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I have observed with the former president’s recurring hospital visits and evident deteriorating health that many will never be ready to let him go.
Though I fully understand, I find it very closed minded to think that for as long as Madiba breathes things will be fine.
Not to be disrespectful or harsh, but in all honestly, what has he done for you lately? The man has lived an extraordinary life, he has fulfilled his destiny, and he has liberated his people and has lived to enjoy the fruits of his struggle. Now, now he is in pain, and a grateful people would allow him to transcend to the next level of life, where he can live forever in our memories, our classrooms, our stories, our people and the history of our country.
Why they will not let him die I believe is because they believe that once he stops breathing he will cease to be. Never has anything been so untrue.
There are books; there are documentaries, columns, articles, movies, stories and people who will tell his story for all of time, lest we forget.
If for once, those who believe that if he stayed alive in pain, sat and imagined the kind of pain he must be going through, just for a moment, they may reconsider.
Then there are those that believe that things will come undone once Madiba goes. Again I understand, but I disagree. The thing is men like Madiba laid a thick foundation, one so strong that even the strongest winds would never shake it, then they passed the dream on, the vision on, the mission on to all those who came after them and those who became because of them. Something that solid can never be built or torn down by one man’s life or death. This freedom and existence that we so often associate with the man Madiba took many men to build, their sweat, blood and tears will forever glue it into being and guarantee its existence. Many of those men have passed on and they look upon this country from above and see that yes, we may lose it all, but not because one man lives or dies, but because something in all of us is at risk of dying or becoming numb. If there is an undoing, it will be ours and not a reaction to the death of a hero.
Still some believe that we have the power to hold a spirit and to release it, this too I understand but I do not agree. In his great strength, when it is time, God determines the hour, not the hearts of selfish men or women. For me this then begs the question, what is God doing? Madiba has put the nation, the world, at the edge of their seats six times since January 2011, worried sleepless about his health. Maybe it’s time we asked what it is really that we are all so worried about.
Since I started practicing journalism in2008, Madiba’s death has commonly been known in the journalism circles as the greatest potential story of our time, and every budding journalist could smell their place within that story at the front lines when it came. As the years have rolled by, the anticipation, suspense and thrill of his possible death has become the saddest story of my industry.
Again I understand, South Africans, no doubt, must tell the South African story, more especially when it has to do with great men beloved the world around. My only fear is how we will go about telling this story – may we not be found wanting and may we never become the story.
Lastly, the guy is old, CAAAAAMMMMAAAAAAAANNN!!!! I do not desire to live that old and still have people praying I live even longer. Give the guy a break.
What it is that I think we should be praying for is that his legacy would live beyond his breath and that everyday a child is born in this country, there may be a Madiba-ness inside of each of them.

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Posted by on June 10, 2013 in General, Personal, Thoughts, Uncategorized



My bed side right now!

My bed side right now!

This will come across as strange to most people who know me. I love wine, red wine to be specific. White wine not soo much, I only have it when I’m surrounded by people who like it as well, like my dear friend Len, lol lol oh oops…I shouldn’t have said that.

However Fat Bastard Chardonnay on the other hand … now that’s wine.

It’s a cold cold day in East London today. Oh the plans I had when I woke up this morning, before they [yes they, whoever they may be] decided that Gonubie can do without electricity today.

But we shall not dwell on such, nothing that writing, social networking and chardonnay can’t fix. [and this is why you should always keep your laptop battery charged kids].

When we were younger my mom would tell us stories about her childhood during a blackout. That’s how I heard about the sugar-water tales and others that she experienced when she was in boarding school.

Now that I’m a little grown, during these times I do a lot of thinking and reflecting on my own life and what the ‘sugar-water tales’ mean to me now.

It’s amazing how in the single second that distinguishes last year to this year one can renew their hope. One can be utterly hopeless at 11:59 on New Year’s Eve but come midnight new dreams are dreamt and old one refreshed.

I always go into a new year with great hope and ambition. Most times come year end 70% of those dreams are fulfilled. I have one simple trick really, I meditate on those dreams A LOT until they form part of me and I cannot help but find a way to achieve them. To such a point that no matter how tiny they may be, they keep me up at night. Sometimes a year is just too short.

In my life right now, the sugar-water tales are about where I’ve come from and to watch that path lighting up with favour even in the moments I thought I was alone is a gobsmacker of a revelation. Many of us don’t say it often enough because our perception of this has been distorted by what we see on TV. But life has been good to me. And if you think hard about it, life has been good to you too.
How do I know? Because I’m not where I was last year and that is a tale of progress not regress.

During these times I’m grateful for the ‘sugar-water days’, and hope has been renewed once more.

Let me get busy with this living.


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Posted by on May 4, 2013 in General, Personal



I just feel like dancing!

I just feel like dancing!

Luck is a coincidence.
Blessing is divinely ordained. I am SOOO blessed; God meant it to be so.
I have had one of those weeks where the hand of God is blatantly at play in certain aspects of my life that I have been taken aback and all I can do is dance!
And give him all the glory. He is a good God and he concerns himself with the things that concern me and while I’m praying he has already resolved a thing.
This week has been piled with answered prayers, the magnitude of God’s grace and the evidence of his love.
I thought I’d just remind you to never lose heart and pray without ceasing, trusting that a generous, extravagant, gracious, holy and loving heavenly Father hears your heart’s deepest pleas and answers them in good time, even when the answer is no.
Hello everybody!
It’s been a while. I know I keep saying I’m back and then I disappear.
This has been a strange year, so this time I’m not going to declare a promise that I’m back, I’ll just surprise you, that’s much better.
This is a short entry. There isn’t much to say really, except to share how humbling it is to see the work of God’s hand in your life.
I’m one whose eyes are opened even to the little things. Strangely, for me, that’s where I see the work of God most evidently. It’s the small things that testify about heaven to me, but this week God has shown me that he breathes even in bigger things and it’s ok to trust him for more.
I just wanted to encourage yall. Look for him in everything and stay blessed!

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Posted by on May 3, 2013 in General, Personal, Thoughts



This is just a notice to let everyone know that there will no longer be posts on iTHINK, those posts will appear on this page as a normal entry from now on. Everything else remains the same.

Thank you

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Posted by on May 3, 2013 in General



Summer lovin’ had me a blast
Summer lovin’ happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
I met a boy, cute as can be
Summer days driftin’ away, to uh-oh those summer nightsUh Well-a well-a well-a huh Tell me more, tell me more Did you get very far? Tell me more, tell me more Like does he have a car? Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

…. Summer sun, something’s begun, but uh-oh those summer nights READ MORE

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Posted by on January 13, 2013 in General, Personal, Thoughts

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