Waking dreams

Silences
Waking dreams
More silences
Kisses
Wistful sigh's over the telephone line
In my head I'm leaning on your chest
In my heart our fingers are intertwined

Our bodies may be miles apart
But not our hearts

Not our hearts

The Poem

Someone in my English- conversation class suggested that we all bring poetry and read it for our next session. I volunteer at an English- conversation circle with local Japanese people that want to practise their English. We have a 2 hour evening session every week.

I imagined that this could've been a difficult task due to the cultural differences and the varying levels of English comprehension in the class, but I wrote one anyway. Even if it is just for me to read. And maybe one day I'll share it with the person I was thinking of:


If forever has already begun
then you have already stolen the title
as the theme of my thoughts

I title your name on maps, books, pictures, labels, pariphanalea
You are branded in my smile now.

Let's make minituire models of you
We can raise them
Let's take it a step further and make them limited editions
that only we get to keep
We'll make them with our own bodies
We'll name them after YOU

Let's start a  start a closed corperation
A company of you, me and our beautiful babies

While the author of our lives transcrubes new chapters
We'll skip through pages, colouring them with our smiles and joy
Shining our light through captions
Whispering HIS prasies in every reading

Phela u "mina" akasekho enhliziyweni yami
Usulekile
Njalo mengithi mi... mi... mi...
akusavu-mi

Kumele ngi-thi THINA

2013 Diary entry

I am a little depressed

A year ago I was broke but happily working for an organization I believed in, with all the important people in my life around me. I had my parents, friends, mentors, and I had even found love.
Now, a year later, I have fulfilled some of my dreams. I am travelling, living and working in Asia,  but at the cost of leaving these very things behind. I was happy, and I changed that for bigger things. Things I have always wanted.

Lets be straight. I am not unhappy. I like it here. It just came at a cost and I'm feeling the pressure of it all. I wanted to learn lessons, I am learning them. The process of that is not easy adn i am maturing in ways that I didn't think I was ready for. These are the years that shape into who I will be for the rest of my life. Well, that sounds too final but, they mould my outlook on the world and influence some of t he biggest decisions I will ever make.

That said, it doesn't help that my mentors and spiritual advisors aren't close. All in all, I feel lonely. And heroes walk alone, yeah?

Sunday Morning KwaMachibisa.

Sunday morning,the choir woke me up. 

They bellowed at the top of their lungs as if to wake the whole neighborhood and let them know that Jesus is King. Even those who were reluctant were now on their way. Streets cluttered with well dressed commuters. Shiny polished shoes, pressed dresses and glowing weaves. Children running about in the church grounds, spilling onto the congested road. Cars moving slowly through a narrow road. Cars parked on either side. Sun hats and umbrellas. Bright colors. Loud exchanges of greetings through the clamor of church drums and insistent keys. 

We could hear the hum of the engines as they trail down the road in single file, revving as they got closer. Black leather coats and denims. Gloves. Hats. Dreadlocks. The bikers were on their way to church too, making a grand entrance that has everyone excited. 

At the convenience store next to the church, old men would slowly drift in to buy cigarettes, juice, hot chips, vetkoeks, nursing their hangovers. Next to that, a bar. Sunday morning and some are already having the hair of the dog. Children run about. Stray dogs lazing nearby hoping to get lucky. 

A few houses away, another church is already in session. Sunday school children sing for The Lord. I drive by on the way to my place of worship. Wave at the girls at the salon next door, floor filled with extensions as they're already at work.

I'm late again.