Be bold and MIGHTY FORCES will come to your aid.

*cues the SUPERWOMAN song*

As I am  typing this week's posts, am so tired, so sleep deprived, walking around with a swollen face and wishing the MIGHTY FORCES would rather just fast forward time to mid November.

I have not done anything bold of late, just waking up and being part of the day when everything else is falling apart.  My mighty forces of course are the amazing people around me, who hold me, when I can't be bold or feel like I can't anymore.

So my mighty forces are already at my aid.

The Soil

The soil is a group that sings in vernac...vernac X-ho-za*he he which in Xhosa in an English accent.*   The band consists of two guys and one girl and sing beautiful love songs.  A little bird just whispered in my ear that they are performing at the Kirstenbosch Gardens at the beginning of November.  This is right before we write our Business Management exam, the one subject that totally shows me flames. 

Now the question is to go or not to go? Besides the going, who to take with?  Can't exactly take Rox, who does not understand Xhosa*sad face*, and I doubt the girls in my unit like The Soil. 

I have missed their shows twice already, in Bloem and here.

Whats a girl to do?

*triple sigh*

Am grateful for...

Savanna Sampson...your acceptance, your craziness and the way you always want to embarrass me thinking I will love you any less makes me laugh.

Zanele Khewu...for being kinder to yourself for a change.  The same kindness you share with everyone, you deserve.  Remember this.

Lastly, to Itumeleng Nkopane, my irritating and always happy friend.  Half of the time truly speaking I want to knock your teeth out.  But your never go down spirit I silently need, SOMETIMES.

If not now, then when?

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This must truly be my lucky day or not because am still lazy to do my Media studies and I have a presentation tomorrow*BBM bruised face*.  Anyways the title of today's post reminds me of a woman I totally idolize *please note the groupie lingo, words such as TOTALLY*, Tracy Chapman.

This is how the song goes:  IF NOT NOW, THEN WHEN? IF NOT TODAY, THEN WHY MAKE THE PROMISES? A LOVE DECLARED FOR DAYS TO COME IS AS GOOD AS NONE.  YOU CAN CRY TILL MORNING COMES, YOU CAN PRAY FOR A NEW DAY, PRETTY SOON IT WILL BE COSTLY...COZ IF NOT NOW, THEN WHEN?

Aaaah just singing those possibly wrong lyrics made me smile.  Tracy is my guilty pleasure, which this time includes no fat or anything that aggravates my acne*side eyes chicken wings, bubbly milk chocolate and hot custard*.

Blind FAITH

My blog like my personal life will take a turn from here on.  What originally started as a blog telling you guys about my 'great trek from Bloem to Cape Town" and my tedious adventures will now be a journey to something more profound I hope.  My journey through life without my Mother.  A very unexpected turn, just like my coming here to Cape Town.  Well that was planned, but the events that came with my moving were unexpected.

Something is going on in my life, my faith is being tested, and my trust in God and other people is on trial as well.  This was supposed to be an easy post to write because I knew what am going to say, but now that am here I have gone blank.  I plan a lot, I like routine as I have mentioned more than a thousand times.

Today though, I learnt yet again, that when God shows up, HE TOTALLY SHOWS OFF.

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*note to self:  I am going to celebrate every single emotion, that makes me feel normal again.

Watch this space.

I moved to Cape Town in the hopes of becoming a fashion buyer.  This was going to be possible because I came with no plan B, I was going to chase this dream till it happens.  Come rain or sunshine I told myself and my Mother.  I hope you do pick up that I am speaking with a past tense tone.  This is because I was told again that I have no Textile background, so this wont be possible for now.

I am going to start working again, probably in a job I dread but I will save money like I did the first time and study again.  This is my passion, my purpose...no ifs or but.  If Sbu Mpungose, my role model could be the first black editor for Cosmopolitan, what is stopping me?  Freaking circumstances my inner negative voice says, but these can always be turned around.  Have no plan B and your hunger for it must never be fed.

I am down, but I dont like the feel of the cold tile on my face!!!

*walks away in her imaginery red sole heels*

Am thankful for...

To be continued...I can't dance in the rain today, with my luck this week, I might just catch a cold!!!!