Lol, just random thoughts senseless to you but deeply rooted to me. Have you ever noticed how a room lights up when a genuine smile is introduced to it? Take note… you might learn a thing or two. My mother is my Pillar, she says to me the other day- uyabonake mntanam ndihlala ndithandazi ndicela ukuba uYehova akugcine andigcine ndizendikubone uphumelela usezindaweni apho kuphezulu khona, apho kukho uthando nolonwabo Noxolo for wena kwalapha emhlabeni. Being conniving as always and opportunist at nature when it comes to taking chances with my mother I dared to say to her, so ke mama that means if I don’t pass my degree in the 3 year term that I am suppose to and I don’t get that office desk that I’ve had my eye on for almost a year now and I don’t get another zero added on my salary slip sooner than later…you will have the WILL and promise to stick around as long as it take? Lol… what did I say to you (chance taker)!?! She fell for it…she with an undoubtedly profound YES confirmed (you ...

You & Me Looking up at the morning sky, I stand fixated in complete awe studying the artistry of shapes and patterns that blanket our usually clear blue sky and I ask myself, What would it take to get the sun to shine a little? What would it take to get these moist pompous white and grey clouds to part in stubborn obedience to its piercing darts of white light unveiling its magnificence? But yet the rain poured, pampering this hardened crust of black exterior forged over time. This unexplainable thing we call life. Its blood thirst never quenching or relenting, sipping off any liquid substance left in me, crafting ever so finely this rigid frame. What it leaves behind is but a mold of what it would lay claim to as being its creator. You see, life is but a consequence of time on a journey with its loyal companion You & Me. It is master of all for even with you or me it as existed before either of us and continues to stray onward undeterred into the lives of those that will subse...

You're a dirty, dirty man And you gotta dirty mind You're a dirty, dirty man You and that other woman, you're 2 of a kind But you forgot 1 thing baby when you were doing me wrong That Im a good house keeper Im gonna take my broom and sweep All of the dirt out on the street You're a dirty, dirty man Oh in so many, so many dirty ways You're a dirty, dirty man And you've been hidding your little dirt all over this here place I know you have Oh here's my chance baby to throw some mud in your face Coz Im a good house keeper Im gonna take my broom and sweep All of the dirt, yes I am, out on the street Oh, Im cleaning outl my whole house Fast as I canIts time to make everything spick and span You're a dirty, ooh you're a dirty man You do me dirty for so many years, yes u did You're a dirty, dirty man, yes u are And Im tired of you and your woman and your dog too You're a dirty man You're a dirty man Now get outta my houseDont u never, never, nev...

As I laid listening to the rain and hearing the soft warming melody of a heartbeat which was not mine. My mind dwelled in the room and my soul spoke to my still body. Speak now, say it - it is time…the moment slipped. How do you break a balloon careful inflated with one prick of a small sharp pin? The sound of the explosion of that balloon will deafen you and leave you with nothing but an echo of disbelief and your eardrums senseless to sound and uncomfortably painful to the core. Since when has another taken the shine of importance and the confidence of being able to speak proper and write proper? Same as asking Marlboro lights or filters and constraints rather than restraints and that is not even close to the more unexplainable disabilities that come when overwhelmed with the presents of such mighty beautiful mind. Defeating doubt is a grate release from a huge burden. It is no longer an iceberg … it has now been broken. Hope not , that I somehow have become aloof. If one can point a...

The world looks different from the eyes of a child and eyes of a middle aged man. A newborn child has no fears because it is unaware and has no knowledge of fear. A grown man well that’s a different story… After chatting with some of my friends, I came to confirm the fact that all grown ups have fears. From normal phobias such as being scared of heights to fear of dying Death scares me not; I believe we all are scared of any physical pain (you don’t have a choice really as much as your mind is trained or can withstand the intake but according to the human anatomy and biology- you are bound to say ouch when you burn). I do have some small things (creatures, creepy crollys) that make my body squirm on sight. Growing up, Failure use to be my biggest fear, until after 18 (well, that’s where the brain is fully capable to be cognitively 100%), I realised, there’s no better way of learning and appreciating what you achieve if you do not fail or fall. I swallowed that hard pill and past that ...