Posted by: Gatsby in Untagged on
Sep 05, 2008
Sometimes my mind go of galavanting on its own, digs up this extravagant thoughts and rushes back to my heart and soul, showcasing its finds. One such find was imaging God as a mean spirited God, who is thoroughly enjoying our futile attempts at making sense of our world and all the WHY`s that goes with it. I imagined a God who was playing a sick joke on all humankind...the conducter,composer,choreographer of His own little freak show...the ultimate JOKER.
My mind would then quickly do the math, searching my brain for validity to this claim, eagerly waiting for confirmation to finally lay to rest this sickening WHY that follows me wherever I go.Just as quickly as the thought came up, with even more speed the realization comes with logic refuting it outright, and here is why;
If God was just a meany, why take the time to create such a beautiful world? Why give us the best of Himself (via nature) if we are merely pawns in His sick game?
- Why create beings that has the choice to accept or reject His presence? If you were to design a "game" would you not ensure the "subjects in the game" always stay loyal to you, after all you gave it life?
- And if life is just a sick game designed for humans by an unloving God, why is love the apex for all humankind. This thing called love that has the ability to transform, renew, restore us humans into The Most Beautiful Creation ever.
Posted by: nish in Untagged on
Sep 05, 2008
My girls, Zayaan and Zafira. Fighters and Survivors!!!!
Both fought tooth and nail to be born into this world. Born almost 2 months premature,both have become my fighters. Their tenacity shows especially with Zayaan's personality. She has truly become my strength!!! My nunu punu!!!
Zafira also has a really special place in my heart. My pride!! My child that actually looks a lil like me. It's early to say but she too has a bit of a temper who everday amazes me. 2 months old and fondly known as , My Boebela!!!
My morning routine, Get up for prayers, Get done for work, Move them into our bed, kiss them goodbye and leave. Today however, I did not move them , I let them sleep. I kiss them goodbye and whisper sweet messages to them, you know the usual "Daddy loves you" "I'm gona miss you" "Be good for mommy" "Love you sister" etc ... but today, I added something " I'm coming home early" and in a flash, Zayaan was awake. "Where my Dadda?" "Dadda gona make salaah?". So kiss her again, and tell her that I will be home early today. Lay her on her pillow and close her eyes and off to sleep she goes.
My kids are my life! I may not be the best dad in the world but I sure as hell am gona try. I may not give them all that their hearts desire but what I give them will be the best. I dread the day when I hear the screams across the room "I hate you daddy". That day I will make sure to let them know that I will love them no matter what. I will ensure they know that I am always there for them. They will never be left wanting or wondering where their daddy is.
Posted by: JuimesBruin in Untagged on
Sep 05, 2008
I'm am jus plain and simple wiellietjie choeps and tires with this stuff. I have too much stock.
So I am urgently selling all of my ISSUES. And jus like a charro is all going for half price.
Some are brand spanking new, like the peeps that are gonna tell me that I should've posted this on the 4SALE phorum.
Some are approved used issues...some are issues I didn't know I had..and some are issues people have wit me.
Here the down low on the goods to go.
This special once in a lifetime offer comes with :
Relationship issues.
This has become too big for me...I prefer relationboats.
Issues included here are:
Creative Lying skills for an honourable reasons, and still getting the hell skelled out of me.
Not understanding that theres a difference between paying for sex and paying for sex in a relationship.
Thinking that jewelry = blowjobs
Thinking that BJ's are not cheating...Can you define the term blowjob..that word does not constitute sex.
And for all those lotto winners out there
Finance issues
Tired of have having a saltless end of the month salty crack.
Dealing with loan sharks, loan tigers and even loan monkeys.
Having to corrupt bruin-ou's working in da bank to slaat ‘n smok.
Having to shuffle bills...you know pay markhams this month and edgars only next month. I'm probably gonna end up paying for my funeral 2 years after I have died. Having an entertainment allowance that comes from not paying other accounts.
Not having people comprie (going half & half) when buying alcohol...and its always the leiseste peeps who suip the most.
But that's not all, you also get
Law issues
Having my own keys to the courts want ek loop so baie hof. Paying papshelt for 5 years and then finding out the kid-ou is not my laaitie. Ek was getrap.
My issue with drinking and driving...I don't have an issue with this but the meddies and gattas do. I personally think it an art form and should be listed as a national sport in the Olympics.
Having a gold plated name plate on a private cell in all police stations in Pretoria. I only have two bronze plated ones in JHB so far.
Gattas troubling me when I just wanna blom and drink somewhere. There's no fuggen signs that say drinking is not allowed at the parking lot of the traffic department.
Are you tired of having fat issues, well say no more I say...here you can have thin issues
Weight issues.
So I'm a maar gat with a boeppens. I'm am still in shape. That is a shape !!!!
So what if I am on a whiskey diet, I lose 7 days...I never said I'm dieting to lose kilograms.
I am told that drinking and throwing up is not a diet....what the fug..it then worked for Kate Moss.
I have a high metabolism and I like it..go toor some one else you....CENSORED
Do you have no stress at work, do you have nothing to do...is your name MUNKY..we have the issues for you here
Work issues
So I love my job and I'm successful...doesn't mean I'm sleeping with tha boss.
If I'm babelaas at work and stinking like I played on the mine dumps near horseshoe..doesn't mean that I will forget what...uhmm...uh...vitsek I work fuggen hard to look busy.
It shows creativity at work to be able to make excuses like " I died last nite and have to make funeral arrangements today." I am complitent to wek hat four my chelletes
Included in the offer, the all new and improved...
Jealousy issues
Eish I put the lousy in jealousy. Even though it seems I have everything...I don't wanna be a lonely fool....damn Riggs for putting that song in my head.
Got lost there a moment...It seems I have everything mense but I'm just as lys as you...I have skills on how to hide it.
Whats up wif the ou-ens en the car jealousy...fuggen shyte. Cos I'm driving a BMW now I skinnered about that I have a klein tottiekie. Stupits...My first car was a mini and nobody called me JB groot piel then. Also cos I'm driving a slut...doesn't mean I'm after your toothless, kroes hare het lankal opgegee en huis toe gechise, skool mattress ghetto bicycle, koekie het dredds en lyk soos ‘n vrot patat met sour cream dip, lyse tussen die lieste, spyt haar kielie blye met doom, hoer van ‘n slet gadagtes en gang bang LADY...of the night.
Sien julle wat se kak en mee moet deal. Die shyte is for free..a give-away. No refunds.
The above issues automatically leads to the below issue at no extra cost...Just like kissing causes sex and then you getrap and the you go crazy...
Mentality issues
I was a scizo, but were fine now. If I come up with sumthing that people don't understand is not cos I'm fugged up, it's cos I think outside of the box that the box came in. People can't understand that I do not suffer from insanity but enjoy every moment of it. Like when I'm scizo...I'm neva alone...I hals myself without having to hurt anybody and if I become a bit psyco I can help myself beat myself up. I'm then my own best friend and worst enemy.
Become temporary insane and putting on a maak laat ek vris lyk vessie used to work when I had a gun...nou I jus get gemoer...this issue discounted by 95%
Is that all, no sannie..we mos not that tite assed...we don't sell you rice by the number or atchaar by the mangoes...what you've all been waiting for...the cream of the dop...
Chat addiction
Eish not an easy issue to handle...ne FOXXY wat al lankal wou retire en is nog steeds a die hard. I chat cos I was once funny (dronk) en now I seek attention. I can't handle it anymore. I am now drinking and surfing and it is cutting into my drinking and driving hobby.
I never used to believe strange people...but that's all over now...Now I believe people when they say they 22 when they really 26 and the next day they 20. I still luvs ya CHAN...age ain't nutting but a number.
Forgetting that chatting honestly anonomously don't work when chat in reality. Cos reality is just a figment of the imagination of a sober mind.
If I don't stop here I'm pretty soon gonna have a : trying to hard to be funny and get attention in a phorum that no-one except the DIE HARDS read issue.
All issues sold are non returnable and not refundable...vitsek...ek het jou nie geforce of met ‘n stomp byl geslaan nie. Gaan haal jou thugs...ek het nog my skiet enige fukker just cos I can issue.
All issues are used at your own risk..if you a stupid american that can't think for youself about the dangers of the issues you buy...we recommend you bring along a 4 year old south African to advise you...If you still try and sue me I haals you wit my "los bitches by florida lake issue" or my "los daai p0*es wat my cousin met ‘n roshie will gedrug het se kaal gat in soweto in" issue.
Please send your your cash, cheques and welfare money to :
JB (PeeEishDee, BDronk; Carling university sports bar in colab wit nite spot worsrolletjies)
Hoek van dop en drink. Teenoor die munisipale skud - Nee foxxy, dis nie ‚n bash nie dis die SPCA.
Featherfoot farm
PO cardboardBOX 696969
Suip Africa
Delivery courtesy of pierie wierie
Current Account-after payment it will be history and you be da suckers.
Number I124q2ni8
Please note:
All names and faces in the above topic has been changed to protect the not so innocent and to use it against them until further developments....
PUBLIC NOTICE AS REQUIRED BY LAW: Any Use of These Issues, in Any Manner Whatsoever, Will Increase the Amount of Disorder in the Universe. Although No Liability Is Implied Herein, the Consumer Is Warned That This Process Will Ultimately Lead to the Heat Death of the Universe. These issues warp time and space in their vicinity. Mass of These Issues Contains the Energy Equivalent of 85 Million Tons of TNT per Net Ounce of Weight
Posted by: ern18 in Untagged on
Sep 04, 2008
So, today I decide it's finally time I make my way to the hairdresser here. Haven't done it mostly 'cos the rand/pound exchange scares me. But, I decided - lemme suck up and deal.
Off I go...and TWO and a HALF HOURS later I walk out!
Now, we're all accustomed to waiting to get our hair done...but never ever have I waited that long while blowdrying etc etc.
It was TWO HOURS from the time they started blowdrying my hair until the last snip of the scissors, paying and then making a hasty retreat - with my hoodie on (seeing how it's raining AGAIN!) - out the hair salon.
It took them TWO HOURS what I do myself in 45 MINUTES! And their saving grace was the hair straightener because I was preparing myself to come home and doing it all over in a much shorter time span.
And the small talk. I don't like small talk at the hairdresser. Do my hair - it's all I'm paying you for. I don't want to offload anything of any sort thanks much. Boy, do I regret mentioning I'm a SAffa - although there was no real way around that. Yeah sure SOUTH africa is part of AFRICA but it is not exactly close to GHANA or anywhere else for that matter!
Anyway! It's done now. looks ok and all....and I shall spare you what I payed for a simple wash, cut, blow adn treatment cos ya'll will faint!
Posted by: chisel in Untagged on
Sep 04, 2008
Remember
Remember that your presence is a present to the world.
Remember that you are a unique and unrepeatable creation.
Remember that your life can be what you want it to be.
Remember to count your blessings, not your troubles.
Remember that you'll make it through whatever comes along.
Remember that most of the answers you need are within you.
Remember those dreams waiting to be realized.
Remember that decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Remember to always reach for the best that is within you.
Remember that nothing wastes more energy than worry.
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Remember that the longer you carry a grudge, the heavier it gets.
Remember not to take things too seriously.
Remember to laugh.
Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot goes forever.
Remember that happiness is more often found in giving than getting.
Remember that life's treasures are people, not things.
Remember that miracles still happen.
Posted by: Nilkies in Untagged on
Sep 04, 2008
It came to me like an epiphany - like a sudden AHA! moment after much ponderance over why, what and when I just suddenly realized: Hy fokken gaan so aan omdat hy hy is en nie omdat ek ek is nie and with that knowledge it's so much more easier to deal with him and his "identity crisis" or whatever it's called nowadays. I'm sure you ladies know what i'm talking about and men don't act like you don't know about that phenomenon. It's the after the honeymoon phase wa hy hom net k@k hou en aangaan as if it's all about him and y'all two being in a relationship is because he's doing you a favour and he knows (not thinks) that he's better than last year when you kept him at a distance whilst he was pursuing you and he was still the "outsider within" and this year is mos kla gekry and after all those positions (some very flexible ones) he's left you feeling like the "insider without"!
And now with greater awareness after my month of nilkies-investigations whereby i indeed probed myself and even adjusted my eating habbits for fear that it might be my physical appearances that has caused him to be so "ashes" (Cringe - yes i did, but not to starving point - Jinne glad nie!) , i've consoled myself with the thought that it's his baby. Hy moet ma sis want is da wa ek nie gaan onder lui nie. I will boost myself the way I've done before he was next to me and in the meantime, terwyl hy besluit what's going on in that well-rounded head of his, it gives me time to go out with the mama sitas again and up my social status, of hoe? i can't put my life on hold until further notice and i suppose the more pressure i apply, the more he'll withdraw. So in my schwakheid (in my moment of weakness), gaan ek ma beter as laas maand aangaan. He has a month though to either come right or move to the left, to the left because a girl can only wait so long (that is if she is willing to wait) and he marzen think that with festive coming soon that this kinda behavior is acceptable want is da wa ek die chains en ringe en teddies ook for that matter gaan pan vir groove geld. LOL. Oh yes I did just say that.
So bid tog asb for a positive outcome for the sake of my relationship. But do know that even though i'm in my schwakheid, da is gn manier that i'll allow myself to further become a victim that's wounded in the battle of love. Nooit!
Peace.
Posted by: nish in Untagged on
Sep 04, 2008
I'm a bit pissed off!!! For a few days now, there have been topics about religion and was amazed at the intolerance some of us have towards other peoples religions. It's actually sad that in todays day and age we still have discrimination and hatred based on religion. However, that's not why I'm so angry.
What pisses me off is the lack of Muslim interaction. Somebody is attacking us and where are you? On occasions this week and last week when there were religious debates and Islam was slandered, nobody stood up to say "Whoa.... Stop the cart right there!!". Slinging matches were going back and forth and not a single muslim made their voice known. Was it out of fear of being discovered that you are in fact a muslim and proud to be one? In fact the most vocal defender of muslims was actually a Christian fellow and I commend him for his efforts and Thank him. So Spiderman, I thank as a muslim for having our back.
Now back to where my muslim brothers and sisters were. Why do we feel the need to hide the fact that we muslim. It was stated in a thread that we are the monority religion in our country and why should the major religions bow down to ours. How can we possibly want other religions to bow down to us if we can't even fight to preserve the good name of our own religion. In anonymity we hide our religion out of fear of being ostricised. Pisses me off. We are proud people and have to be proud about our way life.
Posted by: chisel in Untagged on
Sep 03, 2008
If you don't know GOD, don't make stupid remarks!!!!
A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan . One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a member of the ACLU.
One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes."
The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting."
It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence.
The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, "What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?" The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting America's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So, He sent me."
Posted by: chisel in Untagged on
Sep 03, 2008
What is a friend?
A friend is someone who listens
Is there through thick and thin
Gives praise and understanding
Mends the hurt
A friend will pass the judgment
Accepts us as we are
Will lend an ear or shoulder
Whether near or far
At times if we should stumble
Or somehow lose our way
Friends will be the stepping stone
And show us the light
They'll laugh with us when happy
And cry with us when blue
Will love without conditions
Hearts, sincere and true
What is a friend, the question
The answer, very clear
A friend is YOU, for certain
My gift from God, I'm sure!!!
Thank you for being in my life!!!
Posted by: nish in Untagged on
Sep 03, 2008
Ok, it's the fasting month and although this has nothing to do with the topic, I just had to throw it in there for effect. So after having Sehri (early morning meal before we start fasting), I go for my morning prayers and my wife and kids oblivious to the fact that I'm not there are sleeping blissfully.
I come home after morning prayers and sit and read a bit and throw in a load of washing. While the washing is going, I pop onto my bedroom and check on my wife ...Fast asleep ... Check on the girls, also fast asleep. Move them from their cot and bed into our bed ... Now all three my girls are sleeping soundly in one bed ...
So I go and have a shower, all fresh for the day ahead, I come back down and put in another load of washing and proceed to my room where I get done for work now ... Catching a glimpse of my girls and how sweet they all look when they asleep, I can't help but think how lucky I am. I must have done something good to have three georgeous girls in my bed .. lol
Watching them sleep made me want to get back into bed. Phone work and tell them "I'm taking a personal day" but I had to pry myself away because I have alot to get done. On my way to work, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly I did right to deserve all three my girls! I racked my brain till almost all the way to work and decided to just say "Thank You God/Allah. You have blessed me with abundance!"
Posted by: Eschel in Untagged on
Sep 03, 2008
Sexual promiscuity in my workplace is rising on all fronts its at a all time high and this is no joke I’m talking about the whole damn place has turned into a fucking whore house and this is not funny and the bunch leading the pack is management, with a drop of a hat thy can turn this thing into one big orgy, like a soap its playing off in front of my very eyes … unwanted pragnacies, divorce, broken homes, HIV test and even fights over dick are at the order of the day ( like Corrygee would say thy are all hoergatte)
But amidst all this lustful behavior arouse one man the other day to proclaim that he is twenty five and still a virgin…. in the smokers room nogaal……big fucking mistake !!!
He could not stop the guys from laughing, at first I also thought that it was funny here we have a young man at his sexual peak and he is not even attempting to get laid. So all the usual jokes came flying to him like an avalanche off shit… “Your dick is gona take its balls and leave man, you better get laid soon” was the last comment before I ask why?.......why are you not having sex? And of course his answer was already in my mind I knew what he was going to say….. “it’s a religious thing the Bible says its wrong” and just there… he was cut of from finishing his sentence buy a moer that I long suspected to be a gay still in the closet but banging one of my desperate managers that would not be able to find a man even if she pose kaal gat on BO …. “ja but sex is leker” and of course all the guys that was there agreed with one voice…and then the topic changed from not getting any to your first time and stories was swoped on how bad you must have been the first time, forgetting about this twenty five year old virgin who never had the pleasure of a woman…..
So I got to thinking what if I made the same decision that this young man made, what if I chose not to loose my innocence to a strange woman will it have made me a better person, would I have been strong enough to go without it for so long. Maybe I would have been very successful because if you’re a man sex tends to consume your whole live, maybe my school grades would have been better……. Or would it have made me just as emotional unstable as this young man coz apparently he’s got a pending sexual harassment / stalking case against his virgin ass….
Posted by: Aiden in Untagged on
Sep 02, 2008
I was invited to play golf with a group of guys. There were about 6 guys and two women and one of the women had problems with her swing and to my frustration kept asking me to help. I made sure though that I do everything from a distance even when she told me to stand behind her so she would have the correct form. I just wanted to make sure that we were not seen in a compromising position....
After about three weekends of golf this lady (who is an absolute stunner) made the comment that perhaps "we" should go back to her place for lunch just before the afternoon rugby started and she would have the food ready. Boy she had quickly learned what my two favourite things are. Well I turned to the guys and asked what they thought and everyone said that they had no problem with it. Well we played another round of golf and while watching the sunset from the clubhouse she gives me a call (don't know who gave her my number) and asked if we are still on and I replied, "we are on our way". By then the group had grown to 9 of us and since none of us had plans we bought some wine and beer, I entered her address into my GPS and we were on our way.
We showed up at her place all hungry and eager to watch the big game but when I got to the door it was just slightly open and a note to come in was on the door. As we walked toward the dining room I could not help but notice the dimmed room and the flickering scented candles all over the place and then there she was… dressed in her best clothes, make-up at a table for two.
Now if I knew what her intentions were I would have declined her offer but I guess that I have still not mastered the art of reading between the lines.
Beers and wine we took along R380... the look on all 10 our faces when we realised just how terribly wrong I got it… priceless.
Posted by: Majaat in Untagged on
Sep 01, 2008
Aunt Susan le soos sy lag oor al Bantu4life se stront op die Bruin-ou.com se Forum threads. Sy krak haar oor die bohaai!
Die issue is dat ou Bantu4life, skynbaar 'n Ibbo Nigerian en heel waarskynlik ook 'n drug dealer, mos eendag hier uit die bloute lyk my op hierdie grande website van die Dushies afgekom het en 'n thread begin het oor sy wonderbaarlike dik vleeslike slang en hoe die Dushie dames nou kamstig mal daaroor sou wees - 'Da truth about Da Black 'Di$@'.
Kyk, toe hy dit begin, toe hoor jy net hoe die hele Dushie pack soos 'n hoop Fast Guns or Dogins gangsters uit-rush met guns, knopkieries, messe, pangas, vurke en gebreekte bierbottelkoppe in die hand. Die fokken slang moet hulle nou doodmaak! Sy kop moet getrap word! Sy derms moet waai! Toe Bantu4life hom weer kry toe's hy completely surrounded van Junior Boarders, Platinum Boarders, selfs Moderators begin 'ma-se-gat' vloek en Admin kom met die een great move om die onwelkome swart slang van Bantu4life vrek te trap: Die threads word daar en dan summier ge-'block'! Fokken slang! Damn Darkness! Adder van 'n donkerskroef! Jislaaik, jy dink jy't al gesien hoe Dushies op Bruin-ou laer kan trek...? Hie was dit total kameraadskap! Die ouens hou nou nog hulle ou-kappies oop vir hierdie swartetjie wat hulle so kom skrik maak met sy blykbare groot slang. Deur dit alles is ou Bantu4life oornag sommer Gold Boarder, so besig was die hele fight. (Ek wens Admin kan daai threads net weer vir die fun vir 'n dag of twee oopmaak, dat jy kan sien hoe die stof gestaan en die bloed gewaai het!).
Oor ou Bantu4life se slang genaamd 'Da Black Di$@' is ek dit eens dat dit nou seker nie die grote van 'n slang is wat mens kan skok as jy nie van daai soort slange hou nie. Nog minder tel grote alles as jy 'n liefhebber van die soort vleeslike slange is nie. 'n Slang is 'n slang, groot of klein, finish en kla. Klein slange pik net soos grotes...! Maar Bantu4life het tog 'n mate van waarheid oor sy soorte slang en die kleur daarvan gepraat, al like ons dit nou nie van die one nie: Sekere dames uit alle groepe hou van sekere soorte en kleure slange. Tewens, die blote bestaan van Dushies is duidelike toonbeeld daarvan. Nou vir wat gaan die ouens so mal aan oor ou Bantu4life se slang? Het een of twee van dieselfde ouens nie al hulle slange in 'verligte' of 'verdonkerte' gatjies gaan park vir 'n while nie? As jou dame van jou mooi bruin slangetjie hou, of hy nou groot of klein of middelmatig is, wat sal jy nou jou kop gaan staan en breek oor ou Bantu4life se groot slang? Sy slang is sy slang, en as hy sy slang orals laat rondloop, well, dan kan sy slang maklik die naam 'Almal Is Dood Smaaklik' kry. (Hey, die phrase coin ek nou. Ek sit my trademark daarop, so watch as jy dit use...!).
Toe die fight bedaar het, ou Bantu4life apologise het dat hy so met sy slang in die deur op Bruin-ou.com ingeval het, en die Dushies so kak skrikgemaak het, toe word die Dushies se slange uitgehaal! Maar hulle haal nie self hulle slang uit nie... Nee, my broer, hulle maak dat Bantu4life hulle slang vir hulle uithaal! Jho! Ou Bantu4life gaan, lyk dit my, bietjie deur die Bruin-ou.com website, hy voel voel so aan die site se broek en hy haal stadig en saggies die Dushies se slang uit. Damn, toe voel die Dushies mos: Nee, hier word ons mos ontbloot en ons ding uitgehaal...! Fok, ons smaak mos nie dat ons ding sommer so public and disrespectful uitgehaal moet word nie.
Nou, as mens embarrass word en jy nie 'n keuse het nie, wat doen jy? Soos as jy hiller oordag voor almal in die straat val. Wat maak jy? Of jy pretend jy't nie geval nie - dat jou val eintlik jou way en style van loop is. Of jy lag maar saam met almal wat jou sien hoe jy jou gat gesien het en hulle ook jou gat gesien het.
Ou bra Bantu4life wys die Dushies hoe vooruitstrewend sy Ibbo etniese groep is en dat hulle in Nigeria hulle eie media het. Trouens, die feit is dat die Nigeriese filmbedryf die derde grootste ter wereld is en iemand vertel my net eergister nog dat daar meer boeke in Nigeria ge-publish word as in Brittanje! So kom ou Bantu4life en hy haal die Dushies se ding uit wat hulle oor skaam is. Regdeur ou Banty4life se attack spreek die Dushies nie hulle ontbloting aan of erken hulle dit nie - die teenwoordigheid van Dushies as beduidende rolspelers in politiese en ekonomiese vlakke, sowel as hulle nie-bestaan in media. Vir hulle eie slang, lyk dit my, is die Dushies te bang. Hulle pretend hulle het nie geval nie. Hulle try wys hulle's nie skaam of verneder nie. Half soos vir 'n vreemde hond wat jy wyd om stap en nie eens in die oe wil kyk nie; jy maak of jy hom nie sien nie, maar jy weet hy bedreig jou. Dis ons Dushies se slang, en ons vrees dit.Bantu4life het seker 'n baie groot vleeslike slang, maar ons het 'n vreeslike slang wat ons so vrek voor bang en skaam en ontkenned is. Ons het guts om enige ou aan te vat oor ons mense en ons Kleurlingskap, maar ons het nie hare op die tande om as ware mans en vroue skouer aan die wiel te gooi en die bus vir ons eie ontwikkeling te stoot nie. Ek kan jou voor al jou bras bewys dat as die BBI more na jou toe kom en vra dude waar's jy vyftig rand elke maand vir gemeenskapsontwikkeling, dan gaan jy niks gee nie. Ek bet jou dat al gaan SAME man alleen vir die Dushies plek in die staatsmedia bewerkstellig, dan het jy tot vandag toe nog nie eens ge-join nie. Kom ek tune jou die ding straight: Dis die kak van ons! Ons fight vinnig teen 'n Nigerian wat ons eie swakhede uitwys, ons raak rassisties en haal messe uit, maar ons sit op ons gatte as dit kom by regtig iets daadwerkliks vir ons eie saak doen of gee. Ek bet jou verder dat as dieselfde Nigerians more iets soos SAME begin, dan gaan hulle nie lam Kleurling excuses het en alewig poverty plead nie, terwyl hulle - soos Bantu4life tereg van ons mense vertel het - kaste en kaste biere uitdrink! Nee fok man, dis tyd dat JY regkom. Hou op wag op jou chommies? Dink jy ek gaan damn ophou met SAME se saak as die meeste Dushies moggos wil bly? Al moet ek one man daai battle fight, al wil die slange van teenstand en politieke mag en hardhorende onredelike en oneweredige demokrasie my pik, ek gaan daai kop vermorsel! Ons sit met hoeveel kamstig geleerde donnerse dose wat net Dushies wil wees as die deals ge-sign word, maar nerens is as trein geklim moet word en die regte battles ge-fight moet word nie. Te skaam, te bang, te 'moffierig'. Bang om die werklike slange aan te vat!
Ek's nou sommer die donner in. Aunt Susan tune my dat ek moet relax. Netnou kry ek nog 'n heart attack van my oor Dushies se ontwikkeling worry. Okay. Laaste ding.
Brun-ou.com is besig om die groot mislukking van Suid-Afrika in die Olimpiese Spele reg te stel. Almal van Bruin-ou.com gaan platinum medals kry. Why? Want julle's besig met die langste thread wat ek nog tot dusver gesien het. Die 'Obama the man' thread. Great, ek admire die ou ook al is ek dissapointed dat hy nie vir Hillary as sy running mate gekies het nie. Te chauvanisties of miskien te bang dat hy aan die einde van die dag in haar skaduwee sal loop. Nonetheless, Obama het sy slange vierkantig in die oe gekyk en besluit: A black man can be president. (En Brenda Fassie is nie eintlik dood nie, sy's in Amerika waar sy 'My Black President' gaan remix. Watch net!) Obama is besig om al sy slange een vir een te vermorsel. As ons dan so great oor Obama voel, wat maak ons met die slange wat voor die Kleurlinge se deur is? En jy kan opnoem hoeveel daar nie is nie. Tot dusver lyk dit my ons hol almal terug as ons die slange voor ons deur sien en gaan skuil agter mamma se rok. Al wat ons doen is wys met 'n bang vinger... daar is die goggo, daar is die slang, daar is die drug dealer, daar is die tik, daar is die geen-media-vir-kleurlinge, daar is die onwilligheid-om-te-ontwikkel, daar is die amper-niks-kleurlinge-op-varsity, daar is die Darkies-wat-alles-vat, daar is die Boere-wat-die-baas-is, daar is die Koolies-wat-hulle-eie-banke-het, daar is alles wat ons nie het nie, daar is die alles wat ons DINK ons nie kan wees nie...
En elke Dushie stoot die ander een vooruit om iets aan die slang te doen, en aan die einde van die dag doen niemand iets nie. Dis heeldag net: Gaan jy eerste. Doen jy dit eerste. Hu-uh, hulle praat met jou (nie met my nie). Ek watch eers wat gebeur. Wys jy my eerste.
As Bantu4life seker die ding kon lees, dan doop hy ons almal miskien nog as Bangbroeke4life of Cowards4life... Aunt Susan meen dan sal sy almal re-baptise as Dose4life! Right, nou is sy die donner in. Ek stop liewer.
Posted by: corrygee in Untagged on
Sep 01, 2008
ay this weekend was rockshins.Aye die mense het rerug fego geslat... anyhooo you know me always on the prowl for a new story...i thought it was going to be a boring weekend when i discovered the most horifying thing in the world,, tjo i evens want to write a book about it .. but u know me id rather post a blog on my favorite site..todays topic is about the "DATING MARRIED MEN TREND" and guys im talking to url also... dating married women like its the in thing..
I met up with my braza and we went for a pic-nic... lol we chilled like high bucks and then one of my freinds invited her friend and her boyfriend to join us.. ay wen they arrived i was so dam shocked .. the boyfriend looked like he could be my father or something... then i checked the car and i put 2 and 2 togther this old tima was married.. he lived close to my section and i always admired his ride.. TJO i evens had a crush on his son. EYOH now i was in a predicament.( excuse my high engrish i studied last nite ) So i just kept quite. AYSH i wanted to swear that tima but i said its none of my beeswax..BUT when our pic-nic was over and i went home i asked my friend for that girla`s number..AND I LEARNT MY LESSON .. NEVER TRY AND EDUCATE A COLOURED GOLD DIGGER. SO sy het my baie lielik afgesit.BUT I DONT CARE AS LONG AS I GOT MY POINT ACROSS. So this mornin i was getting ready for work and my cell phone rings( tell me how im supose to breathe with now on the ringtone) Ah and guess who is was.. that old tima.. were he got my number from, i dont know. So he tells me he wants to give me a lift to work coz we need to talk JASAS!!! i wanted to swear him again but then i told him i can vang the taxi like always. He told me that i shouldnt tell his son what i saw coz he dont wanna break up his happy home.EISH now i wanted to moer him. How can he tell me not to break his happy home when he is hoering around with young girls nogals. I just told him to never call me again or else il tell my auntie. HE STILL SMSing ME EVENS....
Look my point here is. why should people cheat on thier wives and still expect other to just accept it ..( coz me i wont) When you marry someone it should be because u feel that thats the only persons goodies u will ever want to eat for the rest of your life.. MORALS and VALUES dont exist anymore...AS FOR THE YOUNG WOMEN THAT ENTERTAIN SUCH DISGUSTING MEN i feel sorry for u and i will pray for you... Women that think they rather be second best to a man usually dont realise thier self worth. Im not gonna say i feel sorry for them coz they know what they doing... NEVER LETS ANOTHER WOMENS TEARS FALL ON YOUR SHOULDER COZ THEY DO AND O YES THEY WILL COME BACK TO YOU.. People we need to realise that this is not what we are all about.. cheating,lying????
Married men keep ur tollies on a leash if you cant help urself. Young women you not meant to be somebodies B%&#h! RESPECT Urself enuf to say no to getroUde mane!!! THEY NEVER GONNA LEAVE THIER WIVES FOR YOUR THAT FOR SURE.. HULLE LYK OP DIE MENU MAAR HULLE EET BY DIE HUIS...
If a man comes to you with his money and his fancy cars thats just the material things he will never love you as much as he loves his wife... THAT WHY HE MARRIED HER AND NOT YOU!!!!
And to all my gals hat have been cheated on.. THATS LIFE GIRLA BUT HOLD ON AND DONT GIVE UP YOUR MAN WITHOUT A FIGHT!!
Thats corrygee reporting live from her boring office trying to change to world but statring with he own kind...AWEH...
Posted by: chisel in Untagged on
Sep 01, 2008
May you not eat agter die bak and think bad thoughts about bad people
and skinner and be lazy and not make salaah and swallow when you make abdas(wudhu)
and be moeilik and swear at other people in traffic and bunk tarawee, and may u be granted the strength to do
labarang (eid) shopping without swearing at da slams that stole your parking when it is already congested and hot
and you just wanna go home and sleep....
so in other words may your ramadhaan be a success inshallah ameen!
please remember me and my family in your pious duas as we will remember you in ours!
ramadhaan mubarak!
Posted by: ern18 in Untagged on
Aug 30, 2008
link (seeing as my blog editor still messed up):
http://gudgirl18.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-wait-or-not-to-wait.html
Posted by: Jenno in Untagged on
Aug 26, 2008
YOUTH
Their land is empty
Their land is dry
Their faces searching
Their eyes are dead
They have no vision
They're without hope and dreams
Instead of toiling, they eagerly embrace
The booze, the drugs, the sex, the next high
And that's what they live for
That's who they are
The Good Book says, My People Perish without vision
Don't they see?
Can't they hear?
Death calling out them?
Inviting them
Inviting them to partake in its next meal
The booze, the drugs, the sex, the next high
Don't they see?
Their pleasure is for a season only and will end soon, and
Death will sit down and enjoy its next meal
Posted by: mickelle in Untagged on
Aug 25, 2008
LOVE!!! REAL OR NOT REAL
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
What do u guys and girls think about LOVE! do u think there really is such a thing or has it all gone to hell with our Grandmemmies and Grandpeppies.....cause as far as i know that was real love back then......when ur gran was away on holiday ur grandad couldn't eat or sleep?? is it still like that for some??
Posted by: tom_boi in Untagged on
Aug 25, 2008
Its monday morning, most people are suffering from mondaytitus as am I. The weather for me is miserable as it is cold and wet out side. Yet i still came to work this morning thinking hey this day could turn out to be a good day, one can never tell.
Much to my dismay unfortunately we cant always have what we want.Came into work only to discover that not only do i have to deal with a desk full of work. looks like a paper war but i had to deal with the fact that someone i had deemed as a very good friend no longer wants to be a friend of mine at all.
what is it with people and the truth? why can they never handle the truth? why do they always expect to say and do bad things and get away with it? i don't get this about us so called human being's. well for me right now i feel like a pile of hogwash simply because to me i believed that i was doing the right thing but telling the truth and letting others know what is going on. yet everybody now seems to think that i am the bad one and i ruined two friendships.
Causing misery to others is not my style. yes most people deem me the ICE QUEEN but i find that it is the only way people will not walk over me or take me for granted. with that i am also a brutally honest person thinking that maybe just maybe being honest is the right thing. The end of the day my friendship with Mr J makes me feel as if being honest was not the right thing to do. why? cause i lost a friend. yet it makes me think whether or not that person really was a true friend or not.
oh well as he doesnt want anything to do with me anymore i guess i will never know whether he was a true friend. Monday morning blues, some people are dealing with weekend headaches and jol times, others are dealing with not wanting to be at work just because the weekend was just to short for their liking.Others are dealing with many other issues, i am dealing with checking a 200page correction (work) and the loss of a friend.
sad day for sure!!!
Posted by: hiltonza in Untagged on
Aug 25, 2008
Why coloureds can't be terrorists: by MARK LOTTERING
- Ons is altyd laat. We would have missed all 4 flights.
- We talk loud and would bring attention to ourselves.
- Met free kos en cooldrink oppie plane, we'll sommer forget why we're there.
- We praat with our hands, so we'll continually be putting the weapons down.
- We would ALL want to fly the freaking plane, ending in a moerse fight with each other.
- We'll sommer argue and start a fight in the terminal before we even get on the plane & one of us is bound to say out loud: 'Gaan kak man! Dan hijack jy die fokken plane alleen!!'
- Ons kannie 'n secret hou nie. We would have told everyone a week before doing it, telling them: 'Moet vir niemand se nie, ho!'
- We would have insisted that the plane fly past Strandfontein Pavillion.
- We would have all lined up to get our photograph taken by one of the hostages.
- When we enter the cockpit, we would have used the intercom system for a karaoke session, with one doos trying to sing 'I did it my way'.
- We would first rob everyone of their Ray-Bans, cellphones and gold teeth, just before we crash the plane.
- Our whole freaking family plus neighbors would have been at the airport to see us off, crying their bleddie eyes out, and your mother saying to the white ou next to her: 'I'm so proud of him. It's the first time he's hijacking a plane!'
- We would have dressed like terrorists for our airport go-way clothes: balaclavas, jumpsuits, karate skoentjies, dark glasses, en 'n moerse attitude.
- Two of us would have forgotten our passports at home.
- Three of us would have overweight luggage.
- All of us would have luggage.
- We would have all wanted to watch the in-flight movie first.
- Before we went into action, we would have all queued up at the toilet to first gel our hair.
- We would have taken the plane for a joyride first, played the music at full blast and try to park the plane somewhere where the chicks could see us...
