Relationships are interesting. Friendships are supposed to be healing and positive situations but sometimes…. There are individuals who pose as “friends” and they plot, and then steal what you deem worthy. Today is a day I’ll neva forget. Used to share my secrets with ya. Used to laugh about some crazy stuff with you. What I failed to realize is that you were using my information for your usage. And today is a day I’ll neva forget. This is a day you waited for. You wanted what I had. So you stole. What you fail to realize is that I am not in the darkness like you wanted me to be in. What you fail to realize is that I am God’s angel and he has my back. You can’t steal what things he has given to me. And even though I am trippin’ on your sillyness, I can’t blame you for wanting what I have. What i have is deep and real. What I have is beautiful. What I got you still can’t have. You have something with no substance. I have a deeper gift. A deeper thang. Sistah you can’t steal what blessings he has given to me. You can’t steal my joy. I’m still here. I’m still blessed. So even though I am disappointed in you, know that I am the bigger person and I won’t act crazy. I am going to be real with you. I am still going to be me. But I will neva trust you again. This betrayal is a little too much even for me.
Sadness seem to follow everywhere and strike at anytime. Such was the case yesterday when what should have been a time of celebration, goodwill, joy and happiness, turned out to a parents nightmare.
Today one of my learners, Bulelwa Wayiza, was mowed down by truck in her own neighbourhood. And so a young and promising life violently brought to a halt.
A huge void left in the hearts of parents, a family, friends and classmates, teachers and many others.
Now we will now longer feel and see the sunshine of your smile, the warmth of your hugs and beauty of the voice of this radiant songbird.
We will never cheer you on when your dream of being a famous singer comes true or your graduation after varsity or a beautiful bride at your white wedding.
How I wish to just once be able to mockingly ask you to shush, to bring the dirt bin so you could spit your bubble-gum or to to give you a hug simply because you asked. How I wish to hear your voice humming or belting out beautiful Xhosa songs in in the middle of class being in progress and saying ‘Sorry Juffrou’ flashing your gorgeous smile.
The world is a much poorer place without the sunshine that was Bulelwa.
We will remember you…
You were not for this world
God has a bigger plan for you
Rest easy my little songbird
Enjoy your stay with the angels…
Because that is where you belong..
What is of value to someone, differs from persons to person. And so does what is valuable.
What one person regards as a means to and end, could be regarded by another as a gift.
Such was my experience for the past six years until it abruptly came to and end when I stopped working in the same place and at the same employer as my husband did.
And when I reflect on those times gone by, I realise that so often I took those very minutes and hours for granted. How often it was laden with tension and anger and only in retrospect do I realise how precious moments were wasted on irrelevant, unnecessary and non-sensical issues.
So special were those moments.
for those were the times we discussed our lives together.
Our children and agreed upon discipline measures; future plans and dreams we have for them.
Where we planned birthday gifts and parties. Where we celebrated their achievements and relished our feelings of pride.
We would speak about our relationship, the feelings we for each other and about each other.
We would speak about our dreams and wishes as husband and wife. About what we would like to acquire. About how we plan to realise our dreams.
We would speak about siblings and friends and family. About neighbours, acquaintances and community members.
We would have in-depth discussions about news, topical issues and religious issues.
We would relay funny or fascinating and sometimes shocking stories about our day.
And through these interaction between the two of us, we would get to know the people whom we share our day with, without ever meeting them face to face. We would bring each other into each of our daily lives even when we are not together.
But there were also times of silence due to being absolutely tired after a difficult or gruelling day.
And even in those silent moments, minutes and hours, we would simply relish and bathe in each others presence that is enveloped in an unspoken, but unmistaken love that is prevalent between us.
A love that does not need words to express feelings, thoughts, wishes,dreams and desires.
A love that lives in both of us and merge us into a single entity only a few experience in their life times.
A love that transcends our physical being, our cognisant consciousness and our emotional being.
Because this love we share does not live in a known space or a visible place.
But rather in that which no one has access to except for our creator and ourselves.
Intertwined, interweaved, fused, and melted into a single unit that shares what can never be shared, felt, experienced or possessed by another.
For it is ours to cherish.
Ours to appreciate.
So appreciate every waking and not so awake moment with that one person who shares that special space with you. It can easily just not be there anymore….