When you feel God's love,you know it is his Love

Somewhere,in the confines of my deepest thoughts,in the crevices of my hidden heart,i'm hosting a feast of thanks-giving.The feast is alien to me,but the merriness comes naturally still.I am thankful to God for my lot.Thankful for all the blessings that have rained on. Undeserved favor.I, who is nothing. I, who does nothing.I, whom the Lord has pitied.I,whose heart is ridiculed by sin. The Lord has opened his flood gates on me and said,child ,your days on this earth shall be mirrored with blessing after blessing,and everywhere you go,you shall find favor with men. Thankful for the sleepless nights i get to spend,wondering if someday i will be a good healer.It is good,to know my inner instincts crave to do good.It is good to know,i do not know it all.It is good to know nobody on this earth knows nothing,nobody on this earth knows everything.It is also good to know that our lives are intertwined to fill in the gaps where others know,and to allow others to fill us where we do not know.God has been good,his fountain of blessing flows endlessly,just when i'm about to chill and say,God i thought your favor had run out,He shows me the vast ocean,shows me the depth and breath of his abundance upon my life ,reminds me I am Wada, God's beloved,Ndzimu wakandida.imi ngwana e ngwana wa Kakale ..imi banikati, imi itshururu cha ka ma Eleck..imi..how moving it is to know God's love wraps me from head to toe! ..and i am left in awe,singing endless praise and giving him glory for whom he has destined me to be,whom he has blessed my life with.Can God be sweeter than this!

My brain is a reforming harlot

My brain is an unscrupulous  harlot.

 never satisfied
always asking for more

My brain pursues not a single goal.

Never clings to an idea. 

Never grows old with a thought.

My brain loves fantasy,

day dreaming,

infatuation.

My brain is a hoarder.

Its a collection plate of ideas in a church of thoughtful givers

Piles them into one big pile of forgotten goods.

Keeps them brimming from crevices,

sweeps some under the rug,

 folds some into closets.

Dusts some off, 

smiles at them,

wonders why it lets good ideas go

My brain is a pot of stew,

gurgling and bubbling with stolen thoughts,

dreams,plans that simmer and simmer into a thick gravy of contemplation.

My brain is seasoning.

Adapting to seasons of change,

seasons of  maturity seasons 

of introspection and truth finding.

My brain is regretting.

Regretting seasons lost.

Regretting virgin ideas unexplored.

My brain is up for a dare.

My brain is willing 

My brain is  change

My brain is new habits
My brain takes vows
My brain settles
My brain
My brain
is determination 

If i had the skin for politics-what i would advocate for

If i had the skin for politics, I would strongly  advocate for kindergarten education: firstly because the most important years in anyone's education are the early formative years,it makes more sense for us as a country to mould our nation when its still pliable into a reading loving and education hungry nation,secondly this would  create jobs for the increasing number of teachers in our country: we do have jobs we can offer,its a matter of seeing where and how.Kindergarten classes could be built within the same compound as the primary schools,in every village,town or city.Its also high time re ka nna le a sporting academy,re ko re lese go nna re jewa hela.Im sure go na le bo Nigel le bo Amantle baba mmalwa in our country whose talents are never discovered.Kgomo tse di alolwang mo gae moo,ha bashimanyana le basetsana ba ba ka re ntse ba di alolwa e be gotwe wena nkare bokgoni bo teng ha ta  ya o tsene sekolo sa basiane,re ka nna e re ngwaga le ngwaga e be re sa lebelela Amantle a le nosi ko di olympiking...ke raa hela.

To increase our own ability to supply ourselves with food,as a government, the ministry of Agriculture could offer government lands well equiped with the right infrastructure and hire farmers just like other ministries who will be solely  responsible for the nation's gross produce.I would advocate for equal parenting rights,not only financially but the emotional aspect and physical aspect.Most children never meet their dads,the financial support may be available.It is high time some emphasis is put on the actual parent taking an active role in the life of the child.Money does not hire an ad-visor to educate a child as well as an involved parent would.

Health wise,I would place more emphasis on retaining  health professional,and equipping the already available hospitals.Every year the government spends a considerable amount of money training doctors whom half of never come back or leave after. I believe every individual has a right to seek a better opportunity elsewhere ,thats just plain simple survival skills--let us be an epitome  where that survival exists.Its awesome that foreign doctors are helping out with our shortage of local doctors.I applaud the that,however we all know there are language barries that may never be overcome.It is hard enough for our own local doctors to sometimes understand what patients present with.When accent comes into play its even harder,so is it really not worth it in the long run to give our own people a reason to come back home to,so our people can be well assured that ha motho a re o thabilwe ke setlhabi tota ngaka e mo utule.Ha a re o timilwe ke motsetse tota ngaka e mo thalogantse.We  also have so many building without skilled personnel or the right equipment.We should not be having to go outside of the country to get  CT scan.When Mandela is ailing he is hospitalised in South Africa.When a leader in our country is ailing ga o kake wa utwa gotwe o ko Marina,simply because we are lacking somewhere.Lets us provide health care and health equipment so efficient,effective and all the goo dyou can think of that there will be no reason for us to seek health care out side the country.The building phase has been well done,now its time to make sure we provide efficient and effective service.

Kgang tsa metsi le motlakase tsone tota need to be dealt with.Im sure if we dug deep into our dessert metsi a ka tswa goo gonwe ko tlase kwa.Instead of heavily relying on always having to pray for rain,lets look for other alternatives.Im sure God gave us faith and also somewhere in the bible there is a saying that Faith Without Works Is Dead - What does it profit, my brethren, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him?

So lets use our God given brains to have faith for water and at the same time dig for it.

Anyway .im no politician,i have no skin for it ,so i will simply advocate for the things i wish to change in the confines of my brain and my blog.

The Princess of Nzwazwi

This story began with an if, If I had to write a story for my 6 year and 10 year old sisters,what would it be. Once upon a time,in the village of Nswazwi,there lived a very kind and loving princess.She had large sparkling eyes, a wide smile and a caring heart.She had a kinky afro that she always held in colourful bright hair bands,nice full black lips, a big beautiful nose and flawless ebony skin.She was short and a little chubby.She was very very beautiful.Her  daddy was King Kenny and he owned hundreds of big healthy cattle, a farm where they grew yellow maize, grey millet, red tomatoes,,brown beans,green morogo ,watermelon and sugar cane.He was very rich.King Kenny was also very generous and everyone in his village loved him dearly.King Kenny loved his little princess very much.He let her come to the kgotla meetings with him to meet his people when they came to see him.When Princess Wandipa went to the Kgotla she tied her hair in a beautiful head scarf and wore a neat,well ironed dress. King Kenny taught her that her clothes should always be clean,even if they were old,they must be clean.She  helped wash them and asked the helper to help her iron them for her.The iron was not supposed to be used by children as young as her because  it was hot and it would burn her.King  Kenny taught her to respect everybody,from the little children ,to the old people,to her age mates,the poor and the very rich.When she asked aunty,the helper to iron her clothes,she always said,"aunty, please may you help me by ironing my clothes? "  Princess Wandipa was never rude. She  watched everything the elders did,learning so that one day she could do those things well too because King Kenny taught her to learn from others so she could be a wise young lady.When people came fighting to the Kgotla, King Kenny would hear them out,and when they finished talking he would ask Princess to bring them some tea,and diphaphata to eat.Princess Wandipa's diphaphata we well baked,and people always wanted more.Princess Wandipa gave them more to eat to their heart's content.When everyone was well fed,the King would ask Princess Wandipa what he must do.Princess Wandipa always smiled and asked the villagers why they were fighting.She told them fighting each other was bad.The villagers should love each other,protect one another and always make peace.The villagers would be embarrassed at themselves for lacking wisdom,and they would apologise and go to their homes peacefully.Princess Wandipa would then go into the village,and play with her friends.If one of her friend  in the village had no food, she would ask King Kenny to let them pick ripe maize,beans,morogo,sugar cane and let the family milk their big healthy cows.King Kenny would also give the family cattle to look after for him,and when calves where born King Kenny would give away the calves so that the family could have many more cows in the future.This way no one could remain poor in the village of Nzwazwi. King Kenny was very happy with the way Princess Wandipa cared for the villagers,and when he was about to die,he told the villagers that Princess Wandipa will inherit everything he owns and become the Queen of Nzwazwi  and she would look after everyone in the village.The people clapped and clapped because they knew she would be a caring Queen and they all lived happily ever after.

What I have been up to

My naughty self has been quiet lately.I needed some time off  to work on a short story for another competition and I did finish this one on time.I wish I could share bits of it,but that wont happen till after the competition because entries should not have been published anywhere for them to be eligible for submission. I'm talking about the Common Wealth competition folks,I did enter.The previous winners are really outstanding writers and their skill is way out of this world.If you want to enter ,the entry rules can be found at the following link http://www.commonwealthwriters.org/prizes/commonwealth-short-story-prize/ ,deadline is the 30th  of November.

On the other hand,I'm happy I did enter the Bessie Head Short Story  Competition,coming in second place was more than I had hoped for  considering I wrote the story within a short period of time. I was really excited when I heard the news.Its one of those things where you are kind of happy because you feel like your skill has been affirmed.Oh,by the way,publishers I can write lol. If you want me to write for you contact me hehehehe  To find out who won and what we won,you can visit this link http://thuto.org/bhead/html/awards/awards.htm . I'm hoping someday I will compete in the  novel category lol.I'm a lazy writer when it comes to developing a story but hey who knows what I might do if I set my mind to it.A few minutes ago,I was working on a little story for an African Princess,something similar to the Cinderella stories I read when I was young.I have two younger sisters and as I wrote about them I thought what if I wrote something they could relate to.I will post the story shortly on my blog. As for school,I'm a few weeks to doing surgery,trying to catch up.I did not like surgery before,but since last week I  have been in love with surgery,two surgeons were operating on a beating heart and I thought,wow that's awesome. Wish though,i could have learnt  my anatomy really well in first year,maybe being a surgeon would have been an option for me in the future,anyway its never too late to immense oneself in trying out for something right.

Last Week,we met up with Dr. Tebelelo Mazile Seretse Ambassador of the Republic of Botswana to the US and I was really inspired to be someone who fights  to achieve their dream just by listening to her talking about her success and failures.I will be writing about the encounter on The Seed Magazine.Its been a while since i wrote something there sadly. My dream is to be a caring doctor,with ample knowledge to do my job well,that's why i always cry when I do not know stuff i'm supposed to know lol. Im a big cry baby :) I want to be an internationally read fiction  writer, with a long list of books like Mme Mma Kubuitsile --I admire her :) You can check out her CV on her blog,http://thoughtsfrombotswana.blogspot.com/ It  is impressive especially in a country where publishing books is not that easy.I want to have written and published at-least a book every year till i'm 30 years old.I hope that happens.I hope next year i do well,so i could at least attend a writer's workshop to horn my skills and just be in the mist of more seasoned authors.I love No-Violet Bulawayo's style of writing,it resonates with my African-ness,if anything like that exists,and I hope I will be able to write something as profound as she is able to.One other thing I hope to do next year is attend Poetavango Festival,the artists there inspire me a lot,even though I have never met any of them in person,Thanks to Facebook and You Tube I get to view their videos.

Last but not least, I'm thankful to those who are never shy to tell me I write beautifully,its one more reason I continue to try to improve the skill,and from this day,I am going to try and punctuate well. I'm very bad at that :)

you are my gravity

A friend asked how we keep falling over and over  for each other when falling hurts this  much.

i smiled and  said
you are  my gravity
i cant help myself

you parachute me a safety net
everytime we hit  turbulence
and  i'm about to take a plunge
and before i reach rock bottom
you ambulance a love cushion

see that's why i'm not afraid of broken ribs
cause i know if i ever land on my left
there will be a set of  paramedics
with a crash kit full of earnestly felt sorry--ies
to heal my bruised heart

 this heart is fragile
it can be broken by thoughtless  words
just as much by periods of  silence
so you have made it a habit
that every-time words evade us
you hold me close
you never ask for space

cause space has no room for falling
space has no time for gravity
space cant put your arms around me
to listen to the beat of my heart
space cant hear the forgiveness verses our love preaches

so you said

the first time we hit turbulence

Babe,if we need to fall several times
to a world where we can always listen
to the gentleness and the want in our voices
to the earnestness of our mistakes
to knowing that when all is said and done
we never meant to hurt each other
then its okay to have our gravity
its ok if we get grazed knees once in a while
its okay
cause everytime i fall
you are there to pick me up
you have seen me at my worst
you have seen me at my best
and still smile
and you still say hey
you are my one and only Queen

for the record

you are my one and only royal heart
and if it takes many more bruises
i will keep falling
till i'm on my knees
praying to God
to always  center our gravity
so the forces in our hearts can always pull us to each other

Our schools have turned into grounds of forgetting

Today,in a village there is a little girl struggling with a foreign word
Today in that village there is a teacher who punishes her for something still so alien
Today in a class,that teacher tells her she will never amount to anything
Today her self worth is crushed right before her eyes
Just because she cant let go of the very words she has heard since her cord was cut
Today in that class she will choose to believe it

Tell me again, why do we measure our worth through foreign standards
Do we have to cut our own roots to replace them with grafts so foreign
I have learnt that though grafts can sometimes work better than the original version
Sometimes nature knows the true worth of uncompensated things

Why have our schools turned into grounds of forgetting
We lose the true sense of who we are the moment we enter learning gates
and the very walls that are meant to nurture us fail us
Even Einstein said, everybody is a genius
as long as you let them perform within the boundaries of their comfort zone
let the fish swim,and birds fly
But you keep asking the fish to fly and the bird to swim
by caging us through standardized rules
is this the pursuit of true learning

Do we know the price we really  pay for this sort of education
Do we know how many phrases we replace our own languages with
 every-time we mould our lips to pronounce a new word in a foreign language
Its seems our hearts are garbage bags that hold native in
and foreign is a set of tea cups reserved for visitors

Do you know how dilute our accents turn  in pursuit of education
A culture can never find a permanent place to settle if its owners hold it in disregard
A global village is a beautiful thing
But even greater beauty to behold  is letting every man be comfortable at the  sound of the very click and clang of their clan

Did you ever ask if this was also our pursuit of happiness
To teach us how to read in a language we have to translate several times to get the meaning of
Even the joy of jokes is lost the third time a joke is  translated
We cannot even speak our own virgin  languages
I'm sure you understand somethings are also better off heard in the very language of your own people
But you keep asking us to adapt,Adapt to whom

Is loss of self a  price worth paying to learn


inspired by an article in one newspaper where someone was lamenting at how they were made fun of for speaking their own language in school.

I cant change,even if i wanted to

You say my smile is a fire place

I know  my heart
 has never been a garbage bag
that holds unwanted things

and its been holding you