Tuesday, 30 October 2012


I am going to sound like a broken record but this is something I really feel passionate about. Those that know me personally will tell you how I feel about education. It really hurts me to see a girl or woman in this day in age that refuses to go and further their studies after matric. We are living in a country that affords women the same opportunities as men. This is something that I feel we take for granted. Girls in Afghanistan have to literally fight for their freedom to education and yet there is a 20 year old woman in South Africa that CHOOSES not to study. Why are we as South Africans so lazy? What am I missing here?
There is a 13 year old girl in Afghanistan that is lying in hospital as I am writing this because she was fighting for her education. She bravely stood up to the Taliban, accusing them of taking away a woman's right to choose how she lives. Her outspoken views four years ago made her a target for extremists and she has received constant death threats ever since. She was shot in the head and neck on a school bus by a Taliban marksman on 9 October.

Before she was gunned down, she had spoken out against the Taliban regime from the age of just 11, blogging about their brutality in the region where she lived before Pakistan's government decided to increase its efforts against the extremists.
The next time you decide to complain, think of the girl that is fighting for her life for fighting for what she believes in. observe around you and be thankful for all that you have in this transitory lifetime. We are really fortunate that we have much more than what we need to be content.

Not for sensitive viewers

The other day i went to a toy store looking for a gift for my friend's child. While I was there, I passed a doll isle which had barbies (obviously), etc. I was pretty amused to see the “black” Barbie. AND THEN I SAW THIS. LOOK CLOSELY AT THE PICTURE. Notice at how this doll has a baby and weave on the side. Oh I also forgot to mention the “SIS”  that is written bigger than the name of the doll itself.

Now look at this picture below. Notice how the “white” Barbie has a scooter. What’s right with this picture? Or am I being too sensitive? What message is “Barbie” sending about black women? Are they saying that all that black women know is just give birth to babies and put on weaves? That may be so for others but what about us hard working young black women that are trying to make it in the corporate world? Don’t we matter? I’m sorry but I was totally disturbed by this.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Black, Smooth and Velvety

Black, Smooth and Velvety


Self Love

Knowing how to love yourself is extremely important. Self love is at the very core of wellbeing, joy, self-empowerment, and your ability to create and enjoy the kind of life you want. You cannot enjoy happiness if you are not at peace with yourself. Your relationship with yourself is the most important one you’ll ever have.
From the spiritual perspective, it is by turning your attention inward to yourself that you are able to experience your connection with Life, with God, with All That Is.
From the human perspective, every relationship you ever have with someone else exactly mirrors one or more aspects of the relationship you have with yourself. Until you know how to love yourself there will be an inner war going on that divides your energy and sabotages your efforts to move toward happiness.
Besides that, if you lack your own love, you attract people and circumstances that mirror your negative beliefs and feelings about yourself. We draw to us the manifestations of what we FEEL. So, in order for you to draw in loving people and circumstances, you need to know how to love yourself first. This is what they mean by the law of attraction.
 “You can search throughout the universe for someone who is more deserving of you love and affection that you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.” Siddhartha Guatama Buddha

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

My kinda look




I honestly couldn't come up with a name for this post. so let's just leave it as "Unnamed." I actually dedicate this post to my sister. This is why.

This ladies and gentlemen is Saul Williams. My sister, Katlego Tong is totally obsessed with this man. Here is one of his poems.

What my fame affords me
I will use to spread the light
that is caused by the book
that burns to clean the air
at night.
There are some
that would save
the book and others
that would write.
There are those
who would die
for it and soldiers
who would fight.
I have learned
of this book that burns
that it cannot be helped.
There are words
that will catch aflame
as others tend to melt.
There are phrases
soft turns of speech
that shake flesh to the bone.
There are ways
of our saying things
that shape truth into poems.
Or perhaps
they outline a shape
that is already there
like the face
of my sweet beloved
framed by unruly hair.
And these strands
are just words combined
to comb through with
your eyes.
They are wigs
over mountaintops
-the snow
that draws
the eyes.
They are there
when you see them not.
What man sees
his own heart?
He is drugged
and then put asleep
before he’s cut apart.
And procedures
like this only done
when arteries are clogged.
Spills and waste
down the mountainside
with forests cut and logged.
All the trees
now shaped
into books
and building-
blocks designed
will take shape
from the mountainside-
the forest of the mind.
And the mind is an active place
where climate will control
means of growth and the greenery
that springs up from the soul.
And the soul
it is like the soil
-as i am into u.
What begins
as a seed of thought
now manifests as true.
It takes time
for a rock to melt
-to decompose a corpse.
And the soil
is full rich with time
like mountains rich with quartz.
Full of charge.
Full of energy.
Full of nutrients and life
sucked from death
which is overturned
and risen to new heights.
Over time
life repeats itself-
the cycle of the wheel.
And the will
is a driving force
to feed, defend, and kill.
What it kills
takes a different shape
as consciousness transforms.
Laws emerge
to defend new life
and thus new crimes are born.
And what’s born
from a spinning wheel
is willed and welled
to shape.
Forms emerge
from the sculptors hand
nuanced by love and hate.
And the hate
is grown out of love
of comfort and control
and is shaped by the overgrowth
of fear/hope decomposed.
We compose
with creators hands
the music of the mind.
We choose words
like piano keys
to ease thought into chimes.
And we chime upon everything
and every sound we hear.
We diffuse
all times ticking bombs
to distill hope from fear.
And the hope
that we plant we tend.
We water, trim, and cut.
Like the grape
on its path to wine-
we smash beneath our strut.
And we strike chords with expertise.
We lean into each note.
We give time a new signature.
Small hand on big throat.
All the gun barrels
placed in mouths
all the tongues
can account
for the silent times
where words
play no part.
Love is art
of the give and take
the build and break
the bends.
It is found in
a simple kiss
the laughing bliss
of friends.
And our friends
and our enemies
are much more
than they seem.
They are tall
booming beams
of light with their own
hopes and dreams.
We form teams-
taking sides
with our own.
We commit
to our fantasies
our prayers
and our poems.
And these poems
how they turn to dust
how they blossom with time.
They are like seeds
the farmer plants
with bare hands
in the mind.
And my mind
feels the brush of wind
takes strangers in
notes signs.
It is coaxed
by the pretty face
Egyptian lace
the kind.
And it broods
in it’s silent place.
And stirs
when she calls.
And it prays
for a peaceful space.
And answers to Saul.
But it knows
it knows none of it.
And it blurs
by the feed.
It prefers
all the gentler things
and cyclically bleeds.
And it bleeds
flowing streams of words
through the silence of night.
Softest page
of her inner thigh.
She asks
“What would you write?”
I would write
of a burning book.
How each thought stood alone.
How the words had formed families
sheltered from the unknown.
How the unknown would come again
for the words could not hide
truths and meanings
they held within
when the pen
took no sides.
And the pen
could be fingertips
softest tongue
against flesh
little toes
against calves
and necks
behind ear
with soft breaths.
And the writing
became the walls
and proposed new design
until silence took charge again
and disposed
of the mind.
How she laughed
when I told her that.
How she smiled
and she stirred.
How the room
took a different light.
How the lights
beamed and blurred.
All the lights
of the city gleamed
as if all burned at once.
All the thoughts
gently laid to rest-
the bequest of new Suns.
And the books
that would hold these thoughts
were the Suns that now burned
in small rooms that were
just like this
where we basked
and took turns.
And the spotlights
that shine on me
navigate every touch.
I am moved
to the darkest space
where small stanzas erupt.
And eruptions
they blind and quake
when too close
to the site.
As if thighs
were parentheses
holding silence
in light

For the love of SA music

These are my chosen ones...

Thandiswa Mazwai. I dig her even though she's a bit of a weirdo

Zonke Dikana. I just love her and i love her album even more. Sigh...


Lulu Dikana. One of my favourite artists at the moment.

 The Soil. Love, love, love this group. I think i was a talent scout in my previous life. I remember saying that this was gonna be the next big thing in SA and indeed they are.

HHP. The guy is totally powerful on stage. Something about Motswako that just makes me wanna shake my booty...I don't like his latest album though. bleeeehhh...

Tumi and the Volume. I dig them for days

Nothende. I so love this girl. Her latest single, "Remember love" touches a very delicate spot....
Remember love is what got us here, remember love... whoooossssaaahhh

Kabomo. I absolutely dig this guy. he is bloody awesome. His rendition of Sankomota's song, "Papa" left me speechless. If you do not know who or what Sankomota is, clearly you are too young.

Monday, 15 October 2012

The lover in me

It may be easy to look around our world today and see the appearance of chaos, difficulty and strife.  Yet, when we come from an open heart, we can also see our opportunity to love all things into balance, joy, harmony and peace.  This planet does not need more visions of desperation, fear, doubt and hate - it requires an abundance of love, especially unconditional love, to heal and restore the beauty contained in every moment.  This becomes the easier path once we take the first step and begin to share our love.
When we bring unconditional love back into our personal, professional, community and family lives, we begin the journey of restoring wholeness and happiness to our planetary adventure.  Of course it takes determined effort on our part as the old ways of being are quick to return in our mind.  However, this effort to love is rewarded with a new perspective on everything and all life benefits as a result.

Proverbs 10:12
"Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses."

For the love of Hip Hop

Just when you think you know hip hop it surprises you and reminds you why you fell in love with it in the first place. What is the difference between rap and hip hop. Well it’s pretty simple; it’s like saying you love somebody and being in love with somebody. Rap is only a word. To hip hop. I loved you, I still do and I always will. You are the perfect verse to a tight beat. #best lines from my all time favourite movie, Brown Sugar#
These are just some of my favourite hip hop artists... Enjoy. :-)

 He is a legend in his own right. Totally awesome

 Give me common, any day...

I'm still one of those Fugges die-hard fans that are still hoping that they release an album soon.

 Talib is also a little legend, according to me that is

 This boy is also too awesome for words. I see a great future for him

 Mos Def. Everytime i see this man I sing, "Memories don't live like people do..."

 Dead Prez. They are just dope

J Cole. He's not only good but he's also a cutie...


Let it go by TD Jakes
There are people who can walk away from you.

And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you:
let them walk. I don’t want you to try to talk another person into
staying with you, loving you, calling you, Caring about you, coming to
see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is
tied to anybody that left.
The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made
manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt
they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are
joined to you, you can’t make them stay.

Let them go.

And it doesn’t mean that they are a bad person it just means that
part in the story is over And you’ve got to know when people’s part in
your story is over so that you don’t keep trying to raise the dead.

You’ve got to know when it’s dead.

You’ve got to know when it’s over. Let me tell
you something. I’ve got the gift of good-bye. It’s the tenth spiritual
gift, I believe in good-bye. It’s not that I’m hateful, it’s that I’m
faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He’ll give it
me. And if it takes too much sweat I don’t need it. Stop begging
to stay.

Let them go!!

If you are holding on to something that doesn’t belong to you and was
never intended for your life, then you need to……


If you are holding on to past hurts and pains…

If someone can’t treat you right, love you
back, and see your worth…..


If someone has angered you …….


If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge……


If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction…..


If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or


If you have a bad attitude…….

If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better……


If you’re stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level
in Him……


If you are struggling with the healing of a broken


If you keep trying to help someone who won’t even try to help


If you’re feeling depressed and stressed …..


If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling
yourself and God is saying “take your hands off of it,” then you need

Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new
thing for 2007!!!


Get Right or Get Left .. think about it, and then ..

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
Women IV. a prise poem for women by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
Life without life it's not life
Almost everyone will remember
Day and night is cycle of life
Life on its own is not matured
I reiterate well spoken words
Hence its admiral, the day I recognize the significant role of women

Some women can bless the day indeed
with their smiles
with their Assimilate of culture admiral
with high concentration of moral fibre

These are the women of integrity
I talk nothing else but
Women like Nthabiseng Mthethwa
Women like Mapaseka Dlamini
Women like Sebolelo Mokoena
Women like Elsie Moganedi
Look around they are there
To reconstitute norms and Values.

I call them women of integrity

As Harley barley, there are honourable women
Full of high concentration of moral fibre
They adhere to walk the walks
And talk the talks; they are extraordinary in every aspect
Women like Delsile Hlophe
Women like Nonhlanhla Ndlovu
Women like Ellah Ngomane
Women like Whitey Mahlangu
Chronically they remain transparent

I call them honourable women of integrity

Fair remain fair as long as it's fair
There are extraordinary women
They are living in their time
And they are in time with their integrity
They deserve honour as they live it
Perfectionism is not enough
They remain constant and consistent
Women like Mapule Tshabalala
Women like Sara Mahlangu
Women like Selina Madihlaba
They are extraordinary women they deserve their Honour
I for one applaud them for inherent of their heredity

There are women who are making difference
Printing their footprints
Simplicity remain predictable
They have their own significance
Women like Nomusa Tshangana
Women like Nomsa Masilela
Women like Modiegi Mphake

I call them extraordinary women of integrity

There are superwomen and extraordinary women
Honourable women and women of integrity
They have built their reputation and sustain moral regeneration
They have gained it through their subordinates
I re-institute and reinstate their perfectionism
And their high concentration moral fibre
And they remain significant role players
Women like Nonhalnhla Matshika
Women like Thokozile Moyo
Women like Leisje Templeman
Women like Magrietha slabber
Women like Lisa Mateya
And the list is endless

To all of you, Halala Basadi! ! !
I salute you today

Sunday, 14 October 2012

The fashion lover in me

This is what i always feel like saying to people. because really there's nothing that brings me pain like a bad outfit.

This is some of the collections i've run into while browsing the net and fell in love with. I hope you love them as much as i do. But it doesn't really matter if you like them because this is my blog and what i think is actually what matters. LOL!!

I'm really digging this outfit

I'm really not sure how i feel about this shoe. #sigh#

I did mention that i absolutely loved the outfits on "The help"

Mary J always looking so awesome

Stoned Cherrie never dissappoints

I'm totally in love with this shoe.

I don't wear pumps but i could rock this