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on live your life…

Poem by Native American Shawnee Chief, Tecumseh in the movie Act of Valor.

* I haven’t watched the movie but I came across the poem somewhere, somehow and thought to share it here…

Live your Life!

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.


on rantings and ravings…

The bins in Joburg are all branded. I know what you are thinking…


BUt that’s not what I’m talking about… Oh no, I’m talking about cheap A4 pieces of paper stuck to the bins offering all sorts of services!


Penis enlargements, quick pain-free abortions, bring back your lost lover. Wait, huh? How do you lose a lover?

  • Do you misplace them like your car keys?
  • I can’t remember where I last placed him/her?
  • He was here just a second ago…?

So I’ve been using public transport a lot more over the last couple of weeks. And these are some of the things I notice as I sit looking out of the window daydreaming of the day I own my own car and no longer have to take public transport. And I’ve observed certain things that people do which they seem to think are ok. Its public transport. It’s NOT ok! It’s NOT ok to draw in eyebrows and put on your face in front of us!  It’s NOT ok to pick your nose? It’s NOT ok to talk loudly and swear? I realise you’re not going for a role model of the year award but at least respect somebody else’s space! It might have been ‘cool’ when you were 16 but now its just pathetic! Those are just some of the ‘happenings’ I encounter in my daily public transport journey.

And while I rant and rave about the misdoings of people on this particular public transport system, I’m very grateful to have an efficient train system which is usually very punctual and has very few service interruptions.

on kushaina…

My 1st post for 2013…

The year got off to a slow start but it’s steadily picking up. My mantra for this year is based on the song Shaina by Zimbabwean artist Alexio Kawara. The song talks about how you must shine in all circumstances. The last half of 2012 was notably challenging and I think that is part of the reason that I was not particularly looking forward to 2013. However, things seem to be looking up. I have a lot of things to be grateful for and a lot of promising opportunities lined up!

The chorus of the song goes:

Zuva parinobuda richishaina (When the sun rises,  its shining)

Newe shainawo ( So you must also shine)

Kunyangwe kune rima ( Even if  darkness is all around)

Uri mwenje, usazodzimawo ( You are like a bright lamp, don’t burn out)

Zuva parinobuda richishaina ( When the sun rises, its shining)

Newe shainawo ( You must also shine)

Check out the song here

Even Rihanna got the memo! :)

Even Rihanna got the memo! 🙂

On dried up oranges…

Lately, I’ve been failing to write. The creative juices just won’t flow.


I feel like an orange that’s been sitting at the side of the road for so long that all the juices have dried out.

After: This is what I feel like now...

I write based on my experiences and so much has been happening but I am unable to string together a group of words in a witty manner. I could write about the torturous journey of being daughter in law or the bridal shower (kitchen tea) I went to with a difference, or the program I was listening to on crazy maids (house helps). The ideas are there but coming up with the other 300 words to turn the ideas into a worthy post is what I am struggling with. I’m hoping it is just a phase that will pass soon because I miss writing. I miss sharing my thoughts. I miss interacting with people based on what I write. They say the 1st step to recovery is admitting there is a problem. This is my admittance. I hope things get better.

 My sister sent me a link to this clip… Why you talk so white? I’m glad she did. I especially enjoyed the multilingual part.  Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did… 🙂

Happy Monday!

Day 29

I need to create a side hustle. A job that I can do on the side in addition to my full-time job in order to make some extra cash. I’m gonna have to sit down with my accountability partner for this one…