I loved Rupi Kaur’s milk and honey, that’s one amazing book and I’d recommend it to anyone, as much as it might be for ladies but I feel like us guys can learn a lot from it. It’s so moving, you somewhat feel her pain, you legit go hand in hand with her through her life journey with every page you turn.
Fortunately, there’s no book that I didn’t love. So far I’ve enjoyed every book I’ve smelt and read. As each has taught me its own separate lesson and made me what I am today. I hope I never come across a book that I won’t love or enjoy reading.
Unfortunately, I don’t have any tattoos and I don’t think I’ll be getting one anytime soon. If I were to get one I’d get two, a semicolon to honour for those who have battled addiction, mental illness, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts. And I’d get an infinity symbol to represent that there are never-ending or limitless possibilities out there.
I can’t say there’s a specific person who fascinates me, but I’m fascinated by people who go for their dreams without fearing that they are going to fail.
It’s something that has bothered me for a very long time and still is bothering me, that is why I haven’t achieved most things I thought I would have achieved by the age of 25 but I’m still grateful for those that I’ve managed to achieve and everything I have. Those who always go after what they love and believe me always fascinate me, they fill my heart with nothing but joy as the amount of courage it took for them to do that is immense. Despite the doubts, fears and or whatever obstacles they encountered they still went on and conquered their dreams. This is nothing less than fascinating to me.
That’s who fascinates me, people who go for their dreams.
I would live a whole lot of places, but one that I’d really want to live in is by God’s Window in Mpumalanga. I think I’d feel more at home there than anywhere else, it’s not far from where I live, though I’ve never been there. I’ve visited places further than it but just never managed drive just 3 hours away from home. I plan to go there though, one day.
Errr, this is going to be hard as I don’t find myself interesting at all. I’d like to think I’m an ordinary person who’s far from being interesting…but let’s see what I can come up with.
- I love to read, I read just about everything and anything. Especially when I’m in the toilet, I’d read the shit out of that Air Freshener can.
- I’m multilingual, I speak about 6 languages (English, isiZulu, Shona, Chichewa, a mixture of Sesotho, Sepedi and Setswana) and I’m trying to teach myself a few more languages like isiXhosa, French and maybe Xitsonga.
- Love is and will always be my Achilles heel. I just love to love and love to be loved.
- IT was never my first love, I loved computers and all while growing up but I never intended to study IT and turn it into a career.
- I found out I was good with words while I was in a Physical Science class and I was playing around on my phone, showed what I had typed to a friend of mine and he liked it, then I decided to try out this writing pieces thing. And here I am 8 years or so later.
- I have a minor case of OCD if there is such a thing, though I try to hide it a lot and slob away like the rest of these humans here.
- I love winter, especially when it’s overcast, I feel I’m more productive when the weather is like that.
- I analyze a lot, from the way people act or behave to their spelling and way of pronouncing things. I sometimes correct them in my head except for my friends, well sometimes I do it in my head.
- I develop crushes easily, though I never react to it.
- I don’t drink, I’ve drunk alcohol before but I opted to stop as I didn’t see a purpose for me to carry on drinking.
My first kiss happened back in Fourth Grade, so, a friend of mine and this girl he was “dating” were talking and I overheard them talking about kissing, well rather they were talking about a different style (lamza/romie) of kissing (French Kissing). I pretended not to be interested in the conversation at first.
After school the 3 of us were chilling in class and they resumed their conversation, and I ended up asking what that style of kissing was because I only knew kissing as a pat on the lips. Out of nowhere this girl, my friend’s girl jumped on me only uttering two words “It’s this…” and she kissed me. And somehow after that kiss we ended up “dating” and that was how I got my first kiss.
When it comes to my first love I don’t know how to put it, I mean I’ve loved a lot and all loves were different from each other. We could say the first girl I dated was my first love, ever since my first kiss, our first kiss, we kissed a whole lot while we were still dating. We had our lil cute ups and downs, like this one time when she couldn’t decide who she wanted to be with, my friend or I. So we forced her to choose and well she chose me, cool, we dated til like Grade 7 when she accepted another guy’s proposal and didn’t bother to dump or whatever, so I went on with my life like nothing had happened.
Most of my earliest memories are somewhat vague or rather incomplete, though there’s one which I still remember.
This one day while I was doing my first grade my friends and I were playing on the jungle gym after school had knocked off.
We were out there having fun, sliding down and the likes then this one friend and I decided to get on the monkey bars from opposite ends and well imitate what we saw on the MTN Gladiators.
Cool, we went on and did what Spider did and clung on to each other, or rather my friend clung onto me. Then I saw my transport approach and it was time to leave but my friend didn’t want to let go, there I am screaming at him to let me go because my hands were slipping off the bar and my transport would leave me behind but the guy didn’t budge. We both then fell down from about 2 metres high and I hit my head on the ground, no grass whatsoever just a hard solid ground. I immediately got up took my bag and ran straight to the transport.
All was well I didn’t feel anything wrong, then I arrived home and found my mom making sandwiches and I chilled on this old chair of mine as I watched her make me something to eat. She then gave me my sandwich, I took one bite and well it was amazing. I then decided to lay back and watch some cartoons then my vision became blurry and I began to vomit. Mind you I didn’t tell her what had happened at school, so she thought it might have been the sandwich but it wasn’t.
So there I was vomiting everywhere, my dad came back early from work that day and took me to the Dr, on our way there I just stopped vomiting and could see clearly again.
We then went into the doctor’s office but he saw nothing wrong with me, a few years later vision became blurry again and was told to get glasses but because of the price and all I never got them and here I am today still without glasses and well my vision isn’t that bad or even bad at all.
And that’s my earliest memory.