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.