Thoughts and Other Things

So I'm back at it with the books, majoring in a subject I never thought I'd delve into because, well, I'm not really a people's person in that way. I never really know what to say when someone is in desperate need of advice, the pressure I feel always causes me to second-guess myself. But I'm strongly persuaded that this is the direction I ought to take, regardless of my fears and insecurities. In fact, I think I understand why I quit the first time around, I lacked a sense of direction. I was furthering my studies because it was the sensible thing to do, hence I was quick to be overwhelmed because even the modules I was taking made me feel confused. I'm actually glad I quit, I would have wasted precious time and money pursuing something I wasn't certain of, and that probably wouldn't be useful when I got to where I'm going. So far I'm finding my material quiet intriguing and challenging at the same time. I'm learning and realizing mistak...

I got bored with my twa (teeny weeny afro), so I braided it, by myself! It was the third time I braided a head, first braided my lil sis twice last month, all with the help and guidance of the sisterhood on YouTube. Exciting times we live in huh, you can get through life with all those DIY blogs and vlogs. The up side of DIY is always the cost. I'm not stingy or anything, I just like finding creative ways to save. The only thing I spend blindly on is food. Okay, okay, junk (I can't make my own Lays, and yes, I've tried). Anyway, I only spent R40 (for the extensions) on almost waist-length box braids. That is a bargain you will find no where on this earth! Last time I had such braids I spent R200 on labor alone, and that was almost two years ago. Sure it took me longer doing it myself (two days) compared to the six hours I took doing my sister's but gosh was it rewarding! I'm still smiling when I look into the mirror and my wallet is summersaulting! This had me t...

Your biggest lie was in trying to convince me that I had to do something in order to be like Him, when all I had to do was contemplate, consider, study myself. As I see me when I look into a mirror, He sees 'He' when He looks at me. When the surface is cleared and light comes, I reflect all that He is. I am His visible impression, produced by His Light, No wonder you're so scared. No wonder you try so hard to weigh me down, going out of your way to occupy and enslave me with lies fashioned as insecurities, all because you know better than any one else who I really am: His echo.

The ground we are standing on is shaking. Everything about South Africa at this point in time leaves you worried and wondering about where your passport is, that's if you have one. The rest of us are just praying for Jesus to come back. Watching or listening to the news can lead to depression lately, it's like listening to your death sentence being read out. The interest rates have gone up, more parts of the nation are being marked as drought areas, the rand is so weak there are talks of 'junk status' (they say our economy is flirting with recession), more people stand a chance of loosing their jobs as about 32 000 mine workers are said to loose their jobs, and the one that had both me and Olaf a little sad this morning: petrol prices went up at midnight (and we are warned that this is only the beginning). Then there's the bad decision making of our leadership and overall effects of corruption. I read in our local newspaper that our district has failed to pay up...