Excuse me Mr you are looking

Ladies it’s time we admit that we love it when he is looking.  On a typical day when you are feeling damn good about yourself, whenever you pass a window you can’t help staring at your own reflection. Yes! Ladies we all have those days (but if you don’t girl you need help FAST), those days when you ooze sexyness, confidence is what you are made of and you just can’t help but flaunt what your mama gave you ;).

Every time you walk past a handsome creature (even when he is not so handsome)you cant help but get an instant boost in your ego and of course your step because you know he’s gonna be looking long after you have passed him.  “Men you are welcome to admire”, ever hear that thought creeping in your head and find yourself shaking that booty a tad more than you ought to be? I know I do!

Don't you just love it when he looks and catches himself just seconds short of drooling with THAT facial expression? it makes you feel damn good!  So yes... Excuse meeee Mr you are looking and i kinda like it J .  But be warned ONLY on a good day and remember you can’t touch.

Her troubled soul

We’ve all met a troubled soul somewhere in our lives.

I have lived the best of my abilities, some things that would disappoint you I have avoided successfully.  I have tried to be a model child whom both of you can be proud of and I can only hope that you have seen my efforts.  In all that I am trying to achieve it would be a relief for me to not feel like you are killing my will, it would be nice if you went out of your way to make life easier for me and it would really be nice to see that you are on my side, you want me to succeed.

I too would like to get out of bed because I see a brighter future instead of not being able to sleep because of an aching heart.

A tendency of hope

A tendency of hope is something that we all carry with us just like our beating hearts.  It is something that we have in common no matter what type of background we come from, funny how we put so much effort into highlighting our differences that we miss out on how much we have in common.

We have our differences but at the core of it all we are all flesh and bones, beyond that we have a heart and a brain, beyond that we’re all human and we all need the same things to survive in this life.  We need something to believe in, when we don’t have that we need to have hope that we will discover our purpose and faith to be able to lead us to that purpose. 

We all live by the same core foundations, we do not need to be so different, it’s just not natural.

Something great about him

The craziest thing is that he does not see it.

He has a tendency of saying all these amazing things that cause my ears to have a sensational buzz when I hear them, things like “I will always treat you like a lady”, isn’t that just beautiful J.

In the media we are bombarded with stories of men who are abusive, insensitive, selfish and all else that is negative.  I wish we saw more of my kind of man, the man that is human.  He is loving and always goes out of his way to provide for his woman. 

This man has soft hands with a soothing touch, he is a gift to his woman and he does not see how great he is because he is always admiring the beauty, serenity and grace that is in his woman’s strength.

I hear him talk of his legs that annoy the flip out of me because they are better looking than mine and I chuckle because he seriously thinks that the most attractive feature about him, no doubt his sexy smile weakens my knees!  This man’s eyes are different, his naughty streak is different too.  He is a true reflection of perfection to his woman, he is hers and she is his.

I call him my crazysweet, he is miraculous because there is indeed something great about him.

Dear haters

I don’t care enough to hate you too.

I don’t mind enough to be bothered by what you think you know.

I do mind all the “publicity” that you are giving me, if I wanted to be popular I would be.

I don’t do anything for you so please return the favour.

Lastly, you were not brought on this earth for me.  Please find your reason for existence.

Sincerely,

Me.

We are what we do

Things are not always what they seem, we see things that people do and immediately jump to the conclusion that they are what we see them do. We see a youngster abusing alcohol and all sorts of other drugs whilst he thinks he is having “fun”, he is on self-destruction mode and without knowing his story we conclude that he is a drunkard with no hope in life.

A young lady, university student at that, who has a chance at a future with limitless opportunities.  She is beautiful, sexy and intelligent yet there she is sampling each and every guy who looks her way.  She inherits the labels of being a whore and a slut, without knowing her story we are quick to judge and say she is what she does.

We forget that we all have coping mechanisms, we seek for help but unfortunately some of us do so in the wrong places.  Point is, we are not always what we do.

If I were the boss

If I, Nothando Zantsi were the boss, it would be simple to forecast my life. We've bought into the idea of individualism even though we know that in reality, we are all living for someone else.  In all that we do we have to think of other people, even when we are rewarding ourselves for a great achievement we have to do so “responsibly” in consideration of other people.We work hard, find walls collapsing on us but we still get up! We do so because we know that in life we are not alone, we do not live in a state of individualism even though we sometimes imagine that we do. 

 If I were the boss of my own life, I would be in a sanctuary that allowed me to marvel at the seemingly amazing idea of individualism.

We are afraid of the wrong things

Picture from ID ImgDaddy

Recently in the news there was a story about mob violence, a Khayelitsha community had beaten up and burned three criminals to death.  I tweeted about this and a response from one of my followers suggested that those who don’t seek justice opt for chaos and anarchy.  I felt a strong sense of disagreement because these people seek peace and order in their communities, they work hard just like every South African who wants to have a better quality of life and for someone to just come and take at gun point their sweat and efforts is unacceptable.

Upon raising that view, another follower of mine on tweeter said that in the process of using that medium as a remedy to the problem the non-criminal become criminals, I felt that this was a very powerful statement.   People have resorted to taking the law into their own hands because they feel that they have been failed by the justice system in their communities.

I lived in the township for a number of years and these “suspected” (according to the law) criminals cause chaos in the communities.  They do all that they do for all to see, they are on some power trip, boasting about their ability to take your life whenever they please without an ounce of remorse to an extent that people live in fear. 

Mob violence in these communities is an indication that they have simply realised that they are afraid of the wrong things.

Two people come out of a building into a story.

You walk into a story that you have fed

I cannot remember the title of the show, but it was airing on SABC 1.  It was a show about “street kids” and one was given a chance to reconcile with his mother, leave the drugs, the street life and go back home.  The story of that one man showed that not everybody who lives on the street left home because they were not happy or treated badly.  He chose to walk out of that building and into a story of street life.  He walked into a life of theft, a life of no guidance and a life of no faith. 

He left his son, mother and mother of his son and chose to be useless.  I felt a rush of anger because he simply chose the easy way out.  I don’t care who says what, but it is easy to not have to worry about providing for people, it is easy to not have to worry about what the future holds. 

Whenever each and everyone of us walk out of what ever we building we walk out of, two people walk out;  The first person is the responsible one whose walking out of there to fulfil their destiny that will benefit the future.  The second person is the one that is giving up. 

Between these two people the one that wins is the one you feed, from that building you can only walk into a story that you have fed.

Fish falling from the sky

A woman’s body is majestic, any man gay or straight can attest to this. I say this because women need to wise up and realise their power.  It is ridiculous to see so many stories all over the media and our communitites of women enduring abuse, from emotional all the way to physical abuse.  "Leave him", "you deserve better", "he is not worth it" women are told all the time.

I read a piece that said that a woman was built from the side of a man to always be equal and be beside her man.  Not to be walked over, stepped on nor bullied.  There have been many explanations as to why women stay in these abusive relationships but I still do not fully understand, maybe it will take something rare like a fish falling from the sky for her to realise that it’s possible to leave and be happy.

 

What is the colour of the wind?

At a lecture, I was reminded of my holiday at home in the Eastern Cape.  This particular day I had gone to town to make copies and fax them, I searched for a place that offered this service and eventually found one, needless to say that I had to wait in a very long queue.  That’s when it hit me that I could offer this service myself, the demand is there and this one place cannot accommodate all these people.  Moral of the story is that on this day the colour of the wind was that of opportunity.

On a really good day which is always determined to me by my mood, I find humour in the most trivial things, especially in the different dress codes I come across.  The colour of the wind in Cape Town on such a day is that of my beautiful smile.

 And then there are those gloomy days, whereby it would take a very special person giving me a few millions to put a smile on my face and on those days the colour of the wind is simply annoying.

I have a favourite colour of the wind though and that’s the colour of happiness, in my life that’s the colour I love to feel.  Good or bad day the feeling and sight of happiness keeps me going.

How hard is it to follow instructions?

How bad must we mess up for the sake of feeling a sense of accomplishment and achievement?

If only there was a set of instructions to living life, no, make that the best life.  Right?

A simple instruction such as leaving if your partner if they ill treat you, a simple instruction such as quitting smoking when you are pregnant, a simple instruction such as quitting alcohol when you have liver problems.  I could go on and on about how simple instructions are, after all they tell you what to do.

 Why then is it so difficult to follow simple instructions?  We always complain about not knowing what to do or not knowing how to do something, but when we are told how to do something we either mess it up or we don’t do it at all.

 Could it be that we are a people who love being lost? So that when we finally decide to follow the simple instruction we can feel a sense of accomplishment and achievement?