Everyday recovery

This post was inspired by one of my favourite celebrities Jada Pinket Smith. It kind of reminded me that we are all recovering from something. Her post made me realize that I am also recovering from something.

Whether you recovering from abuse, trauma, depression, alcohol abuse, failure of relationship, or disappointments. The good thing is you’ve managed to take the first step by admitting to yourself that you are suffering and you taking another step forward to recover.

This is to my dear friend that I still love very much

Dear friend,

I know it’s only been few years since the pregnancy before marriage took place and the everyday struggle that you faced when people including your own friends were giving you nasty  looks  , and losing the father of your child in the short space of time.
I know you spend so many years recovering from the loss of your parents. I know it was never easy. To be honest I’ve learn so much during this process of your recovery myself.

I was so encouraged when I saw you take the first step by getting A’s and B’s on your final year in high school. And I was more encouraged to see you take even further step after a row of disappointments by getting out of the house after months of struggle to get out of the house to face the public.

The biggest lesson of them all is when you failed, ran and managed to come back. And you took two steps back. I want to tell you that we are all recovering from something. We may not show it in pubic but we are all recovering.

There is no one person on this planet that is not recovering from something even if it’s something small. Jada says the process of recovery is about regaining oneself from whatever it is that may have stolen us.

Friend your strength cannot be measured, you are strong behind doubts. I am grateful that I am here to see it all. Thank you so much for reminding me that I am also in constant recovery, even if at times I do not know or I cannot see the progress.

Thank you!

Hi my name is Ncumisa and I’m recovering from obesity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Democracy, it is

Because of democracy that i trekked anywhere I want, with no fear,

Nor anxiety, with full confidence that I belong to it, because many suffered,

And were tortured for the privileges I have today.

Many fought, few survived and the rest took credit for the dead can’t speak

Nor breathe.

Call me a survivor but I’ve done nothing, worship me, and celebrate my days

With joyful songs but I was never restrained nor told what to do.

It is because of democracy that I can speak freely, allow enclosure dance into

 The tiles of my own civilised floor, that I carried, shared and save it for the last dance.

Don’t blame it on me, but

It is because of democracy that African Nation is demonised, filled with anger,

It is the reason that I live in a small box, covered with hood,

Humiliated, discomfited self-conscious,

Sharing privacy and joined with insufficiency to carry the journey

And still smile that i belong into a warm community.

It is because of deficiency that we are joined in one circus, blinded by mist

In the veld,

 Reveries no longer occur; sometimes she thinks she will wake up

This will be a nightmare, but here I am

The mist has gone, but the perspective remain,

The roots have replanted

With free body’s, slaves in mind

Now the grass is brown, for the winter has taken over

....to be continued

Trap, accounts suck I don’t want to hear about them

Trap, accounts suck I don’t want to hear about them

Most people do say that. During my time at Edgars as a financial consultant, I approached people and help them to open new accounts. My salary depended on the accounts that I make (commission). I came across with lot of people who had enough of accounts; they want to close what they already have because they are in debts or just can’t pay what is expected of them to pay.

The is one thing I have noticed, it is that they get excited when they get too much credit, and take everything, even the things they do not need. I was talking to one lady the other day, she took a jacket, it was pretty small to her, but she took it, because it was on sale.

That is the reason why our people end up in debts cancelling, or blacklisted. We buy things we do not need because we can and struggle to pay back, its not because they do not know that they will still need to pay the debts, but the excitement that comes when their accounts are approved makes things look unreal and, taking taking and taking without paying and even better, they get R500 free voucher, when the take for R1600 or more. But the tricky part about that R500 voucher is, you can’t take things that are on sale or cell phone, once you take a phone that R500 automatically end once you take a phone. 

The real problem is not furniture or clothing stores, it is the matter of discipline, we all need to discipline ourselves to be able to move forward, having an account with credit, means you have a cash on your pocket, even if you were able to wear your old nice clothes in a party, because you have your credit on your account, you’ll be tempted to take new stuff.

If you know you not differ from the rest of South African, you struggle with self control, then accounts are not for you, continue using cash, then you’ll be a better person, that will be free from debts, phone calls from stores and you’ll be defiantly free from switching off your phone at the end of the months because you know private is going to call.

Phenomenal Woman

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
Phenomenally.
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
Phenomenally.
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

Phenomenally.
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
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Sky so blue

So sky so blue,

With friendly overture, tempting

To follow the perspective of its ordinary,

Forget about the day yet to come.

Sky so blue,

Despite retition inconsistent dark clouds

That blends and blemishes its tendency

Sky so blue with its beauty, bequested

To the nature lovers, us! Abiding in society,

While stars squeeze in, striving to survive in the

Darker circuit of its planet. And deficit the dark clouds

That creates a chaos among the space planet.

Sky so blue,

But no one has ever seen, nor notices, while the other world see it

All, an author describe less, and controversy continue ruling the human

Nature, while generation to come, with its curiosity belated vintage,

Continue believing the ending world.

Sky so blue,

Beautify the whole planet,

With its marvellous attractive colour changing once,

Focus closely,

With the full moon that tempt everyone dance in the sky, sleep on the mountains

And smile at the Lord,

But clouds sp dark covers all the beauty and leave a mark and round stain

Whenever it is present,

Sky so blue,

That makes clouds so jealous, that lead to trespassing, crossing boundaries

And play Sky’s part in the planet.

In case you needed encouragement

Still 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