood up and said goodbye. I lingered around a bit longer. And he never asked to meet me again, or to take me out, or even ask my number. Then I knew he was God. I walked briskly, and didn't look back to see whether he was still there.
I came out feeling grounded from that solid 2hour conversation, I am grateful!

God comes in many shapes, shades and sizes.
God visited me twice in two successive days. Yesterday his name was Simon from Zambia. And the night before that, he came in the form of Sizathu, and had me questioning my recent actions and what I have been accepting from other people in relationships.

Please, do not accept less that what you are really worth was my lesson!

13 January 2011

Letting go

After I'd gotten my heart bruised, I was dazed and disorientated.
I became a shadow of myself, my voice and emotions trapped within my caged ribs.

We had been 'friends' for a while. I respected him, and had the feeling that it was mutual.

Alas, I got the wrong end of the stick.
I accepted his gracious offer with naiveté.
He was good looking, had the voice of an angel, can you blame me for believing?

I'm shallow, and looks do factor high for me.
Then, I fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

I guess I had to go through that experience so that I could wise up to the realities of life and love.
Then, I let go!

II

When I had let go, my eyes gained sight. They followed him around, his personality - large and attractive.

I stood in front of him, we spoke, we gelled, we liked.
He repeated my name several times in the conversation.
I stood up and left, smiling.

Outside the building, he came up behind me as I left. I didn't say NO.

I jumped in, head first. Similar to the way Elizabeth Gilbert (JULIA ROBERTS) describes jumping from her ex husband (BILLY CRUDUP) to the next guy (JAMES FRANCO, so hot).

'like a cartoon, you jump into a tiny cup and you disappear, fully.'

I am Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat Pray Love, and I guess that makes you my James Franco!
Now, I just need a bike, and a Brazilian guy to run me off the road and to fall into love.

I let go. I ditched my expectations, and my set of 'deal-breakers.' I overlooked the differences, and basked in the similarities.

My eyes opened to see past the physical to behold a beautiful soul. Just as in the case of my aforementioned 'friend' whom I thought to be an upstanding guy. Boy, was I wrong about that.

I am unimaginably happy, recognising that I'm at my most vulnerable stage now. I only needed comfort and a little tenderness.

After the pain, the sunshines again.
I still feel love for you, my James Franco. I love you enough to let you go.
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