Fashion 911

I'm one of those who think we might have a very cold and even longer Canadian winter this time around.Given the fact that this week has been quite gloomy with cooler temeparatures, I have decided that for each nice day out there, I will wear my sandals one more time before i bootify my feet for almost 6 months.

So izolo, was quite nice. Wore a skirt and my kitten heel sandals(bengizama icatwalk). Yim' lo ngiz'tshila all the way ngisaya emsebenzini. Didn't go far before I had to retracee my steps.My kitten heel was sandwiched by 2 slabs of uneven concrete. You'd think this stuff only happens in In her shoes and other movies out there. So I had to kwenyeza my way home and call in at work and let them know I was going to be running late coz my heel broke.

I felt stupid for giving that excuse, but I was being honest and couldn't think of anything else.

Wat a way to start a Friday morning!!!

Hibernation over!!!

Sure feels good to be back!! A lot has been happening behind the scenes- would probably neva finish blogging abt that. My patience proved to be limitless- I seemed to exceed each limit that I thought I had. Yes, I religiously followed all your blogs and thank you for the love from all of you especially Gomez. Things aren't purrfect,I mean they neva will be, but am doing much better.

Greetings and hallucinations.

Sure missed this joint.For the past coupla weeks I've worked my tail off, and had nothing major to blog on.

So last night I was craving popcorn and I decided to go to the local video store to rent a coupla movies and get me some free popcorn.On ma way back I ran into Dave who is my neighbour and we walked home together. Outta nowhere Dave says,"Lisa u gotta see this." Lami ukuthanda izinto , tagged along and hey' madod' akithi there he was sitting there.

Fine piece I work I tell you. No adjective could do him justice. But I had used the same route to the video store but I missed him coz I was on the other side of the street carrying out a serious conversation.

It was love at first site,seeing him perked my spirits and I forgot how tired I felt. Not that M.B is a new kid on the block, nah he been around and I used to have a crush on him, kodwa to me he became like Blair Underwood- he used to be a fine brotha kodwa he seems to be losing it of late, maybe the years are catching up with him or its just that young cats like Morris Chestnut, Shemar Moore, Michael Ealey, Brad Pitt, and Matthew McConaughey etc have all taken the spotlight.

M.B has grown to be better with age just like wine, but it was only 'til that moment that I took a closer look at him, that I was eva so grateful for Botox .All his features are so perfect. I just couldn't resist him, and I just had to go around him to make sure my eyes had not missed a flaw. Just his presence seemed to command such an attraction as I seemed not to be the only one who was in admiration.

There I was on a roller coaster ride to fantasyland le soka lami uM.B , u kno sisemangweni, destination unknown , and would I care really nah, as long as I got my fine brotha by ma side siblom' emlanjeni.

So its official we will be tying the knot lo M.B, date and venue will be announced, and you'll all see the pictures.Now don judge a sis for pulling a fast one, had to do wat I gotta do, coz I just couldn't bear to live knowing he belongs to someone else. Curious to know who this M.B guy is?

Well M.B is a car.Mercedes Benz S600 to be precise. The car is just a beauty. Yes I've always put the Merc as one of ma dream cars , but of late I felt disappointed in the models that were launched prior to this one.I mean uM.B besengifuna ukumscratsha off of my list.http://www.speedsportlife.com/photopost/data/672/medium/2007_Mercedes-Ben-IMG_3697.jpg

For the record us tying the knot loM.B is an illusion of granduer, and for now it will be cached in the Hallucinations section til it becomes a reality, in a coupla years.

Casper the friendly ghost !!

I always find that when pple work for/with seniors or in very old buildings they seem to think that there are ghosts there. Maybe there are ghosts just that I don't believe in them.

Same goes for when I was at school back home.Pple always believed there were ghosts coz there was a graveyard in the school yard, and a few kilos from the skool.

I went to work namuhla and there was a ghost discussion.

Jose: You guys wont believe this, but there is a ghost in this place.
Me, Kwasi, Naomi: No, Jose we don believe you.
Jose: Strangest thing happened to me last weekend when I was doing dishes. I felt a very warm hand touch may hand. I turned to see who was patting my back, but there was no one. I thought it was Milan( pastry chef) but he was sitting outside smoking.
Me: No, Jose aint no ghost here I worked her for one whole year doing night shifts all alone and there was no ghost.
Jose: Then again I was cooking and the pan just fell, I mean look at the hook, that can't happen just like that.
Kwasi: Yeah man, same thing happened when I was working too the pan just fell.
Mina just think on both occassions pan was not hooked properly.
Me: You guys just have it in your heads, there are no ghosts here, besides this here is a new building
Jose: Lisa, it seems the ladies here neva seen this ghost, I asked Maria and she hasn't seen it, maybe its a female ghost that just likes touching men.
Naomi: At least its a friendly ghost Jose, it just patted your back, who knows wat it coulda done to you.

Ghost was hitting on Jose.Lol

Hula hoops

On my way from work , I saw a lil gal about 6 yrs old- umching with a hula hooping , and lil gal was just winding I tell you. Betcha the gal can dance to ndombolo more than maself , not that I really fancy that kinda music.

Didn't think pple still hoop, but a search on google led me to a coupla sites, I mean there are hoop groups & events and pple do it to exercise, meditate, dance and to pull some tricks.Hooping aint even abt the waist kuphela, in looking at some of the clips on one website, I could identify some of the hoop moves , but i just thought those were Magic(remember the magicians who would come to Khumalo bhururu ?) or acrobat tricks .

As I walked past her, I saw myself years ago, don wanna say many coz it would make me feel like some vintage.Kodwa, I used to hoop , madoda.Then I thought of all the other games I played, from uSweety with some piece of wool, to the various skipping games,or hopscotch, then to umamtshayana which I didn't quite like( was afraid of the ball, and still am.) One thing abt umamtshayana was the way we would kwinca our lil dresses or skirts emaceleni, such that the elastic from our panties would keep them in place. Guess that's why we were all fit then.

I will be making myself a hoop.Thanx for reminding me abt the hoop kido, as well as ma life back then, when my only cares were when would break time start, or when would it be 'hometime',what games would I play, and who would be ma team mates.

BBJs

Ha!! what a day. 1st I get all these calls early morning abt the Transit not working. I don use transit, I walk to work and was really hoping to catch up on some sleep this morning.

Crazy day @ work, my feet were swollen , had to wear flip flops, which I almost got in trouble for till I actually had to point out that ma feet were swollen. You'd wonder why, my BP is normal , I eat healthy and exercise a lot, and they didn't even hurt. Then it was just one of those bloody hot days.

Got home and jumped straight into the shower. The bathroom over looks our backyard.Just as I'm finishing I hear voices.First I think seng'hlanya coz I kno I'm home alone.Get out of the shower and take a peek, what do I see - a guy and some chick. Guy is taking his pants off and girl is sitting on one of the chairs.

Mina rush to get ma house coat on and storm outside.By this time the chick is delivering a blow job.I just yell at them and tell them to nyamalala. Dude is quite apologetic and pulls his pants up, and tshakazaz.Mancri creates a scene, and I'm really ticked off now, but I hold ma cool , knowing fully well that if we get into a gal fight , all she needs to do is pull the bow and I'm exposed.So ngichume, and neighbour comes to the rescue. After abt half an hour the girl leaves, having unleashed all sorts of threats, slurs and even soaked him with some water.

Sisale sesimangele. Pple have really stepped up the whole blow job game, taken it to a whole new level , from the office blow job we've now gone to the Backyard Blow Job, not in your own yard but other pple's too.Some pple just got some serious masenglis.

Clockstoppers

Guess I'm one of those rare mid-life crisis in your early 20's cases. I mean according to izazi , its supposed to hit u when u are in your 30's -40's.

Here I am, in my early 20's, in a confused state. Next year I go back to school, ask me if I seriously intend to continue in the program I'm in, and I'll tell you that I don kno.Having narrowed down all the possibilities it comes down to a choice of 2 programs, both somewht related but with their differences. I am messed up. Don kno which one to pick.

Work is another story. I no longer look forward to going to work. Always late mina ngihlala 10 min. away ngenyawo shuwa. Nothing to do with the work load , just some pple I work with, nicely put angisabafili.

Then I am faced with the decision of having to relocate. Never ever thought I might ever consider moving outta T.O, guess I'm gripped by the fear of the unknown. The move would prove to be quite beneficial in terms of self advancement, kodwa T.O is where my life is , my friends, relatives, church , u name it.

I'm nowhere near meeting my goals, and yeah I used the SMART approach, but somehow aint nothing that seems to be going in my favour, and I feel like is'kathi sewash' sesing'tshiya.Clockstoppers please intervene on my behalf coz I really don wanna lose this moment, this is supposed to be my prime time. I'm supposed to shine kodwa seems like I aint near touching the sky.

bittersweet

My friend is getting married end of the year in Zim. I am to be her Matron of Honour. Have been told ukuthi if I don get my tail in Zim ngizavalelwa ibhuku.Now, I don think that's fair, I mean do I have to have ibhuku lami closed coz a sista's broke.

So here I am trying to save sum $$ for the trip to Zim. Hopefully by the end of the year I will be able to go. I really feel that African soil calling me, " Child come home."Its been five long and painful years since I left home.

Will be nice to see ma family , and friends, at the sametime it will bring sad memories. Maybe that is why I have been so afraid to go back home, the fear of me neva seeing my dad again.My last memory of him is that of the day ngisuka.When I left I kissed and hugged a human being , now all I will see is just a Headstone and Grave site.I guess coz I neva went to the funeral I neva got any closure and as such its been difficult to deal with the fact that he is gone, all I have are the good memories, and adventures, as well as good laughs to keep me going.

I always have good dreams when he is in those dreams, and in them he looks so alive and well. Guess its high time I step out to reality and go home to embrace the fact that he is gone, and finally get some closure.

So 'til I take that trip, its more saving for me and countdown continues.

Stokkfella.

Had the party last weekend, great, I mean there was drama here and there, kodwa ngakholisa.Iparty ingakaqali amadoda haysephez' kukagazana, as though ther aint tomoro. I mean I've heard ukuthi ungazodlala ngeNdebele lenyama, kodwa ngangingaze ngikubone okunje. Ppple ate inyam as thought there wouldn't be enough. At first I thought ukuthi maybe coz it was kinda like the first mawoso kodwa no.Wasted ma time cooking, and making salads.Abanye sebeyathe okay give the ladies some , bayala, got to an extent where pple were eating inyama eluhlaza.

Met an ex. at the party. Umuntu sevuvukile yo!!!.Following day ngaxoxa leyinye iex. Talk abt weekend of the exes.It was more of a family reunion for me than a farewell party.Met family members I hadn't seen in years.Then saqala ukukhuluma ngesiSotho.

Sotho people are loud, kodwa for some reason the women in my family are very loud, louder than the men. I look at my self, then my cousin , look at my aunts sonke siphethe emlonyeni.
Then when it came to picture taking, turned out there was more pple from Gwanda, and later on more Sotho speaking pple.

Highlight of the party for me was Kitty. Kitty is a South African Chic. Got a very small body, I could probably wrap around her whole waist with my arm. Very friendly person , sahle sawelelana. Then again we spoke in konke Tswana, SeSotho , leSizulu.

Asilakugida, had to stop and admire the way she just moved. We all kno South Africans can move kodwa there was just suming abt uKitty. Don get me wrong I aint lesbo, kodwa umunta' bantu was just doing her thing.

Party finished just b4 5am.By then I was quite cranky. I was tired, my toe had been stepped on by some lady. Imagine inkomo yonke yomuntu on my tiny toe. Then just the mess around made me so sick !! Left everything for another day when I had the energy to deal with it.

All the best to Nkosi.

hell of a liver!!

I was at the subway station waiting for a bus to go home.Was in my own lil world, ng'kathele from work when outta nowhere some lady pounces on my boobiture and says, " Wow, are those real?"

Mina did wat I usually do when in shock, ngalivul'ilihlo , probably lamakhala lawo did their thing , and looked around to see if sum1 else fakazad imihlolo le, and I just disappeared into the crowds at the station.

Now how can u just pounce on sum1's boobage just like that. I mean not even my closest bhururu has done that , then a stranger thinks they can just walk up to me and hold ma assests, nah!!
U'd neva kno if it was mere admiration , or maybe the lady was hitting on me. Abafazi now are so brave , if we can 'jika iverb' at a bro, I guess sesizinika iliver yokubamb' iboobiture yabanye, and hit on other women too. Well if mfazi was hoping I'd be down for her, ngilusizi coz I aint a stubby and I don swing her way.

bladeless razors

Just abt pampered myself namuhla in preparation for tomorrow's party.While getting ma nails done I was tempted to get my legs waxed, then I remembered a 'ukubona kanye, yikubona kabili' experience a coupla summers ago.

A colleague had suggested that I try having a brazilian wax, because she said " it was fun and exciting" Etshela bani futhi, umabizw' asabele.Came across a sign that said 15% off on Brazilian wax, okuyindwangu kway'shay' impembe.

Don kno wat I was thinking, coz I don take waxing too well, not even eyebrow waxing, I'll shed a tear or two.Anywho I still proceeded with the Brazilian wax, and after that I just said mpu !!! to any sort of waxing.It was painful, I was red , and it was just stinging, then I had to take a cabby home ngoba I just didn't want pple to say ngilesiki.

That was it , waxing and I got divorced, because any form of it would be a painful reminder of that fateful day.Lami ngangicabangani, just coz a mlungu had said it would be fun and exiting lami ngathatheka, so much for ukuthand' izinto.Then I forgot ukuthi abelungu can get quite kinky , and just abt anything could excite them.

Since the wax experience I'd resorted to ukuzibenga imbala ngamarazor.So now that we've had the Bladeless kits come out , I will find solace in them. They are are cheaper and pain free.

messed up !!!

A friend of mine, has a 3 1/2 yr old son. While talking to her, her son decided that tonight he wanted to sleep in his mom's pjs.Friend tells son, he can't do that and son starts throwing a tantrum, and child wails, as though he been scolded.Friend lifts her finger to tell him to behave and lil kido says, Il'll break that finger." Shocked!!, its you and me both!!

Child keeps wailing and by this time, I'm really annoyed coz its disrupting our conversation, so I tell the friend to just give him the pjs.Lil' one is still at it, so his mom calls him, and first she encourages him to touch her boobage, then she goes on to say he can suck her tits.Shocked again!! you and me both.

Now maybe coz I don have a kid, I might not understand, but I just feel there is a problem here.Some pple might look at this as child abuse, then some pple like me just feel as though she just messing up the kid, coz psycologically he is way past that stage and all it will do is confuse him, before we kno it kido might do that to sum1 and it might be considered sexual harassment
Then again mom, loves to leave him in other pple's care when she goes out partying or wateva.So this might grow into a habit if it hasn't, then before u kno it the lil' one will be fondling both men and women alike., then wat do u kno kid has messed up sexual orientation , don kno the coming from the going.

I don go abt telling pple how to raise up their kids, but i just feel this a lil overboard.

ahhh, ngitsh' amathe u kno where

Izolo @ work , we were just talking abt AIDS, somehow the discussion managed to lurk its head again after dinner today.

Em: I wonder if the poor people in Africa know anything abt sex.
(Me:Ohh no she didn't) inwardly .
Gwen: I have no idea ask our friend here(pointing to me)
Em: Well, Lisa hun, tell me do people in Africa kno anything abt sex.
Me: (Having had it and quite pissed ukuthi ngumbuzo bani wonalowo) Duhh Em, how else would I be here standing in front of you.( Ikhanda lam' selibila)
Em: No, hun seriously do they know anything abt sex, I mean why else would there be so much AIDS in Africa.

So there I was educating an 86 year old as to why there is AIDS in Africa, I mean I covered everything from pple thinking its a gay pple's/white pple's disease, polygamous relationships, lack of education, availability of education, but mere refusal to accept change or for some places language barrier, lack of resources, and in some cases the poor housewife who has no say in anything concerning her sex life because she is not the bread winner, and she fears, he might leave her stranded with those kids, or the case where a teen, has to be in the sextrade to send his or her siblings to school, and the fact that in some places, discussing sex is taboo. Felt I covered a lot of ground .

Me: U kno Em, I was shocked to see a homeless person in Canada, because when we are in Africa, America is portrayed as the perfect society.Then when u are here Africa is portrayed as a very poor and primitive place, nothing good is ever shown, and then that is when I get questions such as," How did you feel when u wore clothes for the first time/ or when u lived in a house for the first time.?"

Em: Wow, I now understand, and I had no idea that people can be so ignorant.

As I sit here and blog, it just hit me that this masgogo is equally as ignorant as the pple who ask stupid questions, and ngizwa ngicaphuka.If you are to ask a question like, "Do pple in Africa kno anything about sex?" what exactly are u getting at.

Firstly if Africans didn't kno jack abt sex then we would be extint by now.Secondly if animals and plants can reproduce, are we saying African pple, are some species of aliens that don't reproduce?, and thirdly are saying that because the pple in discussion are Africans, they don't have feelings towards each other and as such sex is not a normal part of their lives?

I mean I have had insulting questions but this by far was the most insulting of all.

Early morning bus ride

Last night I slept at my gal's place.Well even though I wasn't working today I still left early morning, coz I didn't want to stay at home with her ex. suming abt that guy, I just don trust him.

Got a bus chopass, bus was an express, and packed , so mina I was right by the door sengathi ngingu windi.Right behind me was some guy ongumunt'omnyama, and yithi laba lo bhururu, talking abt her ex. and wat she is going to do, coz she really feels uncomfy living with him. I don recall mentioning names, kodwa I might have, anyway sibambe this ndaba, siyitshiye sidobhe eyinye, njalo njalo.

Get to the subway station sehlike kuqala, and just as we take the escalator to the train , the brother who was behind me says, " Hayi lihambe kuhle bosisi." Mina perplexed ngithi eye to the friend then sengithalaza to see who this person is.

Bhururu and I get into the train zwi, not a word , obviously laye as another good frend would say utshe amathe ez'bunu. Then it hits me, this fellow was right behind me, so if he knew the lingo why engasibingelelanga. Methinks this guy ngokunozindaba, intatheli, just wanted to get info.

Abayazi isiNdebele ncedani please, I kno mine is a bit shady, kodwa when some1 says to u, " uhambe kuhle", uyabe engumuntu okade ebekhuluma lawe.

Anyhu I learnt not to gossip on the government escalade, and if i eva do so use codes.As for that brotha ngammaka, the next time I see him ngizomtshela ukuthi afihle okuyinhloko kwakhe ngaphansi kwekwapha ngokuyangeka, uthandi indaba yena eyindoda.Just hope uyabe egezile that day, lest the poor fellow passes out.

1st Annual Women's Conference

Every year in June, My Pastor goes to South Africa, and there she is always the Guest Speaker at the Women of Excellence Conference.

This past weekend we had our First Conference titled "This is that day..." here in Toronto, and I've neva experienced God the way I did. Talk about some preaching , deep stuff I tell you, then you talk about singing and praising uNkulunkulu, the whole church was up and dancing, into engikakaze ngayibona, talk about a serious Holy Ghost Party.By Saturday evening, I'd lost my voice and so had the other gals, okwakumele ngihlabele labo on Sunday.My feet were aching by the time I went to my room, but I couldn't help it , I went on and on dancing.

Sunday came, was exhausted, and we belted the song. By the time the service ended, Again I could hardly stand let alone talk. I can surely say I have had a life changing experience, and yes it surely was ".... that day..."Too bad all things must come to an end.Food and the service by the hotel was great, and no I did not become a mahotella queen i.e I did not take the lil' soaps and shampoo, I got sum rash while there so I'm thinking one of the lil soaps was to blame, so found no use carrying them.

My voice is slowly coming back to me and I cannot stop singing. Looking forward to the next conference.

Spring

Just last week the grass around me was brown. This week its green carpets everywhere.Every morning I look at the plants and trees in the park and yards between home and work and there's always something new. I think I probably kno more abt each plant in each yard I pass than the owners do. Trees are budding, squirrels hoping everywhere,birds chirping the whole array of spring flowers, tulips daffodils and hyacinths, lilies of all kinds - love them all.Most interesting flower to me is the hyacinth, don kno why I love that one so much, and don even want to miss a moment of its growth.By the way how did I end up in the healthcare field- not that I'm complaining but at some point I thought I'd grow up to be an environmentalist or do something in horticulture. Guess I still can as a hobby though , prob. is there's so much I love to do.

Spring is a great season, as the world around us springs into new life maybe it would be wise to take account of our lives and maybe start over or better yet revise our goals for the year or even recommit to our year's resolutions. So much positive energy around.

Downfall to spring though, I suffer terribly from allergies.You should hear me talk let alone sing.

Venting cont'd ... more of ma frustrations.

Ha sengizazengibhowe, but this really helps me feel a lot better.

So Tuesday evening was Mardi Gras Pub Night at work. Had a great time, even though ngangilokhe ngivuvuke ngokuzonda from the doc's earlier on that day.Drinks of the day were the Cat's Pee, and our inhouse concoction -Avondale Hurricane.Music was great took me down to all those kuduncan days with Mrs Henderson the Music Teacher at Khumalo, my goodness , asilakutebha to tunes like You are my sunshine, This train, and my favourite was It's a long way to Tiperary ( not too sure of the spelling).

Everyone left at abt 8pm , leaving me to deal with all the mess. Knocked of at 11pm, ain't being paid for it. Sumtimes I wonder why I even do it, but guess I love ma job and the ol' folks, and because its their home , somebody just had to restore the order.

Nothing major on Wednesday, weather was gorgeus, helped uplift ma spirits and I seem to have started some friendship with a police officer. I meet him everyday as I walk/run/jog to work.

Last night was ok. We had a staff meeting, but were not paid for it. Well we got paid sort of, in kind. Payment was dinner, and I for one aint complaining, saved me a lot.Then after dinner was the meeting, and seems like every1 is frustrated, just coz of one person who ain't doing their job.
Abejwabu lethu didn't want to talk coz they felt they were snitching on a brotha rather broda, but in the end they just had to. hope things will improve.

Namuhla work was just work. It was ma off day but here I was working coz boss screwed up. After work, I called frendado to check on her and told her I would be in her area for fish and chips, at this lil joint we like.Called her later, only to find out she didn't get the fish and chips - reason was they ran out of fish, last time we were there guy tuned he had turned off and cleaned his equipment so he couldn't fulfill the order. Mina, being the loudmouth just told the guy off, went on to say how that was unacceptable and told him ukuthi I'd come all the way from Downtown for Inhlanzi yakhe.Told the Guy I aint leaving til I get wat I want, wat do you kno guy prepared our meal, and had 2 happy customers.

So yimi lo, trek all the way to bhururu's place, rap on the door and no answer. Me thinks bhururu is taking a shower , ngime. Rap again on the door, from peephole can tell lights are on. Ngiqoqode njalo , okwepolisa manje, still zwi.Me starts to panic coz she just broke up with her obsessive b/f and all the wat ifs run thru my head. Pull out my makhale and call her, her's straight to voicemail. Ok sengidideka manje wat if he strangled her, wat if this , wat if that, wat if....I call makhale again, and again with the hope yokuthi izadojwa , but nah so I leave a message, hang around a lil , then tell maself its getting late lemme head back home. Manje, the wat ifs have been erased ekhanda, ib.p isisemlonyeni, so not only don't I get me fish and chips that I've been craving for since Noah landed , but ngibuyele amahumpty dumpty, ok and ibus fare yami ke?I want to turn ma cell off, kodwa , think ukuthi ok wat if its an emergency and she really needs to get to me.

Sengisebhasini on my way to the subway station, phone rings , and its her, ngenzeni manje, ngikidnowe, or ngidobhe? choice!!I pick up the phone and she tells me iphone ichitsheke eskhwameni.Asks where I am ngithi sengisesubway station , then she says wothi ngibuye ngizokuthatha, mina nah, coz ngilokhe ngivuvukile ngokuzonda.Gal sezs ah ngisuke ngaphuma . But mina am just determined to go home, and take ma shower and jump to bed, forget the craving for inhlanzi , lost ma appetite kudala, will drown ma self in chips and chocolate.

Am I too emotional? Maybe, remember I am a woman. Am I spoilt ? Maybe, but don blame me, blame the parents, I got almost everything I wanted and things went the way I wanted them to , and I guess I hope to get the same out of life, then again who am I fooling this aint the princess and the pea story, yimpilo.

Venting 01

Wow , sure been a while since I've posted something. Hope y'all are ready for my frustrations.

Here we go.Had a great Easter, took out the braids, and bless the souls of all those who offered to help take them out , but a sista just had to pass on the offers. Had someone take out 4 braids , and I had to say, "Sis , yehl' es'hlahleni." Mean just from 4 braids being pulled out , had a headache, kambe shuwa !! Some of us are blessed/cursed to have kinky mfushwa hair- on this occasion it was a curse.

Am singing next week at church, the second time I'm ever doing that. So I asked a coupla pple to back me up. Practise was to be on Easter Sunday , and I promised dinner and a movie afterwards. So sistagal gets busy buying all sorts of groceries and had a hard time carrying them , then we get to the cooking before Sunday Services which was suming , l mean l can cook , just hate doing so . I mean I hardly do major groceries coz I don cook, then only 3 pple pitch up. Honestly, wat happened to honoring promises. Ok wat abt all this food, I don have a Poppy or Rex to give it to.

Get to work on Monday boss, says I was supposed to have worked on Good Friday. So mina, I tell he's the one who screwed up he told me to take the day off. Tells me I will be paid for the day and have to work on a day when l am to be off.Doesn't want to write an explanation to Head Office xplaining the whole scenario, so much for trying to look Good.

Tuesday, had a Doc's appointment. Met with the surgeon , for my preop. consultation.Appt was at 11.30, sistagal , decided to step out of the 'always late because I am African' syndrome and gets there at 11.Doctor saw me at 1.30 pm and Miss me had to be at work 1pm.The receptionist was just one whore from hell, cranky and taking out all her frustrations on every1, thank heavens my friend was there to keep me sane, or else ngangiyatshiya ngichaye amathumbu.

Stay tuned more frustrations to come.

Avondale - Mardi Gras Pub Night

Had a crazy day at work today, managed to staple ma finger.

So, everyone seems to be stressed and low at work, and we've been pushing for a Beach Party. In about 2 weeks we will have a Mardi Gras Pub Night,this will for the residents and also a welcome for our new Administrator.We got to discuss about the drinks that will be served that night.

Some of the names mentioned were Fat Bastard which got a few come agains, but top of the class was a New Zealand wine called Cat's Pee on a Gooseberry Bush.This got a lot of people in stitches then followed by a whole lot of ewwwws.

Mina, being a non- alcohol drinker started wondering what it is that get's a person to pick a bottle of wine.Is it where it hails from , wat foods its goes with, the occasion or the shape of the bottle, the description or the name.

If l drank wine l would surely go for maybe Fat Bastard, and wouldn't settle for the Cat's Pee.Part of the description of Cat's Pee, goes like so, "...warm summer days and cool evenings have produced a wine with very strong gooseberry aromas and gentle hints of cat..."Again based on description I would pass, not so fond of cats, I hate them.

Then we go to the bottle , bottle is an ordinary wine bottle, just green, making the contents look like bile , and that still wouldn't capture ma heart.Looks like the cat that peed on the gooseberry bush was sick.For some reason though l find the name quite fascinating , and maybe that would be a good enuff reason for me to but a bottle.

The most logical reason(s) as to why l would find myself purchasing a bottle would be as a present for someone who enjoys it and/or there is a lil circle that says, "Helping the OSPCA to provide creature comfort.", so my buck will go towards a good cause as well.

At the end of the day, we decided that if indeed it was Cat's Pee , we would be in good business. Okay here goes ma business plan. We would plant some gooseberry bushes on the 3rd floor terrace, and seeing we have 2 residents with cats , put the cats on a strict liquid diet and just call the cats, "Here kitty, kitty!! come and pee on this gooseberry bush", Collect and bottle everything and sell it, and I ma frenz would be in business.

Case of mistaken identity( or is it really?)

Yesterday I missed church coz l forgot to change my clock and woke up quite late for the service.Later on during the day l called a friend to find out how church was and one of the first things she told me was that a fellow church member , umuntu oqamuka kwelakithi was in church , but she had come alone. Her son was at home recovering from an attack , and son is almost half blind in one eye.
Got a lil bit lost and asked the frendado to chachisisa.She said the cops had mistaken her son for someone else and they beat him up so bad that he hardly had any sight left in the one eye.The son, is just a quiet person who is all serious abt his studies and just an upright person trying to make it empilweni.
Just before I started doing this blog , I read wat a fellow sister had written, and it got me thinking.Firstly I hope the fellow who was a beaten will be fine, secondly shame on all u parents who teach kids how to be racists then when in public yell at the kid for exposing what u r really made of - u need to check yourselves, and stop being hypocrites
Back to my story , was it really a case of mistaken identity or just another black guy that seemed vulnerable and could easily be pounced on, and don tell me all black pple look alike coz u and I both kno that's a bunch of bulls***.Sengathi wona amaChinese or any other group of Asians abafani.Wat eva happened to asking for ID, and since when did amapolisa have the right to ukutshaya abantu?Yet if it happened in Zim, it would be called violation of human rights, and then poor country will be slapped ngamasanctions, lapha ke, kwenz'wani?
This ma friends happened in Canada, where we r told that there is no racism, a country said to have a strong belief in human rights, one of the most multicultural places that l've ever been to.
Racism exists and countries like Canada and England may try to sugar coat everything and make things seem normal yet who r they fooling really.Now if we get practical, why should the black man suffer, coz of the colour of his skin? whose fault is it anyways, did he ever chose to be black?Then u look at the Muslim or the Jew, oppressed coz of their religion, yet these are the same countries that tell u u have freedom of choice and that u have the right to whatever religion u choose to believe in.

We maybe hated kodwa we r the same race that pple will get out of their way to try to imitate.Ayisibo abelungu who go abt getting tans just to be darker skinned, and yet they hate us.Then again they do such things as breast augmentation, and u name the lists of all the yahoos they do just to be as curvy as the black woman. They get all these face lifts just coz they marvel at the black woman who ages with a few if not no wrinkles at all.Then as though its not enuff ukuthi inwele zethu azikhuli , they will still splash iz'mali ezishisile just to keep up with the fashionable hair styles of the black woman. It seems to me umlungu is quite uncomfy in his own skin

Then u ask y does the black person suffer , answer is simple abelungu ngamahater , they kno ukuthi bangaze bazame njani ukufana lathi they cannot , and as such they want to bring us down , and that is y we get all these racial slurs.Imagine the world without the black person and his inventions like the drum , mbira, marimba , and contributions to society.

lts abt time we realized that there is more to a human being than the colour of their skin.

Last night.....

...I spoke to another cousin of mine who lives in Vancouver. Yena her whole conversation was in English , mina ngitshaya ngolimi lwethu.I was hoping she would switch and tune in to ulimi lwethu oluhle but she didn't, then I got to understand why ma dad would get ticked off if all we did was converse in English, it was nothing personal towards the English lingo, guess old man feared one day our beautiful lingo would follow the dino and dodo to extinction.

Ever realize that the pple who don even kno isikhiwa sang'khona yibo abasithandayo. Not to say I am an English expert but am just comfy with the little I kno.

After the whole conversation, l had to play the rewind button to my life and ngapaka to when l was at Secondary School, back to the 3C classroom with u"Skindi" our english teacher.Skindi used to say,"Abanye benu isikhiwa liyasephula lisithi phaqa!!" and he was very right.He was a very good teacher, learnt a lot from him, and lets just say u would count your lucky stars if u managed to scrape a mere 30 % in his class.

One time when asked to write some essays, some gal decided she was going to impress the teacher. Nangu umntwana ebhala, '... birds of the same feather xhibit(to be pronounced as zhibit) within the same proximity...', and another guy wrote,'...he made he hold a stone...' (Direct translation of 'wangibambisa ilitshe')Ayisikho lakuqaqeka on that day, by the end of the term the gal's nickname changed from 'one metre' to 'xhibit'(no reference or relation to the rapper/actor )

We seem to forget that in the process of communicating , our ultimate goal is to convey a message that is to be understood , so we get feedback.So why not keep it simple, achieve your goal and save yourself from being called 'xhibit', and if that don work tune to olwakithi , and u'll neva go wrong , besides u'll get to use some expressions u can neva translate to the English Lingo.

Please don get me wrong, it is good to learn other languages, but remember to be proud of yours too its a great part of who u r.

"I just wanna dance..."

Had a great week so far. Wat better way to end it than to end it ngokutebha(ukugida).After all been a long time.

Thanx to hi5, I got connected to a cousin of mine , last saw him at his Bro's wedding in '98, the first wedding where l actually shed tears.U see the groom had been in Botswana , and the Tuesday before his wedding, yena and his bhururus were driving from his parents farm Esigodini, to Bulawayo. Guy fell asleep on the wheel as they were approaching a bridge and car lost control. All four of his frenz died and he alone survived. So guy had to tie the findo , arm in cast ikhanda limangobongobo and stitches all over, and yeah , lami who's as hard as stone ngazibona sengichiphiza.

Yeah , so yithi labo with long lost cousin , 'tichitaura nyaya just general (over skype of course) sipping on the minerals', well ngingazi yena but mina , was on water.

This has just been a great week , I just feel good, have always been afraid of saying so , coz the last time I sed l felt great was the day ma dad died .

Work is good settling in quite well into ma new post, new boss is great. Started work at 1pm namuhla, worked till nine , coz my workplace served as a poll station. Day went by great till ngama9pm , just before l left work. To cut a long story short , lets just say this woman who was manning one of the stations, 'ubekhonkhotha ', now l don mean barking nah l mean umfazi ubenuka, don even think a dead corpse would be any match for her.My heart just goes out to the poor kid who had to sit beside her from ekuseni today, mina l would have passed out.

Anyway we all turned around and made fun of the whole situation, too bad its one more day before the weekend then its "asipo haapo", okunguyoyo kube sekujaiva,ngibesengisithi bunandi come kill me !!!

As one person once sed, " In life u always got to have amaliabilities." Bambuza abantu bathi, " Wat sort of liabilities?" Yena he answered back saying, "Liabilities such as ukutebha( dancing)."
Lami l think to some extent l have adopted that way of thinking , so good weekend to u all , while some of us pursue" life's liabilities" . Asazi wawu ngaphi nginandelwa eCanada, tshephuza wena!!!

Wat is written on the very top of this page?

I think it was mentioned from kudala that "... you can't keep me down I was born to fly!!"

So here I am no longer a Guest Attendant but a Concierge.In other words I got a promotion. While it might not seem as much , I just say to God be the Glory. You see I am no longer at the bottom , I am now part of the Management team, and with that comes a lot of goodies , for instance l no longer get to wear that ugly uniform, I work shorter hours , u kno the regular 9- 5 shift( before I worked from 7pm- 7am), I eat at work (saves me a lot , coz I hate cooking) and so on.

Well, this is how I came abt my new position.For weeks I was quite frustrated at work and was slowly planning to quit my job, I'd even gone for a job interview which l did well in.
So, here l am on a lazy beautiful Wednesday l decided I was going to pop in at work to drop off some magazines.What do u kno my Supervisor tells me abt a vacant position, and tells me she thinks l should go for it.(God bless her soul) So l applied for the position at 12midday and by 5pm l had the job - Isn't God good.

I am not yet flying but on my way there- so u convinced now that I was born to fly .If not stay tuned and before long I will be flying.

go ahead smile and spread some cheer.

It is quite a simple task really, and other than shedding a few calories you really don't have nothing else to lose.And the it in question is what is known as a smile.

Who ever said that saving the world needed a superhero, nah just smile, it will do the trick.When you meet someone just give them a true smile- u kno the one that comes from deep down, not a 'plastic' one.You'll feel great and they'll feel great too.

The next time u feel , angry or upset try this - it works guaranteed!!, grab a mirror or just look at yourself in the mirror, the moment u see that angry face starring back at you , smile , it will release some feel good hormones,and sooner or later u feel great.

Besides, it has been said that it takes about 45 muscles to frown.Frowning causes wrinkles, and I'm yet to come across that individual who looks great when frowning, so rather than waste away your life do something beneficial to you and other people: go ahead get your smile on and spread some cheer.

Masterpiece in my own.

So many times I've had people tell me wat they think l should be doing with my life .

While it is sometimes much appreciated to have the advice l get from friends, l sometimes feel a lil bit offended. Half the time they think they kno me, and feel I am making the biggest mistakes of my life.Well why don u just let me do it on my own, let me be me.After all it has been said that "...experience is the best teacher ." and that we all learn from our mistakes.

When we look at a baby , it is in falling that the baby learns to take its first few steps and those lead to sprints.

Please don't even venture down the comparison road where just coz your young sibling is doing dentistry at some college , you feel l should do that same.Well did it eva occur to u that that might not be ma calling and just coz it works for him don mean its going to work for me. Then u turn around and think l should do such and such, thanx for the great advice kodwa wena wat r u doing abt your own life- check your self . Maybe its abt time u became practical abt your own advice. Besides who's given u the right to speak into my life , l mean if u don't pray don't even say anything pertaining to ma life.

So thanx for the great words and for cutting me up and bringing me down , all u've done really is made me stronger and just coz l don dress like u don't mean l got no fashion sense, maybe l'm just 'so originale' and coz u can't embrace that u feel u gotta say something, before u say anything, again l say, "check yourself". Is wat u are going to say going to be good for me or it's going to get me worked up then before u kno it u are getting some verbal diarrhea from me.


"I'll live the way I live, no matter wat, I'll keep it real, coz it's time for me to do it on my own." Don't make yourself a self- appointed manager of ma life, coz even l maself am not in the driver's seat. Face it I am me and was neva designed to be like u, so stop trying to make me a replica of u , coz all I is, is a masterpiece in ma own.