Nostalgia

I was going through my memory bank and found these, I thought for them to have stayed in my mind and heart, must have meant something. On some of these I cannot remember what or how, but I remember.

I remember playing hide and seek between windows and curtains. I remember rose bushes. I remember a sausage dog. I remember sugar plantations and peacocks on telephone poles. I remember a whites only bench and a rough sea. I remember running in front of a swing and getting stitches. I remember swimming in a dam and the sun touching its brim, like a lemon on a cocktail. I remember baseball, and rollerskating, and hopscotch, and oumas rusks and riding on the back of a van. I remember being called coolie for the first time and thinking that sounds awful. I remember befriending the caretakers at school and lunching with them. I remember gas stoves and hot tea on beach outings. I remember swimming past the pier, swimming from pier to pier, being sprayed with ink from a stingray. I remember having glued smeared all over my face. I remember being suicidal, while being happy. I remember my first splif and my first dance, my first award, my first regional colours, my first faint, my first R2, my first pair of jeans. I remember my hair cuts being at a barber. I remember fetching water from a river to take home to have a bath in, sitting in the boot with the water, it was open, I was the protector of the water! I remember not having everything, I remember being happy. I remember not having my parents say no, but trying everything to make sure that we were happy. I remember eating by candlelight, I remember big tomatoes with mince. I remember pretty dresses and short hair. I remember mitochondria but not logarithms. I remember bus rides and train rides and car rides. I remember a story about a white rabbit. I remember beaches and sunshine, I remember beaches and rain. I remember being called coolie for the second, third, fourth and fifth time. I remember becoming. I remember babysitting and bible verses, liking boys, liking philosophy. I remember my second splif, my philosophy tutor and thinking, I will be a freedom fighter! I remember sitting in front of the TV and watching Bruce Fordyce win the marathon. I remember a freedom march in primary school, I remember the song we sang. I remember long distance races and relays, high jump and long jump. I remember driving. I remember making invites and knowing that Madiba, Father of our Nation, will hold one. I remember loving God, loving my sister and loving my brother, and loving my mother and loving my dad. I remember riding on the back of a bike with Jacques in country that I will make my home. I remember the lady that I spoke to everyday and did not understand a word. I remember sugar plantations and running in them looking for the perfect sugar cane. I remember my best friend. I remember my first contraction, I remember the last stitch. I remember crabs in rivers and climbing trees, I remember an accident. I remember an accident, I remember an accident. I remember the Life those accidents took. I remember being good, i remember being bad. I remember dropping out, I remember being focused. I remember pool parties and floating candles. I remember the little baby that caled me 'mama', (I think of him often). I remember my wedding day. I remember geckos and monsoon rain, the shy lizard and the snake that slithered past, I remember falling on electronic fecnces. I remember helping build a church. I remember the colour purple and the colour yellow. I remember the birth of my children. I remember a Life that has been worth it.
I remember that LIGHT and LOVE were always with me.

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No matter

No matter what, I will come home.
No matter what, I will be me.
No matter what, I will let good happen to others.
No matter what, I will love.
No matter what, I will allow for freedom.
No matter what, I will forgive.
No matter what, I will do the right thing.
No matter what, I will be beautiful.
No matter what, I will let my spirit be at peace.
No matter what, I will be comfortable with who I am.
No matter what, I will choose to dance and paint the sky in colours, only I dream off.
No matter, no matter:
I will soar higher and more swiftly than a hawk.
I will stand on this Proclamation and LIVE, for I have nothing better to do, than to make this LIFE worth it!

Love and Light
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The Way of the World

This is not a judgment, neither can I say, a mere observation. Frankly, my Dear I don't give a damn what you say it is. Most of you know the disembowelment I feel right now. I have never experienced such unethical practice, here in my world, to squash a person into a little ball and kick them out of the window, (hold on to your theory on pollution, this is worse), is no eye baller, AT ALL. Now if you know me and, and you would only be reading this because you do, I can be nice, I can be oh so nice, that when I HIT you, all the nice that is in me will be in that whappa!!! So if you do the math: me being very nice + you stepping on my toes = me stepping on your toes with the weight of Kilimanjaro.
Ok I know that this is not your orthodox christian way of dealing with things, but this is not revenge either. It's just letting the law, that protects me do what it has to! See, I believe in justice, I believe in enjoying what you do, I believe in respect and love for all. I do not beleive in a perfect world, I believe in making it worth while, even for the next person!