I thank you....

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" ~ Laozi

Thank you for the appreciation (you, yes you)!

Big thank you to Nomvula, Refiloe and Sifiso ( P.S No payments were made for the lovely compliments)

Manini, Amantle, Theola, Danielle, Lulu, Zama Timande....Thank you for the blog lovin and spreading the word....you can collect your thank you gifts from your nearest Jaguar dealership.

As long as you keep reading, I'll keep writing!

TwEntY sOmEThinG

It was my birthday on the 3rd of September. I turned 20 and 48months *clears throat*. To celebrate, I went to Hermanus and Kleinmond in the Western Cape. Such pretty places! It was so cold but that didn't matter (even though I had packed for warm weather). Went horse riding for the first time...and for the next couple of days I felt the after effects...oh how my body hurt!

It felt good though, to get away, unwind and just take my mind off work! And what a week it had been! My direct manager had gone on holiday in Thailand and I was trusted enough to fully take over the team and manage them for a week and a half! Stressful at first; he's such a perfectionist (10 times worse than me) and I didn't want to mess up! It got better with time though and just as I was "missioning" to take over the company (and the world), he came back! Dammit! I could've been MD/CEO by now! He's a great man though. The day he came back to work I had to leave for Cape Town for an "Emotional Intelligence" workshop so we met for a very early morning coffee session (I ended up having breakfast *hides*) at O.R Tambo before I took off at 9am (almost missed my flight-don't ask).

The workshop was quite insightful. Won't go on too much about it because I want to do a separate blog on EQ (emotional intelligence) sometime soon.

I look back to this time last year. I was in the final stages of wrapping up my dissertation. Stressful times. Now I'm in the development stages of my career. And I love my company because they are BIG on developing future leaders. I could have worked anywhere maybe even earned more but I wouldn't trade in the amount of learning and experience I have gained this year thus far for anything. As a wise young man recently said to me; don't just have a job, have a career (loosely quoted). So that's me, and that's my vision; to work towards a bigger goal, a bigger me: World, are you ready?

P.S Now that I'm 24. I mean, 20 and 48months, I feel like everyone is 21! I keep meeting young(er) people, and they make me feel old! Soon I'll be a fossil! *faints*



Monday 29 August: Supper at Devon Valley Hotel, my friend Lulu told the waiter it was my birthday and I got a complimentary chocolate tart....no, it wasn't my birthday



Its that BlackBerry curse!



I'm weak to all things pastry!




The lake in Klienmond





Horse riding through the vineyards





Took so many shots to get this photo. I was so far and had to zoom in to the max. Love how the crashing waves look like clouds in the background



The Social Beat

In my last blog I promised to post one of  Faith's pieces, so here goes....



THE SOCIAL BEAT
Sibongile Faith Kuta

Trapped in the social vibe
An inevitable state of society
The dreaded life of conceived inhumanity
Ignorance crawls
Betrayal walks
Corruption runs
Are these truths or rather accepted ideals
Hark to the voice of the children
Consider the groans of the voiceless...

What becomes of humanity in a vibe society?
There are many questions without answers
And many answers unquestioned
The beat goes on...

I am a woman whose arms have been burnt
Bruised both inside and outside
My husband does it all the time
His hobby affirms that he is my hubby

These bruises are better concealed and not reported
What about his progeny?
He is the provider of peanut butter and jelly
I am trapped in this social vibe
And so it goes on and on...

His name is Peter
A young chap dumped in a plastic bag two days after birth
He grew up without a surname
Removed from foster home to foster home
He is a deviant, a drug dealer in his youth
He pauses at the thought of death
Takes a deep breath as he commits suicide
Another one escaping the social vibe.

Her name is Phindiwe
Born in a small village of Eastern Cape
A 5-year old without parents
Robbed of her virginity
Snatched of her childhood... a premature sexual partner
Ta-Jakes the uncle pleasures himself
In repeatedly raping her behind closed doors
Diagnosed with HIV she becomes a victim...
Another statistic!

What becomes of humanity in a vibe society?
There are many questions without answers
And many answers unquestioned
The beat goes on...

He wakes up on a Monday morning
To realize the mess he caused yesterday evening
In his drunken recall
He broke all the windows
Broke the heart of his wife
And chased his children away
They call him Mr. Yesterday...
Pondering soberly, faced with the cost of his actions
Another story told again!

They think it strange
That I walk barefoot on a cold winter afternoon
Assuming I lack sanity, perhaps I do
I don’t know what’s normal and what’s not
How I wish they would put themselves in my shoes
The very shoes I do not have
At the thought of my barren years
I beat my daily drum, the idea of sound perfected
I gain momentum.

What becomes of humanity in a vibe society?
There are many questions without answers
And many answers unquestioned
And so the beat goes on...