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Lolly Jars
Well, I have two more sleeps before I head off on an overnight connecting flight to Johannesburg. Leaving my kids and husband behind for family responsibility decided on by others. Missing the event of the year, the School May Fair, which is a great day of fun, and something I’ve been looking forward to since the inaugural Fair from last year. But no, I rather need to take my life in my hands, and brave the Jhb roads, to satisfy other people’s expectations of what I should be doing with my life. And how I should be spending my non-existent cash, and time. Because I have unlimited leave and money grows on trees.
To cheer me up, I did my part and contributed a few Lolly Jars (candy jars) for the Lolly Jar ‘Lucky Dip’ stand. BFF is under strict instructions to buy a couple for myself, because Lolly Jars make me happy. Sometimes it’s the simple things in life.
Looking at the jars I’ve made up, I suddenly feel sorry for the poor soul who ends up with the yellow jar. Who wants a jar with only yellow lollies? (Candy, sweets in South Africa, lollies in Australia, you get the idea). Oops. Sorry, my bad.
And here’s a reminder from last year. (I am really upset at missing the fair. If I think about it too much I am going to get angry. And angry on me is not flattering).
Chasm
It has been nearly two years since I last returned ‘home’. A loved one said to me that he dreams about me at night. Distance separates so that others dream of me, as I dream of my mother who has long passed away. And yet I am still alive. Often we hear or even say, the world nowadays is connected and has become so small. But yet, when souls are separated, the world doesn’t feel small at all. It feels as if there are great chasms that exist, insurmountable to pass.
I am here
You are there
We are apart though
Never in heart
Back in Time
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Life’s a Candy Store.”
I would wish all my family together – both sets of grandparents, parents, sister, aunts, uncles and cousins, and have a family day, with a swimming pool and ice cream on hand. They would all bring a plate of their most famous dishes – my aunt’s cremora tart which is like a lemon cheesecake, my maternal grandmother’s home made pies etc. My dad would be the bearer of gifts as giving gifts is one of his ‘love-languages’. And we would have a feast, celebrating each other and the essence of life. Hold up! The cynic in me has foreseen a problem in this fairytale day, as we have chain-smokers on the one hand and vehement anti-smokers on the other. #blessFamily. Okay, I would wish them all non-smokers for the day (I’m in the non-smokers camp). Problem solved.
And very thankful I am for memories of souls departed, and times spent with grandparents and favorite aunts etc. Experiences my children will never have.
Family Cycle
My son is super-
Fast on his bike, my daughter
Is too, I am not
#30km cycle and I am wrecked
Family Ties
I have a sister far away
Bound by blood and love
We said goodbye
We kissed and hugged and waved
And then we parted and
Moved away
Skeeter
I met you when you were newly born
Your face touched my heart, and you were mine
Companions we have always been
And I miss you now so terribly
I wish you were here to be with me
I will never forget your love shared
So unconditionally
You were mine, and my heart was yours
Wherever you may be, my dear beloved one
I’ll hold your essence right here
In my memory
My Goldilocks Moment!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Hello, Goldilocks!.”
After my mother passed away, and my first love (from university) and I were both working, he started looking at rings. We were both 23, and I was not ready to get married. I was not ready to live with him either, because culturally I had always been taught that it was expected of me to stay at home until I got married.
So I ended the relationship, and endured three years of dating. This was like embarking on a Goldilocks adventure. One soul whom I was very fond of, went out on his birthday (with me by his side) and got so drunk I had to help carry him home. I hardly drink, and have never been drunk. I have seen too much of drunk reactions for it to ever be fun for me. Next!
Another invited himself to my home, and on the first date (date meaning he invited himself over for coffee at my apartment), looked around to see if my home was good enough for him to spend the night (because by this time I lived alone). For some reason, I don’t think so! Next.
Another enjoyed trips to undesirable areas to buy crack cocaine. With me in his car. And then promptly used it with his friend he picked up along the side of the road somewhere. Next.
And so it continued!
Until finally, I had endured enough. If this is what my life is going to entail, then I’d rather be alone. I might go crazy in the process, but I am a bit crazy anyway, so no news there.
And then one day I met my husband. He had replaced me in a six-month break away from my existing job. He was 30, and a bachelor and doing his best to stay that way. Ha! Thirteen years, two minions, and a new country later!
And that is my Goldilocks moment 🙂
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