Sunday : the day of pretence, rest & reflection

The holiest day of the week is upon us, some may call it The Sabbath & some will simultaneously argue that Saturday is such a day, but having grown up in a household where we uphold this day, I'll tell all the 7th day Adventists, Jews etc to indulge me just for this  post...

Funny how most will be holy mofos today, infiltrating their social media pages with His word & yet a few hours earlier they were boogeying in/on Long...

Aaah the world gave birth to hypocrites, and as the guardian it shall continue to mind-kcuf us to believe in whatever makes us feel better about ourselves....

You see you're allowed to drink yourself motherless on Saturday & wake up on Sunday praising & worshipping His holy name, in a room full of last night's eligible drunks, now praying for their virgin wives somewhere out in the world & then on Monday you're back at work exchanging war stories about your colourful weekend.
Wow what are a beautiful & diverse species we are! So much so that the chameleon envies us for our schizophrenic multiple personalities ( as I type now, a voice is telling me this is too harsh for the average reader ), but I say to Bra Chals, not to fear we'll soon reach the age of 50 & suddenly need to have some religious sentiment, as we grow older, retire & consider what or where our afterlife will be.

If you think all the obvious religions are too constricting or overdone, never fear there's a new religion in the pipelines : Spiritual Atheism, where you're just thankful for what & who you have in your life!

You see brethren you're spoiled for choice & can belong to anything & everything for as long & as often as you see fit!

I being a mere mortal such as yourself, am too a hypocrite because I still use my youth as my crutch for all my spiritual confusion, and ask Him to bear with me.

I too still follow what I was brought up with, ie. the Lord is our God & as long as He makes me mum happy & content, He's still got my vote... praise & worship, a gifted evangelist still makes me feel annointed & it feels good knowing He's there watching over me.
 When I'll fully commit & let Him reign in my life, as His word asks, I don't know, but 1 thing I do know is faith is what you make of it.

No building, mortal or written word can ever dictate to you, what or how you're meant to feel, they're all just a reference, just like the government has laws in a country to govern the people, how you abide, is simply up to you.

That said may my God ( & whichever you pay homage to), bless your week & don't let such a heavy post as today's put you off  reading my blog, this was just a reflection, simply keeping in line with the day, I'll assume court jest as soon as my stage & scenes are on cue... watch this space!

Dankie Siyabonga.

Wednesday whirlwinds

My salutations & apologies for my scarcity, my brain has literally been around the universe in the 60 days since I last blogged.

You see friends I have been happy and scared as I grew up in a matter of weeks, as I moved from my aunt's sanctuary into my own nest, which meant that I now have to list my priorities, yes that dreaded word!

 Oh my Loyd do I hate responsibility!

I now have to think ahead, who the f*** does that, I mean life offers me the choice between a night out on the town & eating popcorn all month...
Then again considering I can't cook,so Poppy Corn & I should be well acquainted,  but the thought alone has me lisping over my imaginary, homemade gourmet meals for one.

Then there's the shopping sprees or the lack thereof, I mean when's the last time I walked into a beloved concept store & carelessly got whatever pair of sneaks I wanted, instead as I daydream about this my landlord's face comes into mind & a second later I see myself living in a flooded bridge with my stunning Nikey's, wrapped in a flea-market of a blanket...

Then there's the transport fare, each time Haagen Dazs & I plan on going on a date, my shoes start pinching me reminding me of the long walk home should we go, as there won't be cash for a taxi after that.

Arrrrgh don't even get me started on dining out...
Actually what is that, what do you do, what happens?
Oh you have to pay R50+ AND leave a tip oh YIKES, guess I'll save that trip for mummy's visit **,)

It's times like these that I wish my mum was in the same town as me, then life would be but a dream...

But then reality sets in & I sense the universe saying less yada yada, ( I need to start getting )more ching ching, or simply embrace the pauper's lifestyle.

Or it could simply just be another whirlwind of a Wednesday...