I have decided to dedicate this page to my late husband Lesley Sekoto who died in a car accident on 8th July 2017.
Friday, 27 January 2012
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Get new things for free, for yourself
The opposite of old is not young; the opposite of old is new. I'm not about to preach but get this; the passing of years doesn't age us. What wrinkles us up is when we stop reaching for new experiences (and orgasms). Think about a time you were really looking forward to something. How your heart pounded and you felt so alive.
Every time we say yes to a new experience we open our heart and foster ...vitality. Begin to practice experiencing the NEW in your life in small ways; eat something different for lunch, stop eating KFC everyday man! Take a different way to work. Well except of course if you're taxi commuter. Askies. Read for half an hour instead of watching TV. Shelve the porn DVDs especially if u don't have new ones. These small changes will open the door to bigger changes and before you know it you'll be new again. You'll still have your wrinkles, but feeling new. Good morning gogos and mkhulus!
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
2011 Matric results reaction by Nanny Alidah Kabini
As long as a Black child walks more than a kilometre to school...as long as kids who attend farm schools work on the farms...as long as some pupils attend 'classes' under a tree...I can't celebrate the results...90% of this pupils will be unemployed and resort to nyaope to pass time, a few will end up in jails...a margin of them will be taking life time loans to further their studies...only a handful will be admitted at The University of Cape Town, Wits, Stellenbosch and Tukkies, because they did Maths Literacy (1 + 1= 2) instead of Mathematics to up the pass rate...Our Education system is fucked up!! And congratulations to the Republic of the Western Cape for their achievement!! By NAK
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
This is for the broken-hearted
Today and especially tonight I remember and hold in my prayers those aspects of self and my fellow human beings who are experiencing a time of darkness that makes the promise of the returning light feel like an empty daydream. For all those who are feeling lost in the darkness, overwhelmed with loss, unsure of their ability or willingness to continue...may those individuals or aspects of...self ...lean a little into the faith of those who, in this moment, remember and experience the promise of the returning light. For all those sitting in the darkness of confusion and not-knowing, of grief or despair...may they feel tonight that someone sits with them, holding in their hearts the seemingly impossible promise of the growing lightTime heals
Time forces us into a corner, wags its finger and cautions us to move on. This happens in the form of friends, neighbours and colleagues. They are the transport out of our misery and sorrow. The hugs, the genuine "how are you?" in our daily greetings. That's time. It heals. Very slowly though. Sometimes I'd want to stay and mourn forever because I felt a smile was betrayal to the one I mourn. But as time goes by, I feel left behind. I want to move on or else I risk exploiting the hugs, the genuine "how are you?" and the support of friends. So time pulled me aside, wagged its finger and told me to move on. And I submit. I have time on my side. Good morning friends!
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