With your eyes open, your mouth closed, your ears attentive and your heart reflective - welcome to this woman's world!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I have just been born

In the spread of last night
A silent display of God’s light
Turned inside out
Raised to great heights
I have just been born

In morning smiles
And sleepy goodbyes
Your loving hug
And my coffee mug
I have just been born

Ordained and on time
Today, all mines
And the mystery of it all
Is that God knows it all

And that the beauty of this moment
Though yesterday is gone
Is that I have just been born

Yet the victory is still to come
Because tomorrow, my birth will come

Before 07:30am – 13/06/05
It was a beautiful day when I wrote this piece, everything left me feeling brand new - I am sharing this with myself - more than anyone else - because the elevating effect of the day this piece was put together is most definetly needed today!

The Other Side

On Friday the 16th, I met the other side of this woman’s world. The side I hope I will never meet again but fear that I will. I met the side that leaves your hairs standing, your mouth wide open, your eyes…disturbed. The side that makes you wish you could paint that part out. I met the ugly side of this woman’s world.

I woke up on Friday morning with ibhabhalazi curled around me… every part of me was a second late and all I wanted to do was trade bodies with anyone who wears beautiful brown skin, 36D chest and a dimple to match. But there was no one.

So I dragged my body through the long process of cleaning after a wild Thursday nite, a routine remedy for a drunken system and dressing up for a wedding. Somewhere between brushing my teeth and ironing my whites, Ms Bhabhalazi left me. And I didn’t even say goodbye.

So the house had a major buzz with everyone sorting themselves out in white wear and driving off to our first December wedding for the year. And so off we went to party up a storm…accept the storm the day had in mind had nothing to do with happily ever after. It was the phone call that rang to tell me that usisi wami uginqike nemoto…Now I wish the English language could translate the horror of that sentence enough to paint you that bloody picture. My sister crashed in her …what is the insurance term…beyond repairs brand new Nissan Micra.

Now I have many sisters, many beautiful sisters and somehow my heart was made for all 5 of them. And about 10 years ago, one of them was involved in a car accident that temporarily restructured her face and left her with a 15cm scar in her head. Getting through that was not only painful but it was traumatic and here we are again 10 years later crashing down that road. I cried.

True to our family nature, 3 of us (I share this town with 2 other sisters of mine) immediately drove down to Durban. Walking in that room and seeing her frail body sinking in that bed, opened and closed me up – she is too happy a person for that much sadness to house her body. I summoned the tears to go straight back from where they had come and I walked in, to walk out of there with my sister feeling loved.

In God’s mercy, she walked away with her life and so Christmas is still on its merry way. We left her on Monday – izolo – looking much better than she did on Friday, she was feeling even better too. Better enough to even joke – which is always a blessing, if your sister came out of that car!

In the horror of this crazy season, between that and getting back – we witnessed 3 accidents, in which in one the victim looked like he was turned inside out with half his body 60 cm away from the rest. It was horrific. And in the other, the guy’s body spanned off ground when the 4x4 knocked his day’s plans out of his day. It was shocking. And to seal the unknown purpose of that weekend, I went through my first encounter of getting cell-jacked. Let that be a story for another day.

I don’t know how your weekend was but by God, I pray it was better than mines and if it wasn’t; let us all pray that it was the last – atleast for 2005.

May your season be safe and merry. May you laugh and love louder than you have done before.

With gratitude in my heart

This was written on the 20th Dec 2005 so when I say izolo, I mean the 19th Dec 2005 - Peace!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Black River

Black River where do you follow and can I come too?
You wash past issues of misrepresented childhood
You rush past rocks of trials and tribulations
Same spirit same grace, you flow to the next village

Black River where do you follow and can I come too?
Your streams flow too heavily for my African pace
Your streams are too bold for this ocean to hold
So you pass broken hearts broken paths and fallen strangers
Who once delighted in the company of your Devine

Black River you amaze me in the mad hours of twilight
Black River with no fear just life from pure sunlight
I’ve seen your strokes as you lay it past my days
Meditated on your arrogance or misunderstood grace
You’ve carried my heart though ridges of pain
And reminded my spirit to let the tear drop rain
Cause whether in love or lies this river still flows
And washes my feet off this life with no breathe
Dead soil beneath my feet

Flow Black River flow
What would they think if you ever lost your glow?

- MaZungu

Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless.
Firm and has leadership qualities.
Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic.
Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises.
Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked.
Easily jealous.
Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly.
Independent thoughts. Loves
to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense.
Sensitive but not petty.
Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic.
Loving and caring.
Loves to make friends .
This is supposed to describe all species born in August. I'm not grand on horospoces but I must admit -
This rings VERY true, interesting :-)