Hope In Love

There’s this 21 Questions challenge going around. You get tagged, you answer your 21 questions, and then you tag the next person. I wasn’t tagged, but I’m bored so I’m gonna answer anyway. And since I wasn’t tagged, I won’t tag anyone either, but feel free to join in…

1. What is your current fashion obsession?

I don’t really do fashion…I suppose it would be the Apple Watch…which I don’t have…but I’m obsessed with checking online when it’s coming to South Africa so that I can get it…

2. What are you wearing today?

My usual uniform – jeans and hoodie.

3. Hair?

Hair has suddenly become very major focus of mine recently. I went natural about 6 years ago…4 of those years I had dreadlocks, which are very low maintenance. I cut my dreads about 3 months ago, and since then I’ve been scouring the internet trying to learn how to best take care of my hair. I’ve discovered lace front wigs, which I’ve been using. I have the wig on for about a month – sewed in (still not sure how to take care of my hair during this month), then I give my hair a month to breathe.

Breathing month hair regimen:


Mon, Wed, Fri: Leave in conditioner, finger comb
Tue, Thur: Co-wash, moroccan argan oil, finger comb
Sat: Pre-poo oil (loreal elvive extraordinary oil), shampoo, conditioner, mask, hair food/oil (same), finger comb
Sun: Do nothing

Evening: Mon – Sat: A little water, hair food/castor oil

I’m still learning…it’s a process…I’ll get there…

4. Do you nap a lot?

nope. i struggle to fall asleep at night and then feel horrible in the morning. napping only makes falling asleep even harder.

5. Why is today special?

i’m only gonna get only one today. that’s what makes it special.

6. What would you like to learn to do?

to be a better human being… … …

7. What’s for dinner today?

don’t know yet. last night was popcorn and red wine (getting my olivia pope on…)

8. What are you listening to right now?

Lianne La Havas – Blood, my new fave.

9. What is your favorite weather?

Sunny sunny summer. hot. swimming weather. happy happy sunny hot summer (the opposite of what it is right now)

10. What’s the last thing you bought?

last purchase – a mcdonalds cuppacake (pre dinner snack yesterday). last major purchase was a pair of Air Force 1s.

11. What are your essentials when traveling?

tooth-brush. underwear. ipad.

12. What’s your style?

comfortable (i assume this is about clothing)

13. What is your most challenging goal right now?

saving up and becoming debt-free…or rather just becoming more financially responsible. this has been a goal since i started working and i’m still struggle to make it happen.

14. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?

a loft in Cape Town’s CBD

15. Favorite vacation spot?

a cabin in the woods surrounded by trees with a flowing river nearby.

also, I’m falling for jozi.

16. Name the things you cannot live without?

my phone. wine.

17. How was your childhood?

pretty good. very introverted and hella shy, but somehow i had lots of friends. libraries were my favorite hideouts/hangouts – loved getting lost in books. was involved in a lot performing arts type activities – dance (ballet, contemporary, etc), drama, music (choirs mostly), gymnastics (?)… always felt loved. i had a very happy childhood.

18. What would you like to have in your hands right now?

a woolies chai latte…

19. What are you most excited for?

seeing my siblings in september. it’s been too long…

20. If you could go anywhere in the next hour, where would you go?


21. Which countries have you visited?

lesotho. botswana. namibia. unites states. layover in hong kong. (next up: zimbabwe)

Here’s the thing: you don’t get killed just for being straight. You don’t get hated on just for being straight. You don’t get picked on, beat up, discriminated against as a child just for being straight. Your existence isn’t called an abomination if you’re straight. Your sexual orientation will never be a whole church sermon just because you’re straight. Your choice of a partner will never be questioned just because you’re straight. Your commitment to your partner – your love and the display thereof – will never be called disgusting, never be mocked, judged, and thought to be a sin just because you’re straight. You will never worry about losing your job just because your colleagues find out you’re straight. You never have to worry about your parents reaction if you tell them that you’re straight. You’ll never have God’s people/Jesus’s disciples picket your wedding/funeral/life event just because you’re straight.

Gay Pride isn’t just about being proud of being gay, it’s about saying I’m not going to allow all of that stuff to keep me in fear anymore, I’m not going to allow all that stuff to keep me from being real anymore, I’m not going to allow all of that stuff to keep instilling self-hate in me anymore, I’m not going to let that stuff keep me from accepting God’s love anymore, I’m not going to let that stuff cause me to be ashamed of who I am anymore.

I’m not going to let the world’s definition of “normal” hurt me anymore.

(So less “pride” and more courage…and we all know we’ve never needed courage to be on the side of privilege.)

This is why straight pride isn’t a thing: being straight has never gotten anyone hurt – physically or emotionally. Rather, not being straight has been used as an excuse to hurt people – physically and emotionally.

Like, even the term “straight” is so loaded with privilege… Bleh!

I’m actually not sure that I, a cisgendered female heterosexual, am the right person to even be writing this…but as a woman, a black woman, I’ve experienced otherness…so…

I just received the below blog post in my email inbox this morning and thought “wow, I could have written this!” In fact, this very thing happened to me just yesterday – excerpt there was no driving or hand holding or thigh touching…but, the conversation – inward and outward – was exactly the same. Anyway, made me laugh a bit… Enjoy.


Our first road trip.

He’s driving and talking and talking and talking. I’m listening while carrying on a separate conversation in my head.

Thinking about the gravelly sound of his voice. The way he strokes his beard. How comfortable and safe I feel.

Suddenly he says, “Wow. You really just don’t talk, do you?” He might as well have said, “Wow, you’re boring as hell”, or “Wow, you suck.” His words startle me to attention like when you’re dozing in class and a loud noise wakes you up.

I open my mouth to respond but I don’t know what to say. I can’t find the words. The truth is, constant talking exhausts me and I have nothing to add to what he’s saying. But how do I say that without hurting his feelings?

I question myself. Am I selfish? Self-absorbed? Should I try to talk more?

I go deeper into my thoughts and still say nothing. I could tell him that I just want to be in his presence, sitting next to him, listening but not listening. That I’m charmed by how animated he is talking about his coworkers and motorcycles and power tools. And that I’m preoccupied by the energy between us, how his voice vibrates through me, how he looks at me. But will he get that?

I open my mouth to speak. I close it.

I’m sure I’ve already convinced him that I’m a complete weirdo. A mute weirdo. Then suddenly, he starts again as if nothing happened. He reaches over and holds my hand. His arm feels warm on my thigh. He drives and talks and talks and talks. I listen and I stroke his hand.

On the first day of big school

when the teacher lowers her glasses

the old couple held together by

a weary frame, the unsympathetic ally

to her face before it started leaning

her shaky hands rocking the glasses along her crooked nose

to sit their heels into the trench of skin dug for the times

she needed to stand her eyes taller over them

so she could squint a scowl

at the naughty boy with a hot dog on his shirt

when her misty glasses are lowered for a scowl at you as she says “what’s your name?”

her voice passes through the the folds of cake and tea in her neck to you

you’ve practiced saying your name on a playground with friends

know the mermaid’s skin it was sown from  

could pick out the sound of each vowel

dropping on top of a zinc roof in a rainstorm 

your name can play a game of hide and seek

and you who know it as well as your mother

will hear it giggle under the sofa

spy the small body hold it’s breath between

the mist of leaves in your neighbor’s backyard

and since you don’t know how to hate your name

don’t know how to want it to be easy, a stripper’s nickname

like Stacy or Jess or Vee

You answer proudly

    langa/tsholofelo/nosipho/nozimanga/moeketsi/tsakani/andisiwe/lerato/ vuyelwa/thloki/boitumelo/kensani 

answer through custard cheeks with your parents promise to you

when they ask for something easier

remember that promises worth making should dry your mouth

and that you are a language without acronyms

to the child sitting in the middle of a classroom with tables that swallow you

when she asks “don’t you have a Christian name?”

you will learn later that there are 6,800 languages in the world and each of them knows how to pray

so when she twists her eyes at your name

looks at the name list for something her tongue can lift and reluctantly chokes. you. out. in. syllables

like a smelly meal eaten on a sweltering summer day

in front of a garden boy she named Alex

this will be your first injury in big school

but all your mother will remember of this day

are your brave fingers and how they eventually found friends and let go

your polished feet, the shiny pinch that made you beam

she couldn’t tell if your smile was nervous or in pain

but she will remember it as a beginning

for you it will not be the last time

you repeat your name to call it off a ledge

built by a language that only lets you rent it

for public appearances and university applications

and poems like this, but it will never be yours

so for my children I will say

every lump in your name

is my demand on the world for you

let those who can’t fulfill each letter choke on it

for as long as your name holds a place

of your parent’s tribe in it, it will be too big for some mouths

still make them say it!

because only the people who can say it can see you 

and baby, your soul is a face worth seeing

– Vuyelwa Maluleke

When I wrote about unity in diversity yesterday, this is kinda what I was trying to get to. That differences are good. Differences have intrinsic value. We need only to honor/celebrate that value… Whatever. This piece is taken from Teju Cole’s Open City – which is a legit awesome book.

Farouq: “He knew then that difference is never accepted. You are different, okay, but that difference is never seen as containing it’s own value. Difference as Orientalist entertainment is allowed, but difference with its own intrinsic value, no. You can wait forever and no one will ever give you that value. Let me tell you something that happened to me in class. A question was asked during a discussion of political philosophy. We were supposed to choose between Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, and I was the only person who chose Malcolm X. Everyone in class was in disagreement with me, and they said, Oh, you chose him because he is a Muslim and you are a Muslim. Yes, fine, I am a Muslim, but that is not why. I chose him because I agree with him, philosophically, and I disagree with Martin Luther King. Malcolm X recognized that difference contains its own value, and that the struggle must be to advance that value. Martin Luther King is admired by everyone, he wants everyone to join together, but this idea that you should let them hit you on the other side of your face, this makes no sense to me. This is not an idea I can accept. There’s always the expectation that the victimized Other is the one that covers the distance, that has the noble ideas; I disagree with this expectation.”

Julian: “It is an expectation that works sometimes, but only if your enemy is not a psychopath. You need an enemy with a capacity for shame. I wonder sometimes how far Gandhi would have gotten if the British had been more brutal. If they had been willing to kill masses of protesters. Dignified refusal can only take you so far. Ask the Congolese.”

In the following chapter he goes on to touch on representation in media…a topic that has been big in the US, not so much in South Africa…I feel the circumstances are different on our local media, but worldwide media wise, it is very much relevant to us well.

Farouq: “The American Blacks, are they really as they are shown on MTV: the rapping, the hip-hop dance, the women? Because that’s all we see here. Is it like this?”

Julian: “Well, let me respond this way: many Americans assume that European Muslims are covered from head to toe if they are women, or that they wear a full beard if they are men, and that they are only interested in protesting perceived insults to Islam. The man on the street – the ordinary American – probably does not imagine that Muslims in Europe sit in cafes drinking beer, smoking Marlboros, and discussing political philosophy. In the same way, American Blacks are like any other Americans; they are like any other people. They hold the same kinds of jobs, they live in normal houses, they send their children to school. Many of them are poor, that is true, for reasons of history, and many of them do like hip-hop and devote their lives to it. But it’s also true that some of them are engineers, university professors, lawyers, and generals. “

Farouq: “They are victims of the same portrayals as we are.”

Julian: “But that’s how power is, the one who has the power controls the portrayal.”

THEN…THEN…he gets political…

Farouq: “If we talk of portrayal, Saddam is the least of the dictators in the Middle East. The least – the most moderate. They killed him only because he defied the Americans. But in my opinion he should be admired because he stood up for the right of his country against imperialism. How many thousands more have died under the Americans now that under Saddam? Saddam was convicted of killing only 148. The king of Morocco is worse, I can tell you this: Gaddafi in Libya, Mubarak in Egypt, you can go all the way across like that – the whole region is full of dictators, and not only dictators but terrible ones. And they remain in power because they sell the national interests of their countries to the Americans. We hate the king in Morocco, some of us really hate him. This man, when the communists were ascendant in the seventies, he appealed to Islamism, but when the Islamists started gaining political strength, he catered to capitalist and secularist factions. Thousands of people died under his rule and thousands disappeared. How is this different from Saddam? But one thing I can tell you: I support Hamas. They are doing the work of resistance. (And Al-Qaeda), it was a terrible day, the twin towers. Terrible. What they did was very bad. But I understand why they did it…

“Let me tell you a story from our tradition. A story amount King Solomon. King Solomon gave a teaching once about the snake and the bee. The snake, King Solomon said, defends itself by killing, but the bee defends itself by dying. You know how a bee dies after a sting? Like that. It dies to defend. So each creature has a method that is suitable to its strength. I don’t agree with what Al-Qaeda did, they use a method I would not use, so I cannot say the word support. But I don’t cast judgement on them.”

DEEP! All this from a work of fiction…and that’s just parts of two chapters…there’s a whole lot other shit he deals with in this book. Highly recommended.

I read J’Something post yesterday on race (Black. White. Human.), and it got me thinking about some things.

I agree with him – racism is bad. It makes me sad. It utterly breaks my heart every time I hear of another racial attack. It breaks my heart that in 2015 we are still facing the same issues, fighting the same fight…still dealing with the same problems that we’ve BEEN trying to get rid off.

I disagree with him, however, on the colorblindness and human race being the only race that matters… hear me out…

I am a human, yes. But I am a black human. My race is not the problem. Being black is not the problem. Being white is not the problem. Noticing someone’s race is not the problem. The problem is when we try to derive someone’s worth/intelligence/success based on their race. The problem comes when we think we can know a person – their entirety as a human being – based on their skin tone. The problem is when you put races on some kind of hierarchy – making some races superior to others…

In short, race is not the problem, racism is. Discrimination based on race is.

“Reformation needs to occur. Projects and systems that are focused on achieving a balancing act around our country need to do their thing.” Very true. Oh so very true. But this is not the solution to racism…the solution to inequality maybe…at the very least the solution to race-based inequality…but not to racism.

I saw someone commenting on twitter about filling the world with bi/multi-racial babies as the solution to racism. I feel like that solves nothing. I am in no way against multi-racial couples creating multi-racial babies, I am however against the erasure of races…the creation of a mono-race world…because truthfully, unless we get to the root of the problem – the heart problem – it’s not gonna solve anything… I see an attempt at a mono-race society ending in a fight between the “pure breeds” and the “mixed breeds” (I realize how problematic those labels are, better phrasing anyone?)…same problem we’ve always had… And within this new multi-racial society, you’d still have different features – like today, bi-racial people have different skin tones, they have different facial features depending on the parental pairing (Black + White vs Black + Asian vs White + Hispanic, etc)…unless you tend to the root of the problem, it will never go away…it might look a little different, but it will be the same problem…

Diversity is a good thing…a great thing even. God created diversity…it’s all around us in nature. How many different species of flowers are there? And within that, how many subspecies? And then within that there are also different colors… The diversity adds to the beauty.

We tried the whole rainbow-nation-we-are-all-one-we-are-colorblind-simunye business, and yet the problem persists. Because we didn’t address the root of apartheid…at the end of the day, racism might not be sanctioned by the government anymore, but we didn’t get rid of racism…the same people who were racist then, who believed in the superiority of one race over another, still feel the same way today.

My solution for racism: unity in diversity*. (Ok fine, it’s not my solution, I kinda jacked it off our coat of arms…just rephrased it a bit…))

Unity in diversity (also commonly rendered asunited in diversity) is a concept of “unity without uniformity and diversity without fragmentation” that shifts focus from unity based on a mere tolerance of physical, cultural, linguistic, social, religious, political, ideological and/or psychological differences towards a more complex unity based on an understanding that difference enriches human interactions. – Wikipedia

Learn about, acknowledge, respect, and appreciate our differences within races, cultures, and even down to individuals. Stop thinking you can know a person simply by their outward appearance…get to know them on an individual basis…get to know their likes, dislikes, background, culture, the environment that has made them who they are…grow an appreciation for diversity…for the great big colorful, wild, mishmash’d tapestry that makes up this human race…different, yet intertwined and interwoven – creating a whole new thing… Only then, I believe, will we see the end of racism.

I’ll just end this off by saying that I also realize that I’m not a saint. I mess up all the time. I judge people by their appearance. I’m trying to rectify this. So I join the movement with reservations, not in the erasure of races or being colorblind, but in the races working together to end racism and move forward together with true humanity.

*sidenote: found this little bit of info kinda interesting: “When the Apartheid of Republic of South Africa celebrated 20 years of independence on 31 May 1981, the theme of the celebrations was “unity in diversity” as a cynical attempt to explain away the inequalities in South African life.” So maybe I haven’t found the solution after all…

Our next stop was Serowe. Our first day in Serowe we decided to go to Khama Rhino Sanctuary – a game reserve nearby. We were given two choices – 1. Take our own car, no guide, just be back here by 5 pm; 2. A guided tour,with a guide who knows the area, and you go in a 4 x 4, but it’s only 2 hours. I picked 2 cos I figure the guide knows where all the animals are so two hours should be fine. Mom decided using our own car is so much cheaper so we should do that. Dad knows better than to argue with mom, so mom wins…anyway…the pictures below tell the rest of the story…

This Is Africa! So pretty,so lovely, so unpredictable...speaking of unpredictable...

This Is Africa! So pretty,so lovely, so unpredictable…speaking of unpredictable…

The "river" we got stuck in

What’s that? Your non-4×4 car got stuck in the “river”(aka flooding from the rain last night) and you don’t have cellphone reception… oh…

Wading the crocodile infested waters...

Wading the crocodile infested waters after failing repeatedly failing to get the car unstuck…

My brother lamenting the situation

My brother lamenting the situation

My sister lamenting the situation

My sister lamenting the situation

Me lamenting the situation

Me lamenting the situation

When the car we thought was gonna help just drove right past - 1

When the car we thought was gonna help just drove right past – 1

When the car we thought was gonna help just drove right past - 2

When the car we thought was gonna help just drove right past – 2

When the car we thought was gonna help just drove right past - 3

When the car we thought was gonna help just drove right past – 3

Me going "I told you so!"

I don’t wanna say “I told you so!” but…

"Well, since we're stuck here we might as well enjoy the wildlife..."

“Well, since we’re stuck here we might as well enjoy the wildlife…”

"Come here horsie..."

“Come here horsie…”

Although, I ain't gonna lie, the fact that the rhinos kept slowly inching closer had me rather worried... (But yay for seeing Rhinos)

Although, I ain’t gonna lie, the fact that the rhinos kept slowly inching closer had me rather worried… (But yay for seeing Rhinos)

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