CHOOSING MY HARD

This has been by far my most sickly year. I have had hectic Tonsillitis: which had me in bed for two whole days. And recently I have had two encounters of  "Inyongo" (that is when the bile in your gallbladder acts up) one of which I am recovering from now.  I have never experienced so much nausea in my life and to think how much most preggies women and chemotherapy patients have to endure is way beyond me, I truly found new respect for both.
Like most of us (if not all of us) I hate being sick. I hate being confined to a bed and not having the strength to do as I will with my body its frustrating and just down right irritating. After the Tonsillitis saga I hadn't given much thought to what could have caused it and I didn't really care much, I was just glad I was well again, but with the first Inyongo experience I just knew that my body was complaining  and just had enough of my  unhealthy eating. I went through the nausea and vomiting and thought that was it, no need for caster oil or any other laxative for that matter, I was sorted for the year, so I thought.

 Well right now I am recovering from my second Inyongo and I feel guilty and defeated. I am guilty because even though my body sent me a warning not so long ago, I still ignored it and I am defeated because it (my body) has shown me that its not just my own to do as I will but it is Gods temple and MUST be treated as such...and in all honesty my body has been way too kind; looking at my history with food. It is high time that I re-commit (physically and spiritually) to healthy eating and regular cadio...its not an easy road to travel but then again which is?  

"Losing weight is hard.
 Maintaining weight is hard.
 Staying fat is hard.
 Choose your hard!"
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Peace.Joy.Love!

#PicStory001: The Princess and the bookshelf

Once in Africa...

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE END! :)

 

 

Peace,Love&Joy!

MY CROWN, MY FREEDOM

Before the haircut!

I locked my hair because I wanted freedom. I had shaved off my sleek relaxed bob and without my consent the hair dresser cut a whole centimetre more than what we had agreed on...and I know that this has happened to a whole lot of sisters out there, when minutes after the consultation the hair dresser starts with the shady politician tendencies and does not deliver the promised goods...I have resolved that there are three things that ladies should stop looking for and just let God bring to them  that is; the perfect pair of jeans, the unerring hairdresser and Mr Right (FOR YOU!!)

After hair cut

I left the salon feeling more relieved than I had expected, even with the dreaded 1 cm shorter haircut. I got home stood in front of the mirror and I was satisfied and ready for freedom! My hair was easy to wash and comb, easy to base and hair food consumption drastically dropped. I dyed my hair cherry red, then "Passion" plum; it was a really good season. And as all seasons begin; they must come to an end too! A new season had come; I finally locked my afro. Now I must say that I really feel robbed because what happened next was really not part of the deal or I must have missed the fine print when I signed this bugger!! 

Instead of what I thought would be a stroll on the clouds (while eating ice-cream) this is what I got:

After the 8 hours of waiting!

·         To get my hair locked by the best in town I had to wait 8 hours, a whole working day to get my hair done!! 8 hours!!!

·         I then had to come back every two weeks for a treatment, mind you I am just a student at that time and as for most students financial statuses , it’s really more famine than feasts and I was no different.

·          And when I had managed to get enough money I still had to wake up early in the morning to get to the hair joint before it was opened so I could at least leave before lunch time.

Hooked Up by Brother Mike

·         Even though I was guaranteed to leave looking extra good, I really didn’t feel good because my poor locks would be pulled so hard as result of styling. I definitely did not anticipate that I would put myself through such torture!   

I then finally had a meeting with myself and said ‘self, enough is enough!’ From that day I decided that would tend to my hair and let someone else handle it on special occasions. I’m glad I made that decision, even though I struggled a bit at first but now, I pat myself on my back, after all, ayikho indlovu esindwa umbombo wayo! I’m less frustrated, my hairline is healthy and I haven’t combed my hair in more than two years!! Now that’s my idea of   FREEDUUUM!!



My crowm of FREEDUUUM!

 

 

Memoirs of a Zulu Girl

Meeting up with my girls earlier today I decided to ditch my usual laid back student outfits for  a POWER cum HIRE ME NOW outfit; a cobalt blue tailored dress with zipper detail, red leather wedge sandals and gold tiered ear candy, modest make-up and lots of pale pink gloss!! Oh and a black figure belt, yessss I also I have a “figure”, it’s wider but it’s a figure none the less!!

So I’m waiting for my friends to pitch up and this bhuti comes up to me and greets and offers to buy me uphuthu and ubhontshisi...I didn’t even laugh, I politely said ‘no thanks’, he then offered phuthu and imfino...>Ja neh! < I kindly rejected his request yet again with a smile which grew into one of my best laughs today!

I really thought that I looked more like a salad, sushi and pink drink kinda girl today but somehow the Zulu me overtook the à la mode me like a South Beach taxi on a pay day Friday afternoon; forget The Wheel and UShaka Marine, this taxi is going straight to e-renki!!

I am however glad that with all western adornments my Africanism still shines through!  So if you see me dressed to the 9’s and nibbling on igwinya spare me the snobby look, it doesn’t suit you!!

Love&Serve!

Made in Heaven

Over the few past months my friend and I have shared this intense appreciation and love for nature, from sunsets to blooming trees and farm life. We are just in awe of how God created the world and us on it! I took it a step further though and Im just so fascinated by the diversity of Africans, how our skin tones and hair textures differ they way we speak and our mannerisms.

God is truly the Creator, imagine a world where we all spoke one language, dressed, sang and shared the same cultural practices, it would be a pweetty dull world!

In my sad and horrible moments, moments where I feel I have no puropse, after the pre-party for the pity party, I take a moment and think about the work of Gods hand...I was perfectly tailor-made by Him for Him, He thought of including me in His creation, to play my role...that thought alone is enough to get me going again1

I am HEAVENLY MADE!!

RAISED BY A VILLAGE

On our way to celebrate my little sister passing  matric, our aunt (family friend) called to congratulate her. My mom passed the phone to my sister and as per my culture, my sister responded with endless polite 'yebos' (yes) and 'ngiyabongas' (thank you's). About 30 seconds into their conversation, my sisters responses where awkwardly softer, after she had hung up, she told us that Aunty Noma just started crying while they where talking >>> ThAt AwKwArD MoMeNt<<< we laughed because we knew it was tears of joy...

Whenever I think back to this moment I am reminded of the love that I grew up surrounded by. I was not raised by my mom alone, but by our helpers, family friends and loving neighbours. Discipline had no home, I got a hiding  from the neighbour or at a friend's house, I was never hungry nor destitute. Every parent took it upon themselves to make sure that we were safe, fed and spanked! All in the name of love. Yes there were horrible parts of childhood that left scars but it could have been worse without the love and care that God had placed in these women.

I was truly raised by a village and I hope and pray that one day, I'm given  the selfless and loving  opportunity to raise a village!