Cape Town

Life takes us to many places and just recently life lead me and 74 of my sisters to the beautiful city of Cape Town. These are just some of the many breathtaking views captured on camera. More pics will follow soon.

-This is my journey, these are the makings of a woman

Friendship

This is Voo. I love her to bits.  I have realised that friendship plays a very vital role on this journey to womanhood. I am truly thankful that I have such great friends.
 -These are the makings of a woman
       

To the lovelies who make life worth living

Sometimes we do things in life and never realise their impact. Sometimes we do things and we think they are in vain. When we go about our business of life we never realise the kind of impact our actions could have. A simple smile can make someone’s day, someone who had it not been for you, would have been miserable. It is important to be conscious of our actions and the energy we give out. On this journey to womanhood I have realised that part of the makings of a woman include a woman's ability to be responsible for the energy she gives out and in doing so become an inspiration to others.

I am humbled by the fact that other people can view me as inspiration to them. In the same way, I am inspired daily by people's lives.

 This is for you who keep smiling, you who go out of their way to be kind to someone even though you are having a bad day. This is for you who help strangers, you who are always giving out positive energy. Your efforts are not in vain, we see you, and we appreciate you. 

Thank you to the lovelies who make living life worthwhile

The big question - Why are we all born?

I woke up this morning with a burning question, one which was directed at my very existence. When I opened my eyes I asked myself: “But Busi, why were you born?" 

At the top of my head I started coming up with reasons for my existence but as I was doing that, something told me to stop.

Then gravity of the question hit me. It hit me with such a tremendous force that when I started thinking about it in depth I realised that I’ve never really taken the time to understand the true reason for my existence.

I realised that I go about everyday life without thinking about it, we all do. We get so caught up in our usual routines that we don’t even have to think about them. We wake up, go to work or school, perform our duties there, go back to sleep and begin the cycle all over again the next day. But why? Why do we do the things we do, act the way we act and say the things we say? Is there a greater reason behind it all?

We very seldom take a moment to ask ourselves why it is that we were born into this life.

Surely there are reasons why you are at the point you are in your life at this present moment, have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought about why your life is the way it is right now or do you just simply accept it and try to cope as best as possible?

Ever thought about the reason behind your hardships, your victories?

What are they there to teach you?  

I believe that everything that happens to us happens for a reason and once we get to understand the reasons why things happen to us then we get to understand why we are created, the true purpose of our existence.

I challenge you just like I challenge myself, to take a moment out of each day to question why you are alive and why things in your life happen the way they do. The answers you find might shock you, you might even find that you have been playing small and not rising up to the greatness which you were called for. Whatever answers you find I hope they lead you to the greatness I believe we all were called for. After all, the good book does say that we are the salt of the earth.

Stay blessed <3

“I Will Wait…for You” — Janette Ikz

I LOVE this poem, hope you enjoy it as much as I did. :) 

“I Will Wait…for You” — Janette Ikz

So it seemed, that it was cool, for everyone to be in a relationship but me..

So I took matters into my own hands… and ended up with him

Him who displayed the characteristics of a CHEATER, a LIAR, an ABUSER, & a THEIF

So.. why was I surprised when he broke into my heart?

I called 911, but I was cardiac arrested for aiding and abetting,

Cause it was ME who let him in…

Claiming we were “just friends”..

It was already decided for me by the first date, that even if he wasn’t!

I was gonna make him ‘The One’..

You know… I was tired of being alone,

And I simply made up in my mind, that it was about that time so I decided to drag him along for the ride,

Cause I was always the bridesmaid & never the bride..

A virgin in the physical, but mentally just a grown woman on the corner in heat!

Who was tired of the wait!

So I was gonna make him ‘The One’.

He had a… form of Godliness… but not much..

But hey, hey I can change him! So (honey) I’ll TAKE him, I mean he’s close… enough

Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of its use to me

Arties so clogged with MY will, it blocked HIS Will from flowing through me

So, I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack,

That flatlined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back

Through my ignorance He sawed,

Through my sternum He sawed & cracked open my chest

TO transplant Psalm 51:10

A new heart & a renewed right spirit within!

So now I fully understand,

Better yet I thoroughly comprehend,

How much I NEED to wait… for You.

See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning..

Cause in the beginning was the Word

And he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks,

And all he could whisper was sweet, empty nothings –

Which meant NOTHING.

He couldn’t even pray when I NEEDED him to

Asking him to fast would be absurd!

So forget about being cleansed & washed with water through the Word…

But I know You.. ♥

You were already praying for me

Even never having met me

Let me assure you, I will wait for you.

I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon copies of you

To appease my boredom or to quench my thirstiness I have for attention

And short-lived compliments from ‘sorta kindas’.

You know…. He ‘sort kinda’ right, but ‘sorta kinda’ wrong?

His first name LUKE,

His last name WARM.

I, I won’t settle for false companionship

I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms,

Attempting to find some closeness,

But never feeling so far apart cause, I just wanna be held

Cause ♫”all I gotta do is Say” No!

NO more ‘almost sessions’ of ‘almost coming close’

Passing winks & buying drinks,

I’ma, I’ma, I’ma flirt!♫

Who flirts with the ideology of,

‘Can you just tell me how much I can get away with & still be saved?’

NO more.

I’ll stay in my bed… alone, and write poems, about how I will wait for you 

He won’t even come close,

Our fingers won’t even interlock

We won’t even exchange breath

Cause I have thoughts that I’ve ‘saved as’ in a file that God has only equipped you to open.

I will no longer get weighted down,

From so-called friends & family talks,

About the concern for my biological clock

When I serve the Author of Time.

Who is NOT subject to time,

But I’M subject to Him,

He has the ability to STOP, FAST FORWARD, PAUSE, or REWIND at any given time…

So if we could role play,

You would be Abraham & I would be Sara

Or you can be Isaac & I can be Rebecca – a servant’s answered prayer

I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh,

Made up of your rib Adam!

And once we meet, like electrons

I will be bound to your nucleus, completely indivisible atom.

We even speak the same math: 1 + 1 + 1 = 3, which really equals 1 if you add Him.

We were all created in His image,

But you have the ability to reflect, project & even detect the Son.

If I were to explain what you looked like,

You would have to look like a star,

A son of the Son..

I would gain energy simply from the light on me.

I would need you , in order to complete my photosynthesis

I await your revelation, but once again from the genesis, I will wait for you ♥

And I will know you… because when you speak I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom,

Your ability to lead will remind me of Moses,

Your faith will remind me of Abraham,

Your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel,

Your inspiration will remind me of Paul,

Your heart for God will remind me of David,

Your attention to detail will remind me of Noah,

Your integrity will remind me of Joseph,

And your ability to abandon your own will, will remind me of the disciples,

But Your ability to love selflessly & unconditionally will remind me of Christ.

But I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews or any special Marks,

Cause His word will be tatted all over your heart.

And you will know me, and you will find me,

Where… the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth.

Where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary,

Which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna.

I will be the one, drenched in Proverbs 31… waiting for you.

But to my Father, my Father who has known me before I was birthed into this earth

Only if you should see fit…

I desire Your will above mine,

So even if you call me to a life of singleness,

My heart is content with YOU – the One who was sent.

YOU are the greatest love story ever told,

The greatest story ever known

You are forever my judge & I’m forever Your witness

And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business

Oh, I will always be Yours!

And I will always wait for You Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning…

More than the watchmen wait for the morning… I WILL WAIT ♥

The Detached - A poem by Maya Angelou

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/

 We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor care to know that                       DEATH IS INTERNAL. 

We pray,                                                                                  Savoring sweet the teethed lies,                                                                                                           Bellying the grounds before alien gods,                                                                                                               Gods, who neither know norwish to know that                                                                               HELL IS INTERNAL. 

We love,                                                                                                                                        Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands,                                                                                  Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,                                                                                            Kisses that neither touch no rcare to touch if                                                                              LOVE IS INTERNAL. 

My experience

After falling in love with these thick braids I decided to go and get them done. I must say i have a newly found respect for all those young women who walk around carrying these braids because THEY ARE HEAVY! Nobody told me that these braids would be that heavy. Although mine were not as thick as the usual ones they were still heavy. However i liked them and might just try them again. I have a newly found respect for the young women who wear this hairdo and make it seem so effortless.
Here are some of my pictures of my experience

Boho Box Braids

There is one thing that will never change and that is the fact that a woman's hair is her crown of glory. A couple of months back I fell deeply inlove with the BOHO box braids. I was so taken by the way different women wear them and hold their heads up high. here are a few pictures of really gorgeous women wearing their box braids with pride and elegance. These are truly the makings of a woman!

Happy Birthday!!!

The beauty of a woman stretches beyond just her physical features. The beauty of a woman lies deeply embedded in her ability to love and form close knit bonds with those around her. I found this true when I made a friend and sister of Kamogelo. Although having never have met her face to face she has shared with me a strong sisterly and loving bond. It is her birthday today and I wish her blessings and a life of abundance. What i know for sure is: an important part of the journey to womanhood is the ability to lean on your women friends known amogst us women as 'sisters'. This here is my sister and these are the makings of a woman.

I love you Kamo dear sister and friend

Why I changed the title of my blog

While Reflections was an appropriate title, I felt that there was more to this blog than just my thoughts and views of the world. I wanted to look at this blog ten years from now and see where I've come from and how I have grown from a young lady to a fully grown woman. So i hope you enjoy reading on and following me on this journey as i take my steps to womanhood. I have also given the blog a "face lift". unlike i had intended before, my blog won't be focused on poetry rather, it will be a series of random posts on how I'm feeling and what my concerns as a young African woman are. If i feel as though I need to express myself through poetry then I will but i don't want the blog to be restricted. 

Please keep reading. Enjoy and God Bless <3

Sometimes the only stamp of approval you need is your own

Sometimes 

All



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                    IS RIP MY HAIR OOUUUTTTTT!!

What do I know?... allow me to rant

Well I’ll tell you what I know if you just give me a moment.

I know that I am sick and tired. I’m sick and tired of young women who think that wearing as little clothing as they can will bring them respect and I am sick and tired of the young men that make them believe that. In short I am sick and tired of young women who don’t know their worth.
I am sick and tired of young people who use YOLO as an excuse to act stupid

I know that I am angry. I am angry at the boy at the mall who said ‘nice ass’ to me because I am not a piece of meat. I am angry at the young lady who introduced me as her ‘bitch’ to her friends.

 I am angry at myself for not speaking out at those moments when my womanhood was degraded because it was ‘normal’. I am angry at myself for allowing myself to be dragged to parties where I saw young people going to the extremes which caused me to fear for our future. More importantly, I'm angry at myself for going back to those parties and being part of the problem not the solution. I am angry at myself for succumbing to social pressures knowing very well that I am bigger than them and that a ‘joint’ will get me everywhere besides success, prosperity, respect and the greatness i know i am capable of. I am angry at myself for not detaching myself from my so called ‘friends’ who don’t really give a damn and influence me in ways that are detrimental to my success. I am angry at myself for not being angry sooner because this anger is my light at the end of the tunnel, my wake up call to answer the call to my greatness.

I know that I am fed up. I am fed up with young women thinking that men define their value. I am fed up with people telling me that I should ‘get a man’. I am fed up with young men using women as sex objects and nothing greater than ‘the hoe I banged last week’. I am fed up with young people telling me I'm too serious because I won’t answer the call to ‘bitch’. I’m tired of being told to lower my standards because they aren’t ‘real’. I’m fed up of young women who think that heartbreak is a norm. don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that heartbreak never happens, all I'm  against is actively going out to seek it. I’m also fed up with young men who think that cheating on their girlfriends is part of life’s journey and if you don’t cheat o your girlfriend you have some type of mental disorder. I’m FED up.