I turned the corner
As you did the same
And you caught me
Watching you
My face burned red
As my heart skipped
Its rhythmic beat
I could do no more
Than turn away
Author Vonita
Early Birds
In their black and white
Jackets the early birds smartly
Go on their way attending
To all that needs to be
Done in the new day
That has arisen
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Early Bird.”
The Lord preaching Thief
This one for the ladies!
Wake Up!
One Word Photo Challenge — Eigengrau
Happy Endings
Injustice
It is not funny
When words are said
Deliberately to cause pain
It is not funny
When injured by those
Who could be showing love
It is not funny
When a country turns off
Lights because there is no power
It is not funny
When denied a job solely
Based on the color of your skin
It is not funny
When there is no work
For a younger generation born
It is not funny
When all around is pain
And death and rape and suffering
It is not funny
Why would anyone want to laugh?
http://m.news24.com/fin24/Economy/South-Africans-learn-to-laugh-at-load-shedding-20150416
Share Your World — Week 15
Regarding your fridge, is it organized or a mess inside?
It has been cleared out, so it is semi-organized. We have yoghurt (natural, no-sugar), some cheese, milk, watermelon, salad, tomatoes, feta, and aubergines as part of the current inventory. Um, let me go check:
Who am I kidding, it’s a mess! I missed the fish oil tablets, and cream because my husband is only drinking coffee with cream of late (long story). And dubious cauliflower, not sure how fresh it is. I’m not the world’s greatest housekeeper, that’s for sure. I’d rather spend my time writing. On a positive note though, I do have my dream pantry after a good friend of mine organised it for me. And it’s been organised for two weeks already.
Have you ever been a participant in a parade? What did you do?
I’ve wracked my brain, but can’t recall the last time I was in a parade (sorry!)
How do you stand out from the crowd?
I don’t. I fly low. At a school club meeting the other day (meeting for school moms), I must have been the only one who didn’t say a word. The others must have wondered if I understand English. I do 🙂
How many bones, if any, have you broken?
I broke my collarbone when I was five, and jumped off the bed. My mother was out and we had a babysitter looking after us. It was really painful. I also had dental surgery a few years back. It involved breaking my jaw. That was really painful too.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Can I pass on these questions for a while please? I’m not in a good frame of mind even through all the encouragement. I really appreciate all the kind words and wishes sent my way. But I do not want to be parting from my blog and writing. I have only lately (as in the past few months) realised how much I’ve always written (acknowledging that it was writing albeit not poetry). To prove the point, here are a few letters I found sorting out cupboards. They were written to my grandmother from when I learnt to write from age 7 all through school. My grandmother kept them, and they were returned to me when she passed.
Thank you for reading, and thank you for all your well wishes and kindness!
❤
Growing Older
Mentoring Myself
I tell myself what I should feel
I tell myself what I should think
What I should do
What I should say
How I should act
And myself turns
The other way
It is like I never
Told myself
Anything
At all






