I logged in and could not find it
I scrolled down and it was not there
I refreshed the page and the numbers still stayed the same
It was not paid in, it was not given over
I am in the eleventh month and it still has not come
How long do i still have to wait for it to be paid over,
I logged in and it wasnt there
these empty months
These long hard working hours
I scrolled down and it was not there.
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And I have waited since the very first time
That I saw you and knew
That even for however long I will have to wait
On the day that I will know that I can
On the day that I know I can look in your eyes and can know
That I believe in this thing called love and that I can take your hand
Without a care Without Fear
And know that you
Can heal the pain of my loneliness
And of time I have no concept
because of time I can fill the empty spaces of my hearts black endlessness
and the scars of my lonliness
And as long as we have faith and hope
As long as we have love
There is a reason to live
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I found Anna
This is a very happy moment for me, I have been searching for a Swedish friend that I met working in Eilat Isreal. We were separated due to her returning to Sweden, But she stayed in touch with me and one day at work I received a call from my Dad saying that there is a blonde girl with a huge backpack, without shoes sitting in front of our house on the pavement. Now if you know Anna you would know that that was exactly Anna. Barefoot always, beautiful, blonde and just always full of fun, happy and content with the basics of life. Living and loving to live. She was stunning and magnetic.
I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to get home. The drive from JHB to Vereeniging which lasts about 40min was treacherous. I was racing through peak hour traffic like I had an emergency.
She had taken the train from JHB to Vereeniging and found the address that I once scribbled on a piece of paper in Israel. That was the last time I saw Anna from Sweden.
I have been through so much since then and her and I lost contact over the years, sadly, and recently I have been in contact with another special friend from Sweden that I met in Eilat. Klara, whom is dating a South African guy and pregnant with his baby. After looking everywhere for Anna on facebook, my space, Lost Amigos, her old cell phone number, where I received some Swedish babble saying stop sending me message, I found Klara again. And she helped me get in touch with Anna.
I was sending Anna emails left right and center over the years and the emails always came back. After seeing the email from her in my gmail account, through teary eyes I realised that I had the correct email adress I was just missing a full stop between her first and last name.
Is that not unbelievably frustrating and unthinkable - that you can miss out on years of a very good friends life by a mere full stop. I am elated this morning to have made contact with her, even if only with a mail. I saw her photo and started crying, I am just so very happy to have found her.
And so very sad that I have been missing out on so much of her life by a mere full stop.
Oh Anna, I found Anna
Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.
Socrates
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Ek Dink
Ek dink as ek kan songs begin skryf,
Vir Chris Chameleon en sy tunes
Hy sing wat ek dink en ek skryf wat ek hoor
in my gedagtes ja, so effe deurmekaar
Dis n dag vir rus hier in SA
Dis n dag vir reis, vir die paashaas om sy spore weer te kom wys
Ek luister na sy songs, ek blog van sy woorde
Eintlik selfsugtig om traffic te kry
Maar dis n lekker dag buite en son is in sy helderskyn
Praat ek nonsens of praat ek van lekker kry
Skryf vir n ster, miskien eendag word ek n ster
Miskien eendag kan ek ook lewe soos n ster
Ek dink as ek kan songs begin skryf
Vir Chris Chameleon en die skud van sy lyf
Hy sing wat ek dink
wat as hy kan sing wat ek skryf
Hier sit ek vandag en rus in SA
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Enjoy every minute.
Live day by day.
Enjoy your family, friends and loved ones.
Forget stress and anger.
Don’t take things for granted.
Because life is too short..
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Outside through the murky windows the wind billows from every corner possible, its fierce and I cannot fall asleep. The wind feels like it is howling through my mind with my thoughts attached to its lashing. My mind is racing faster than what I hear outside. When I walk to my car my hair is pulled out of its roots. Tangles and bangles and short living shambles. Paper sifted pieces all strewn around, being bashed around and caught in bob wire. Houses the mountain it all sets on fire, the ocean its motion and the short lived commotion.
Simply wind, a gushing wind angry wind superior wind. This is where I stay, this is where I live I work I play. The wining, the dining the partying all night long. The movies the shooters the camps bay girls and their hooters.
Its fun out here and I can do the wind. Or at lease try my very best to not feel it hear it or find it thrashing at my skin. Even the sun is lashed around - the moon stays to play and the waves are blown away.
Its simply wind, I can run but I can hide and I simply wont run away.
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It was eight months ago when I waved the jungle to hell.
The hussle and bussle tripped me into its clutches.
It was buzzing there ok but Capetown seemed so fair.
Trapped by the Jozi freed by the ocean.
I want to stay here and my heart loves the beat.
The sailing, the climbing the ecoing mountain.
The waves and the fynbos the clouds and gushing wind.
The culture and their coo girl vulture.
The kaapse klopse and the fresh water rotse.
Dis hier waar ek wil bly.
It is here that I want to stay.
I look up at the sky and I see the birds blown away .
But my heart is here to stay.
Capetown oh Capetown you saved me from old Jozi .
His clutches were strong and I new his City was wrong.
Captivating here, with the sunsets and sunrises, breakfast on the beach.
Sunsets at Clifton.
Sundowners at Blue Peter.
Sushi at the Capetown Fishmarket.
Shopping at Canal Walk.
Walks in Big Bay.
Blouberg where all the Kitesurfers play.
Houtbay to do seal Island.
Still to do old Robin Island.
Driving out to Betty’s Bay.
With good old friends Ros and Ianni we play.
Matroosberg’s killer hike in the snow.
The breede River and just that, its magnificent river.
Langebaan for romantic getaway weekends.
City Rock to build your muscles up like rock.
Devils Peak to make you squeek.
Lions head to make you free the space in your head.
Campsbay and its poppies.
The Raddison with all its rich toppies.
All colours all the fun, in Capetown bathing, playing, kicking up a storm in the sun.
So yeah, this is my heart put into my Capetown poem.
Like it or leave it.
Shape up or shift out.
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Roses are red Violets are blue.
Dear Mr. Editor I am so glad I have found you.
Bundu your space I simply love Bundu’s face.
The features are simple like my old cousins dimple.
Like Google and Gimp.
Like Bundu and YOU.
Together we’ll stand Together we’ll write.
Standing up to fight for our nation.
A nation with all sorts of people.
Fighting to strengthen their steeple.
Bundublog you make my heart beat faster.
Bundublog you make my fingers excited to write.
Bundublog you give me my own little space.
Bundublog you are my choice
Bundublog you have given me a voice.
Bundublog I’ll stand by you.
And forever use only you.
For my writing, my sighting and all my thinking.
Whether for my voice or my pain or.
Just my five seconds of fame.
Roses are Red who says Violets are blue ?
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My Girl, My Love.
Every second, Every minute, Every Day.
I smile, I brag, I play.
You are my light, my rock, my love…
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Here I am taking a pew after breakfast on a Sunday morning thinking of what my spirit actually and truthfully needs when it comes to having a job. What is it that would really make me want to dash off to my employment? Of course my current post offers that on the capital plane but challengingly being a sales person is a forced challenge. And could I master it, or would I fail at it like I fail at being a committed gym body. Or is it just that I truly just don’t like going to Virgin Active?
So after updating my blog on Bundublog I grasp that I do adore writing, and writing a book will unquestionably undeniably jab within the very depths of my soul. But I am in Africa and here we need a foundation strapping enough to lug us through our writing holiday and future that face us upon coming back. So travelling and writing will be gratifying but we need to settle. Or do we? I love my man and I love South Africa. I just don’t like working for someone else. And nor does he.
So reading Richard Branson’s autobiography I am awed as I envy his entrepreneurial heart. Wishing I could have a business brain, but my brain creatively fails the business unit of it, if at all I had any. I observe my boyfriend waking up breathing business ideas and going to bed yawning his next. How do we get his ideas to pull of? He meticulously writes them down at night and in the early morning I hear him grown about these ideas in his sleep-talking.
We require one grand million dollar scheme for both of us to pursue our dreams. Summiting again for him and for me free time to just write, even if it is amateurish gobbledygook. To buy my family a retirement village and send them on a boat cruise across the Caribbean. To do an offroad biking tour across a country, to skydive in every country, to sail across the world. To buy my own island and Leopard 48 and just run my own family enterprise. For the anxiety and constant worry to relax within my mans soul and for his heart to stop panting with fear of not reaching his ultimate goal. So these were just my Sunday morning thoughts. Doing what I love most.
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