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'n Bok wie Blêr!

 

F*k!

Bring die skaap skêr...

 

Okay,

I take it you don't like me

Ek's nie die original vannie species nie

Maa face it;

Was dit nie vir jou aankoms,

Sou ek nie nou hie staan nie!

 

Ja, ek het dit gesê

En ek sê dit vi

 

Al die majimbos innie kassie

Die outies by die Civic met die harde maa'zie

En die girlas in die club, loud en proud, doing it for TV!

 

Jy's net naar ons sê nie wee ‘BAAS' nie!

 

You send me away

Doer vêr by die as tiepe en myn hiepe

At night as ek slaap

Droom ek van planes, ek hoor die treine

Van kleins af ge-train

Come to accept -

Ek's nes jy... net bruin!

 

Ja, ek het dit gesê

En ek sê dit vi

 

My auntie met die sool kous, busy with washing

My toppie, dis payday, in die queue vi Kentucky

My ouma... die undefeated champ in roti ! (ek mis jou verskriklik, my anne Mammie...)

 

Ja, en jy's net naar ons sê nie mee ‘BAAS' nie!

 

Ek sê dit vi al die ‘Bushies'

Kroes of nie kroes nie!

Woes of nie woes nie!

Imagine: ‘n boer wie saad plant, en nie wil oes nie!

Check hie:

As jy dit nie like nie,

Vat jou goet en trek Ferreira,

Vat jou goet en trek vererig!

 

Daa was al ‘n Groot een, daai was history

Nie ‘n walk innie park nie

So word groot, want ek gaan nêrens sanie

 

Aanvaar dit... Ons sê nie mee, nie wee ‘BAAS' nie!

 

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I read a very interesting article on this website. Here's the link. Read it please.

http://www.bruin-ou.com/aweh/articles/real-beauty-is-beyond-skin-deep.html

And now my mixed up thoughts.

Who do we blame for the obvious and devastating effect of 'colourism'? Growing up we only had white dolls to play with. Barbie was the all beautiful lady, so we thought. She had the blinged out accessories and a very cute boyfriend. Her body was a work of art from her perky breasts to her small waist. She was someone coloured girls could not identify with yet we played with her and placed her on a pedestal of standard as to what true beauty was. I never had any dolls that were coloured or dark skin, why? The closest thing I got to a coloured doll was the cabbage patch kids with braided hair and wide noses. The not-so funny thing is that those cabbage patch kids looked like mutated children born in the aftermath of a nuclear war!

You look at magazines, fashion magazines. Most faces staring back at you are white and thin. Rarely do their feature any models of colour. You look at the catwalks around the world, they are ruled by white women. Look at international beauty pageants - no dark winners. Doesn't that give you the impression that there are no smart,  black and beautiful women in this world? What message does that send out to young girls of colour, around the world? What message is being sent out to my young and developing nieces? It is more honest to accept that we are still locked into European standards of beauty and need to work at appreciating beauty in our own image - because as long as we are worshipping images of other people we will never worship ourselves.

Actresses on tv, none the better. Why does Halle Berry seem to get a lot more attention than darker African American actresses, who are in my opinion far greater actors than her?

No wonder we women of colour have so many insecurities. When will we have women who we can identify with in the media? When will the media be it tv and print get with the program and show off the beauty that is colour?!!

One of my guilty pleasures is browsing the members profiles, on this website. I hardly see any dark skin members. Is it embarrassing to post pics because of negative comments you’ll receive or prejudgments made of you because of the colour of your skin? Or is it because there are no dark coloureds in SA?

If you’re dark skin and reading this, you need to be proud of how you look because  when you devalue blackness you are endorsing white supremacy. Post those pics on your profile.

 

 

 

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 File this blog under "only in Japan".

Have you all read the article about the panty fisherman? What practice, such skill, such poise, a hoser hoisting a panty heist! Ha!Ha! 

Stealing womens underpants should become a national sport in Japan, i reckon. It's become a very serious crime as it's being committed quite often. What would possess a man to steal some lady's funky stanky draws? Maybe he is sewing them all up and creating some type of parachute or aiming for the Guinness Book of World records for most underwear collected?

 Japanese men are becoming obsessed with womens underwear. They have gone so far as to sell used school girls underwear in vending machines. Anyway back to mr fishing jack... 

I wonder if he has a colour, size and design preference? I also wonder what kind of punishment he will get? No fishing license the rest of his life? Laundry duty at the women's prison facility?

 

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During my lunch break, after feasting on a low cal salad, I ducked into a bookstore to find something to pass the time. My eyes, and then my hands, fell on a copy of Skinny Bitches, some sort of diet book in which the authors are rude to you, and then magically, all the tenets of weight loss will suddenly be easier to stick to. Um, okay.

They may be bitches, but they are skinny bitches. And you'll be one too-after you get with the program and start eating right.

My first thought was, that if anything excuses being a bitch, skinny is not it. Funny, yes. But not skinny. Skinny just gives you the right to turn heads and wear the clothes the rest of us only dream of wearing. But bitchiness requires talent, not a low calorie intake.

Anyway, flipping through the book, I learned that to be skinny and (healthy, natch), you must abstain from sugar, meat and dairy products. Abstain from dairy products? Pfft! You're not skinny bitches, you're crazy bitches! I tossed the book back onto the shelf, like it was on fire.

"Urgghh."

"Zat bad?"

A French woman, most probably in her 40's, was standing behind me. She was, incidentally, skinny, and dressed head to toe in rich creams and taupes. She looked like a magazine cover.

"Yes," I said. "It's just... if cheese is wrong, I don't want to be right."

She laughed, and made a flicking gesture, as if mentally sweeping those skinny bitches right out of existence.

"Zey don't tell you how boring it is being skeeny."

I laughed, wondering if she knew from experience just how boring it is being skinny. We made a bit of small talk, then the woman checked her watch, and said she had to be off. But not before stopping by the checkout counter... to buy a chocolate bar.

Apparently, not

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V: The Netherlands & a drive through Belgium So we finally leave Germany, and head for our last stop on the tour - Amsterdam. Seeing as we're behind schedule - once again, brief lunch stop somewhere along the way before continuing on our journey and picking up folks who'd booked an Amsterdam weekend. Now, those of us who'd been on the 16 day tour - especially those who'd had two seats to themselves, including yours truly, weren't all to happy with this as it meant having to share seats. And share seats for the last part of the trip. You know how the return trip is always far more tedious than any other. Get to Amsterdam - pick up the 8 people - and guess what, they moan about waiting....and moan about having to fly to Amsterdam from London city airport and making three tube changes to get there. Like, that is our issue why? We've been on a faulty bus for the past 14 days - behind schedule for most it (had a good time anyway). You don't see us complain do you? We could, but what's the point? First stop was Zaanse Schaans - windmills and clog making. It wasn't a very long stop - about 40 minutes - seeing as we were behind schedule and all Continued: http://gudgirl18.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-countries-16-days-part-iv.html

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 Doing just fine

Have you found yourself upon a day –

Where you are smiling on the outside.

Like you usually do.

The energetic, positive you.

Always given a hand, listening to another

Sharing and caring for others.

Now just this day you find

That you are kinda sad on the inside.

You never looked carefully at yourself

Because you always cared about others first.

Was the motion of kindness covering your sadness.

Because everything just seemed fine.

Nobody knew or Knows how you really feel.

When they ask

You just put on a big smile and say im doing just fine.

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It is some kind of miracle that in love we tend to always mistake the seed for the soil and infactuation for love. We seem to never learn from our mistakes or that you as an individual can never make someone feel for you what you feel for them.

 

The joys! Yes, it is a subject that has been discussed and debated over many centuries but I tell you today that love, like life is simple. We just complicate things. As human beings we just seem to have a tendancy to mess things up because of our insecurities, our lusts, our minds plagued with thoughts of another. And yet we fall inlove time and time again. I used to ask myself why but then one day realsed that not only does it feel so damn good to love and be loved but also, it feels good to love, be loved, feel loved but most of all. It is amazing to share your every day, every thought and every emotion with someone else. It is human. It is life.

 

" If music be the food of love, play on" William Shakespear- Twelfth Night. A simple quote that rings so true. If music is the food, the essence, that feeds love. Please do play on...

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I have STRUGGLED with my weight since about five years old….this is when I experienced a traumatic incident. Food was to all be eaten, and no one monitored our eating habits. I remember a day when I ate four full-sized chocolate bars..no one told me no. NO ONE!

High school was hell. I was overweight and honestly it was a mask which I hid behind. I didn’t date anyone..didn’t kiss anyone..NOTHING. Not even a dance with a boy..never ever had a date.

Then at varsity I had enough. So I dropped some weight and got down to a reasonable size, which was amazing. The day when I bought a pair of GAP jeans I cried. No one understands this unless they’ve been through it. My first kiss at 21…it was great. But again, my whole life has been put on a slower path because of my weight.

I deal with my own insecurities every single day.. EVERY DAY. Not good enough, not skinny enough, not confident enough, not mature enough, not experienced enough, not lovable enough, not nice enough, not as strict enough on my diet, not planned enough. Dieting is a constant exposure of the inadequacies that I deal with on a daily basis. The goal of dieting is to get a person to ‘the place’ where they feel healthy, happy, accomplished. Perhaps that happens, but during the journey it’s a constant feeling of having to be perfect to end up being perfect. It sucks..but I have to do it.

SO…..I have been trying to be ‘perfect’ with my diet. Tracking everything, even when I had a big night on Wednesday. Cutting back my calories, working out, and trying not to binge out of stress or let it go because I have had nothing but:

‘wow, you look amazing these days/
stares from friends who would have never given me the time of day/
people actually calling me Beautiful.  Did someone actually just call me 'beautiful'? OMG. That was one for the books. People were complimenting me on my body and not just calling me a 'pretty face'.

I woke up yesterday and weighed myself. When I saw my weight I cried…bawled. People have no idea how hard it is to lose weight. Damn, it felt good..really good.

Who will I be without dieting. It’s been my identity for the past couple of years.

I have changed…I wonder though if I am totally aware of the change and able to process it. It’s been an interesting journey these past couple of weeks. I have all this good around me and yet I feel totally raw, totally exposed. I have things lined up and yet I want more, I want to be skinner, happier, healthier, more confident. Dieting is like a drug..it’s gives you a high, slams you down…and if you’re lucky you make it out alive, skinny and happy.

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It is the expression on your face that gave you away...

 

That affirmative expression!

 

The thing is I know you will never

know anybody like me

again!

you said and I obliged

even if I had said no

you'd know I'd be lying next

to me you will never know anybody like me

ever thought you'd feel

like this?

I know even if you had said no

I'd know you'd be lying next

to you I'll never know another

ever thought I'd feel like this?

Me?

Never!

 

Forget weak in the knees

I'm stumped whenever I see you

Melt away don't even come close

To what I feel whenever I see you

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Of beauty.

They seem to have a third eye when it comes to analyzing and appreciating beauty in a woman. The concentration of their third eye can pick up corns in the making, to freshly shaven silky smooth legs.

Coloured men have a greater appetite for perfection, or at least as close to perfection as is humanly possible. You get the world standard (average, acceptable), then you get your own standard as a woman (always want to be better then the rest), and then you get the Coloured men standard (Go big, or go home). It's not that they are snobs or anything, it's just that they like the real makoy.

Their silent whispers of encouragement that urges us to strive to be better, realize our potential, with the assurance that they will be coaching and applauding all the while. Coloured men don't leave you to do all the work and don't reward you with the immense satisfaction of seeing them delight in your presence. No, they will give praise where it is due.

Its that moment when you walk into a room, the eyes comes alive, the sharp intake of a breath, a smile starts spreading across his face, and then the nod follows(way better then the Heineken nod) with the closer..."You are beautiful"...you know this is no wordplay, but the highest compliment you could receive from any of the male species.

Yes, Coloured men seem to have overtaken other races when it comes to distinguishing true beauty. This innate ability to identify & propel beauty to its proper place is not something to be underestimated, which leaves me wondering...

Why don't we have more Coloured men in the beauty and fashion industry? Can you imagine what impact that would have on the industry...beauty personified.

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Now this is really what gets me ticking without stopping... I've always loved music, because it really is the one thing that melts my heart...

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq-KcxNa0SA&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLY7yI1xV-M&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIKVj18BgXs&feature=related

 

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Why do you have a problem?

It is my

Will

 

We go here, we go there

Don't bother me much

But obviously you care

Making puny remarks and such

 

We kiss here, hold hands as we stroll

It's a form of affection

You throw sticks, you throw stones

And publicly voice your rejection

 

But why do you have a problem

It is my

 

Will

You and me, we split the bill

You and me, run to the top of the hill

You and me

You and me

We

Do not need Jill

So why do you have a problem

It is my

Will

 

Yes I'm conscious, of sane mind as well

Freedom of choice, free to be

With whom I choose, how I look

And how I feel, it's all real to me

 

You shouldn't, You wouldn't

Is what we drink, is what we eat

This is me, and that's you

You've found yours, and this person is for me

 

So why do you have a problem

It is my

 

Will

You and me, we have our world

You and me, push-back and curls

You and me

We

Don't search for pearls

So

Will

will you stay with me?

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I read your emails again today. Slowly. I tried to hear your voice, I did clearly. I am so glad I had Lela with you. She is the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. To think I delivered her to the world, after nurturing her in my womb for 38 weeks. 

I always knew I was strong but I had no idea how much until the morning I went into labour. I was alone you know, there was no one around. My grandpa had just died, so no family could come up to be with me. That's ok I kept whispering to myself.   I rubbed my belly and thought about the future, the future that was to come.

Then it did. Labour pains are unbelievable. Think of the worst stomach cramp you have ever had, now multiply it by a 1000 every 5-10 minutes! I pushed and pushed. Grunted and groaned. Breathed but not one scream left my throat.   Charles Mingus Ah Um CD was playing in the background I asked the nurse to turn it up. She did, they thought I was weird.  I even packed my own blanket. Lela was stubborn though, she was not ready to leave me, her heart rate dropped theyall panicked. Then prepped me for C-section. I was calm, tired but calm.  

Pushing me into the theatre I felt scared, my voice trembled and seemed to come from a place far far away. I forced myself to participate - I can get detached very quickly. I held onto the bed and could see them manipulating my body. I felt nothing though. I heard the skin being cut, sounds like meat I thought. I kept my eyes open the whole time, then out she came. I looked at her - she looked flat, her skin was wrinkly, she had gunk all over her. Still I felt nothing. My heart was beating normally. I did suddenly feel like a mommy.  

Thoughts of being alone mattered little now. She has arrived.  She was born at 5.14 pm on a Monday and I called a cab to collect us by noon the next Tuesday. I was still alone. You were not there. You know - i don't have to tell you. You have still not seen her. I am not mad anymore.  I have just realised that you gave me the greatest gift I have ever ever been given. How can I be mad at you for choosing not to be part of her life, thats your story. I am just grateful that I can share every cent I earn, every smile she flashes and if I could, spend every waking minute in her company.  

I think she will look a lot like you. I wonder about you all the time. I think our paths have been distorted. I am not even sure if you are alive or dead, hungry or fed. How is your life and work?  

I often imagine you being strong, standing on the stage with your fancy jacket on.   I think of the first time. How guilty? How utterly amazing! It happened there.   I believe - my heart broke when you left Kenya and as the plane took off so did my spirit - i went back to my hotel room and it smelt of you, when i walked in I found so many messages from you - saying that you love me, scribbled everywhere, the porter just kept bringing them to me - i ached with longing for you - a permanent smile on my face...  

I don't know how you feel, I don't want to know. Just know this. We are alive, I am happy and we are healthy. We are blessed. Soon the world will come to an end and everything that seems so important right now, everything, will be gone. Our routes to work, our phone bills, our rent and petrol, your headaches your pain and anguish will be over.  

Soon  

We only have a limited time on this planet. I probably have another 50 years in me. I will wait for you. Until you are ready to talk. My heart brims with appreciation for you. I will defend you. I will tell her how wonderful you are, I will read your love letters to her. She must know she came from love.  

Please be alive...

Even if just barely.  

Keep the whisper of that love we once shared alive in the crevice of your mouth. Let it roam in between your teeth in and out your throat. Summer breeze.  

I see you in the shower in the safari hotel in kenya. So tall brown and lean. Your knees slightly together just a little hunch forward.  You hated getting water on your face. 

It makes me laugh.  

Your belly button seemed a gaping hole like the indents made after meteors crash.   Ribs and stomach - again nest - the water trickling down your chest.

Your hand cupping your man hood.

Defensively. I remember sitting on the edge of the bath getting splashed by the droplets that fell off your body and watching you wash. Thinking the thoughts I always do...  

I was overwhelmed that morning - wish we did not have to leave the comfort under those cotton sheets but people things places always always get in the way.   

We cant exist in this crazy world. We is a place of fantasy. Us is the fortress of fairies and dwellings of giants with clubs and trees and golden geese.  

When we are together we make time stand still.

When were together time stood still.  

Thank you for giving me the meaning of my life. 

She is beautiful. She really is.

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Life is shorter than we reckon, we grow up to be grown-ups only to realise that we all wanna be kids again and that us growing up really meant us losing our identity, we learn to forget, yet we're ever to remember. Eternity!

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Tis terrible times to think that tomorrow's troubles twists then toils till tears threaten to tumble, they tell tales tall, tunneling to tag tonight through till tomorrow....

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'tis this the thawing that took time to tweak tomorrow to today tells tales, telling tales, tapered true to time, though tormenting, tomorrow's....today

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What makes relationships?

I have pondered this question since I was 12 years old, I always thought that I cant do something I don't understand, and although I was put under much pressure to have a boyfriend I maintained that I couldn't be in a relationship unless I understood the dynamics of it.  So, Ive given this much thought over many years and this is what Ive come up with thus far...

 

There are in my mind four other ships that should be present in all relationships we enter into (romantic and otherwise), things I think are essential to the establishment and maintenance of relationships.

 

1. Acquaintanceship: This refers to the time when you are acquainted with the other person but are in a position to observe them and interact with them outside of an attachment or expectation. Its also usually associated with attraction, romantic or platonic. This is the initial basis for making the decision to invest into a relationship and while it does not always happen, I think that much can be gained and learned about the viability of a relationship at this stage. Getting to know someone before putting in too much too soon.
2. Fellowship: This denotes a purposive giving of time and energy to the other person with the intention of getting to know the person better and being a companion. Fellowship should be constructive, a way to learn about and from each other.
3. Friendship:  Friendship develops and is maintained by fellowship, but is much more then just that. Friendship includes love. All friendships are based on love and can be seen by certain words and actions, one important one being priority (see Gerrry's Love blog). Friends are people who don't just spend time together, but have a deep care and concern for the other person as a priority for us. It is true that some friendships are seasonal and others are permanent, but even in seasonal friendships, at the time of the relationship prioritizing that person is a sign of your love for them and a dividend of the investment of fellowship.
4. Worship: I think that in all relationships this aspect can be easily overlooked, but I think its probably the most important one. Worship can be defined as acknowledging the worth of someone and to respond accordingly.  Now, Im not advocating that we worship the people we in relationships with, Im saying that our relationships with others should be an act of worship to God. How? Well first by realizing that our relationships with others should reflect our relationship with God, the values and principles we learn from God and toward God. Second, we should always see our relationships as an opportunity to serve God's purposes in our lives and the person we are in relationship with. Does the contribution I make in this relationship and way decisions made, the actions and outcomes serve God? Is what happens in the context of this relationship line up with the principles of God's word and will?

 

I think that all types and levels of relationships are characterised by one or more of these ships and perhaps healthy relationships should be build and include all of these...but this comes from me....I don't have a large base of life experience and have had very few relationships so I suppose, the proof for me will still be in the pudding and the eating.

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I heard harsh words

was the victim of very bad things

'cause I was far from it (beauty that is)

so I prayed

wished

for it

 and look at what it has done... Oh my word!

now

beauty's pretty think I'm beautiful

some look once, twice and even a third

others give it a whirl

i never aimed for the world

no pearls

still

beauty's pretty think i'm beautiful

beauty is a rose

so i've been told

and by growing old(er)

i started feelin' down below

a hand full of thorns

and the scars it left....

regardless

most look and look real close

 

beauty's pretty think i'm beautiful

still

i don't want the pearls

nor the world

so, some gave it a whirl

some looked a thousand times

as beauty's pretty think i'm beautiful

and look what it has done

of all the things i could've

prayed and

wished

for under the sun

i was far from it (beauty that is)

victim of bad things

ear to harsh words....

 

all the birds of this world

still

beauty's pretty think i'm beautiful!

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