Hotty Of The Week

Ofentse

I must say, this boy has me going gaga all day errrrday! he is just sooooo fresh! Cant not love Ofentse's Body and now he has tattoo that could make a babe cum... I support

 #TeamShowMuscle

SO SAD....

This has to be my saddest moment of the day... My Fathers people are dying... lets lend a hand!

The Soil - Inkwenkwezi

You got to love The Soil... They have come so far with their live performances... In this Video singing Inkwenkwezi

Girls Eye View



 This part of my life is called beauty ♥

Dami Duro

My latest obsession is this Dami Duro song by Davido... You'd swear I'm beccoming a Naija addict... Or am I already???

Talk of the Town

Jacob Zuma's Portrait thats causing a stur, but the violation is based on the size of his genetilia... I worry about the common sense of South Africa's leadership....

CULTURE SPLIT

Its amazing how the office environment influences our cultural values or poses a challenge in the hierarchy of being on a cultural perspective. What you would refer to an as alder in general life a 180` turn and is rendered irrelevant. The level of respect or what is referred to as respect differs across boarders and when you conjoin a multitude of cultured under the same roof, that's when you realise how different we all actually are.

Sparked by a discussion on Metro Fm last week, I actually started changing the way I communicate with people of different cultural groups. Allocation referral phrases according to people based on their cultural upbringing. You can easily pick up if someone disapproves of the way you refer to them by the way they react when you call them by their first name as opposed to their surname.

Question now remains, will these cultural differences ever be consolidated under the office space? And should it also only be left at the office? Can it be used against you if you are your elders superior?

ATHO & DEE

BEST FRIENDS FOR LEWE

(LEFT: Dianne; RIGHT: Atho)

T.E.K.N.I.Q

Those sad eyes gazing at mine, overflowing with sorrow, my despondent heart instantly captured,imprisoned by the affection, you become my alluring delicacy.

Escalating my every desires, accelerating my yearn to keep you for eternity, my undefinable artistry.

 
Knocked out by your detaining grip, I thirst the fixture of a permanent resident through social networks, paralysing me by your uniqueness, you're inclination and connection with supreme powers, forever fuelling my utmost desire, I conspire refined methods to capture your heart for a period foreign to eternity.

Nervous and aroused by the sound on repeats when my phone beeps. Consumed as you start to speak, I lose sleep, captivated by rhythm flowing through your vocal chords, my heart skips beats, giant leaps of excitement, derived from your oral capacity.

Instigator of misleading my unique passions, you've become my newly found joyous obsession.Incomprehensive is continuously loving you while I'm with doubt, unresponsive, ignoring all warning signs, like the oceans, at your call, my unstructured reality melts my mental security and without control, I flow carelessly.

QUEEN of what's becoming, for this new union, I pledge to keeping you here till the day the moon sets to no sunrise.

I call you uManelisi wenhliziyo yami because God saw you fit to complete and rescape your shape,  such that you embody the remaining plate of my cluster of a ruptured and broken fractured heart, you are the ying puzzled into my complementary yang!

Neglecting native nerves in anxiety, feeling nostalgic, obnoxious butterflies find rests at the depth of my belly.
Everlasting we should be, because Gods intention was the two that shall become "we", our life, as it was said it should be.




Beetle Badness

Nthabi's and My Babay

Makham Man

 

Markham happens to be one of my favourite male clothing shops.... I know its not all super expensive but it can most definitely change a mans looking from ghetto to stunner!

This being a few features from their male range... I just cant get enough! but obviously, for those guys that don't have much in their pockets, Mr Price offers a similar look that's probably R200 less than what Markham's has to offer!

Males Get Shopping!!!

Photo's Taken from Markham's facebook page!

"Self-Degradation"

"This was the first really big step toward self-degradation: when I endured all of that pain, literally burning my flesh to have it look like a white man's hair. I had joined that multitude of Negro men and women in America who are brainwashed into believing that the black people are "inferior" and the white people "superior" - that they will even violate and mutilate their God-created bodies to try to look "pretty" by white standards.

Look around today, in every small town and big city, from two-bit catfish and soda-pop joints into the "integrated" lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria, and you'll see conks on black men. And you'll see black women wearing these green and pink and purple and red and platinum-blonde wigs.
They're all more ridiculous than a slapstick comedy. It makes you wonder if the Negro has completely lost his sense of identity, lost touch with himself."

-- Malcolm X
   
Taken from a Facebook Post By The Reunion Of Black Family World Wide
 
It is extremely interesting how the definition of race has thinned out through the years and how petty the definition of being "black" has transformed. I only as one question, has the definition of self and self identity boiled down to hair?
 
Yes I love long silky hair, but as much as I love that, I also live a fresh curly Afro and I also am fond of the bushy hair. What I refuse to do is to stop loving things because they make me left me less black? I refuse to define myself in an ugly, dark and unhealthy colour!
 
Let not your yearn to fight become your fight! I accept that the democratisation of Nations hasn't surfaced, but that shouldn't stop me from progressing as an individual. I will do my share in trying to progress the "black" nation but I refused to be paralysed by the colour of my skin.
 
Life is waaaaaaay better than that! If only they could question abuse like they do the transformation of race!

Shoes

I absolutely love these shoes, I have no idea what they are called but I know I'm drawn to them beyond my understanding!!! I'm gonna call them laofers cause the only word I know....

Friend Zone

Yesterday I had the pleasure of reading theeee most amazing blog post about being stuck in the "FRIENDZONE". First and foremost, what caught my attention was the name of the actual blog... "FriendzoneMondays". The fight against friendzoning!!!

This gem defines friendzoning as follows: "Well the Friendzone occurs when a male tries to initiate a romantic/intimate relationship with a female and involuntarily gets thrown into a realm where an unrequited platonic friendship develops from the female’s side. It is obviously an undesirable situation for the lovelorn male. Once the male has been properly dumped in the Friendzone, they become a complete non-sexual entity. That is, the male is no longer seen a suitable partner but rather as:
I. One of the girls
II. Her ‘brother’
III. That loser that is at her beck and call (i.e. Provides transport to her male “cousins” house, money for emergency weave changes etc.)
IV. An inanimate object like a lamp, stapler, TV etc (take your pick) And just judging from the definition itself, I shrug because I know for a fact that I'm guilty of such and action. I mean, if a guy is will to take "friendship" because "dating" didn't work out or wasn't an option shouldn't be my problem. He also has the option to leave but somehow they never do. So, as a fellow friendzoner and a previous victim of being friendzoned, I stand in support of this FriendZoneMondays campaign to try and stop this pandemic called the friendzone.

*Inspired by http://friendzonemondays.tumblr.com/

Shoe Of The Week

Truth is that these shoes really don't make sense to me... If I met the person that made them I'd look at them like WTF???? What the hell was going on in your head when you designed these shoes... But I still find them rather intriguing and figured I'd make them my shoe of the week

From STR8UP by Jeffrey Campbell

7 Reasonable Days

Ease

Some things in life we really cant cry about. Sometimes we inflict pain on ourselves to prove that we are living a tough life. Sometimes things should be left on simple mode. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being in a good space while not doing anything for a long time.
I call it my break….

Things have been steep in life so I have no reason to try and complicate my life with useless challenges that don’t even make sense to me at the end of the road… My friend always tries to keep me calm every time I worry about absolutely nothing. We have tendencies of complaining or worrying about things unheard of.

I understand faith as being hopeful and relaxed when things seem to not be going well, or when our timing doesn’t necessarily correspond with God’s time, so we start stressing about things we have no control over. “Self-inflicted pain can never be spared much remorse”… words I live by, but they fail my experiences most of the time, but at the end of a dark road, they seem to make me laugh cause they show me how much of an idiotic creep I was.

So again, I vow to let go and let God… He seems to be on point every time so that’s the way….

STRESS IS LIKE A ROCKING CHAIR, IT MOVES BUT GOES NOWHERE…

Yes Keegan Robilotta once said Stress is like a rocking chair… It may keep you entertained but will eventually get you NOWHERE!” same thing applies with worry…. “Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere.” ~Glenn Turner.

So, I still say, Lets aspire for greatness but not force it into our time zone… a little unexpected lag can be your term of breakthrough! The ease of being a child should remain in use till the end of time because we have a Father no man can confiscate from us at any given time, who is always available to make us stronger than we are anytime we need to. Its simpler than making a phone call... Good Loving God’s blessing be upon us all the days of our lives

#DNO