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Monday, 12 August 2013
Thursday, 8 August 2013
You Strike a Woman, She Strikes You Back.
Tomorrow is Women's Day in South Africa, a public holiday. The words "Wa thint' umfazi, wa thint' umbokodo" (You strike a woman, you strike a rock") will be repeated over and over again. I've never been able to make sense of this refrain, but many people do and will no doubt repeat it, again and again.
In 2013, I think we need a new motto for this day. Firstly, can people please stop striking women? Secondly, if you're a woman and someone strikes you, I think you should give them an ass whupping they will never forget.
We're not rocks. We are feeling, bleeding, human beings. I don't want to be "strong" tomorrow, I want to be vulnerable and safe, in the knowledge that my "weaknesses" will never be used against me, not exclusively but especially by those that profess to love me the most.
Aluta Continua.
In 2013, I think we need a new motto for this day. Firstly, can people please stop striking women? Secondly, if you're a woman and someone strikes you, I think you should give them an ass whupping they will never forget.
We're not rocks. We are feeling, bleeding, human beings. I don't want to be "strong" tomorrow, I want to be vulnerable and safe, in the knowledge that my "weaknesses" will never be used against me, not exclusively but especially by those that profess to love me the most.
Aluta Continua.
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
How Can I Miss You if You Won't Go Away?
My friend Robbie has an expression he loves to use: "How can I miss you if you won't go away?" It always makes me laugh.
Frankly, I doubt if even one person has missed this blog. Which is just fine by me as I'm not even sure why I started it to begin with. I've started writing here again because I think I've figured out what it means to ME. It's my thoughts. That's it. I'm not using it to gain fans, followers, fame or fortune. A private diary is always an option I suppose, but it feels so ... 1930's a-la Anais Nin. This in one way can be my diary, albeit a public one.
Many times I would start writing and then just delete it, because I didn't like what I had to say and in turn what it said about my negative state of mind, especially about this country. When I stated this blog I had just closed down my business and was resentful and bitter. My writings were exposing something about me I didn't care for, never mind sharing it publically.
I must be feeling more positive then, or maybe things are just more in perspective.
In any case, I'm back. Even though I never really left.
Frankly, I doubt if even one person has missed this blog. Which is just fine by me as I'm not even sure why I started it to begin with. I've started writing here again because I think I've figured out what it means to ME. It's my thoughts. That's it. I'm not using it to gain fans, followers, fame or fortune. A private diary is always an option I suppose, but it feels so ... 1930's a-la Anais Nin. This in one way can be my diary, albeit a public one.
Many times I would start writing and then just delete it, because I didn't like what I had to say and in turn what it said about my negative state of mind, especially about this country. When I stated this blog I had just closed down my business and was resentful and bitter. My writings were exposing something about me I didn't care for, never mind sharing it publically.
I must be feeling more positive then, or maybe things are just more in perspective.
In any case, I'm back. Even though I never really left.
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