Random Mambo Jumbo

In exactly one week, I leave for BC. I am so excited, i can hardly do any work. Malaika is on this weekend so it will be going down. I just can't help it but I find myself listen to some tunes and just breaking it down just about anywhere. As a matter of fact yesterday 2 guys even yelled " we see you sister." Some think I am a loonie bin case ... mina I just term it Living my life like its Golden. Did I mention that my hair is still not yet done, and those of you who know me know that I have some kinky hair, I do not even know what I will be wearing to this Malaika thing....seems to me the only thing I know is the which purse I will be carrying on that day. Then again I inherited a do-it all- last- minute syndrome from my dad, come Saturday everything will be full circle. I aint bragging but I am one of those people who can work up an outfit from any angle - from shoe up - or from purse both ways.

Imagine the disappointment if Malaika do not show...... well I will be pissed then again , I do see myself hitting a club, for th efirst time in years ukuthi ngiqedisela idlabuzane lami.

I haven't packed anything for my trip... ahh well we'll leave it to the last minute. Somehow I seem to enjoy rather perform well when working under pressure- will probably pack in the morning a few hours before I leave.

Lastly, on a more cheery(if ever there is a word like that) I got a promotion! ( Yeah or in vernecular mpulululu! or better yet ezandlen' ezandleni!) I move into my office sometime when I get back from vacation! This is Surreal...yimi lo esengilokuyi hofisi! Do not wish to be in my shoes, because you do not know the price i paid to get here. It has been blood sweat and tears topped with lots of frustrations, and coupled with lotsa ounces of wanting to throw in the towel, but thank God I made it , not in my own strength but in HIS.Do not get me wrong , I love my job and all, but I find that my last few months were coupled with what seemed like more valleys than mountain tops. Thank God because he is the same God on the mountain top and on the Valley floor. All hounour and Glory goes to Him, all I can say to the big guy is good looking out! I am BLESSED, and as always "you can't keep me down, I was born to fly!"

being thankful.

One Sunday morning I was watching Joel O'Steen preaching on TV. And the story he started off with was of a certain individual( can't remember if it was a man or a woman)This person could not talk and was bed-ridden. If he/she wanted something to be done for him he would scream. He/she had a different scream for each task. The most difficult scream to attend to was when the person had an itch. Sure enough he would scream and the attendant would come but would never know where to scratch.

Too many a time we take things for granted and we forget to give thanks for the simplest tasks. Everyday I would thank God for the breath of life and all the other things he has blessed me with, up until I began to tell myself that my prayer was redundant and I stopped thanking God for the breath of life.

A few nights back, I was having difficulty breathing. I tried taking my puffers and that did not work. My chest felt so tight as though someone was standing on it. Then it hit me - at any point this could be the end of me. As I was gasping for breath, I suddenly realized how important it is.

Yesterday I went to see my cousin who hasn't been feeling well. When I saw her I almost fainted. Up until yesterday I had never seen or heard of the disease she has. She has ulcer like sores all over her face, and other parts of her body. The disease is a rare condition called Behcet's disease. There is no known cause and nore cure for it. Treatments available are to ease pain and inflammation. It is a chronic disease and she might go into remission and it could relapse.

So many times we complain about petty little things in life yet there are people who have it worse of than us. There are many people suffering in this world be it incurable diseases, wars famine, oppression, floods, and other natural diseases, yet we never realize how good we have it. We never give thanks, let alone lift up all those suffering people up in prayer. Remember the parable of the ten pounds (Luke 19:11- 27)... the servant who never used his was stripped off of his pound and it was given to the servant who had ten pounds.

If you do not appreciate what God has blessed you with he will take it away from you and HE will bless someone who is more appreciative of his blessings.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

Just the other day my friend and I decided to go to a particular mall we hadn't been to in a while. While waiting for the streetcar, I ran into a gentleman from the Carribean. He was sitting in the bus shed which has a no smoking sign and he was just puffing away. I got in the shed and soon as I noticed that he was smoking I just stepped out of the shed, but before I stepped out of the shed he started hollering at me. Mina zwi, then he just started cursing at me , again I kept my cool.

Ahh anyway ngithi yebo ngikubonile. Frendado and I get off at the subway station and as we are walking and chit chatting, some guy just grabs me by the arm. Mina I just turned around and yelled , "Don't touch me!" then I think to myself watever happened to "excuse me" looks like more pple have bhinya mentality.

Last night I was at a housewarming party and I must say I enjoyed myself up until the very last minute when someone spoilt all my fun. There were lots of people and I was looking for a friend so I could give her my digits. There were mainly guys in the passage way, and I passed by one decided to be a bit showy and grab my booty. I spun around with the fastest 360 degrees I've ever done and hand landed on face with some slaps, with me saying "Ungihloniphe" and I walked away. All the dudes there were surprised and someone uttered " aaaah usis' lo uyadelela" and were trying to instigate a fight.

Later on the guy comes up to me and says, " Ahhh bengazi ukuthi ngizonda so!" Mina "how could you possibly do this to me, mina ngikuhlonipha njengobhud' wami? Since ubufuna ukubonakala ubuzezwa njani ngalami I turned around and dragged you outside by your testicles sayayiqedisela phandle? " Dude zwi.... and I asked him again, to which he answered, " his testicles are not what make him who he is. Mina " my booty doesn't make me who I am" and I walked away.

Now fellas if I choose not to talk to you, its my decision please respect it. It does not make me a whore and all the other slurs you hurl @ ladies. Do not just grab women, we are humans and not objects, and above all just because you've had a few drinks at a party it doesn't not give you the right to step out of your shoes as a human, uthole umuntu sethabe ngomsila njengenja, and they feel they start grabbing people's bootyz. Respect is reciprocal - you respect me and I respect you.