19 March 2011

circumVent the boredom

twitter wont let me tweet. my camera went on hiatus. no idea for any story i want to write comes to mind. And im trying not to stress. Im planning to update soon and i will pack soon... I promise

04 March 2011

Hands off Prestwich

The day started out solemn as we lay to rest a loved one. But before we could blink we were hurtling toward our final destination, searching hurriedly for vacant parking spots.


With a quick history lesson outside on the fan-walk we learnt of our ancestors... slaves. Behind us a building loomed ominously as it shadowed a coffee shop that had been placed strategically at the entrance to two ossuaries. The building’s excavation site was once a mass grave for slaves. I am slightly ashamed to admit that I didn’t even realise a place like this existed. I knew of the slaves, I just didn’t know how close to home a topic like slave burials could hit.

As we stood outside we couldn’t help but think of all the lost ones who once were buried where our feet now trod.
This place was just a big cemetery filled with boxes that contained our history, a lot of our culture and too much heartache. This place is now the final resting place for many of the remains that have been found since the inception of the memorial. This place is now filled with love for people we never knew but helped to make us who we are today.

It’s strange that you can live in a city for all of your life and not know much of its history... or that tourists know more about our city than we do... or even why the ‘klopse’ dress so colourfully.

We would like to thank the city of CT for allowing us to glimpse a bit of our past. And remember that if you are a ‘Van Der’ or a ‘February-March-April’ your ancestors were probably standing beneath a tree on a hot summer’s day being auctioned to the highest bidder, saying: “This is the stuff history is made of...”

14 February 2011

Lost in Wonderland


pics taken by Nj & edited by Linz

The Funnel Countdown

“I’m sorry,” I utter as you pass me by,

The ghostly me trying not to cry,

Because days are drawing near for when

I’ll have to say goodbye.


We laughed together sitting side-by-side

Watching the sun fade before our eyes,

As the day draws near for when

I’ll have to say adios amigo, my dear.


Getting to know each other was (is) tough,

But the days are drawing near for when

I’ll say a fond farewell that is not enough.


Long-distance was never our thing

Never letting me hear you sing,

Now the days draw near for when

I’ll bring you a flower and you’ll whisper adieu at the hour


I’m a wreck to leave you behind-

Knowing I’ll be giving up on us.

Sadly the days are too few in number

And our goodbyes will soon be forgot from your mind.


My nerves are swirled,

Deep-fried cake batter dusted in confectioners’ sugar...

But i could never regret them.

I Believe (Part Deux) V-Day Edit

I believe in Santa & his trusty steed Rudolph (who else could so deftly consume the hoards of cookies I leave out on Frabjous Day?)... i believe a single ant can carry 10-50 times its own weight... i believe that all it’ll take to turn a cloudy day around is for you to smile from within... i believe happiness is found... i believe happiness is created... i believe happiness is momentarily thrust upon us all (we just have to take it upon ourselves when the opportunity arises)... i believe the stars were placed in the sky for us to find our way back home... i believe in you... i believe sarcasm is a mechanism that helps to shield us from fire-breathers (take it from a sarcastic fire-breather who forgot to light the match)... i believe that we are all ‘pink on the inside’( so can we please stop all the fighting because of how different we are on the outside?)... i believe we are all unique for a reason.... i believe that there are reasons for everything (we just have to find the right questions to ask)... i believe that glass is half full... i believe the heart knows what it wants... i believe we have to learn to appreciate the small things in life (in order to accept the things that can knock us off our feet... i believe that a person can be both happy & sad- that you can smile as ‘the tears come streaming down you face’... i believe that making mistakes makes us human (i swear i am not an alien- i make too many mistakes to be one).... i believe music is a universal language that almost everyone wants to learn how to speak... i believe in fairy tales & their happy endings... i believe that not every happily ever after was meant as such (they just changed the outcome as the situation evolved)... i believe in you... i want to believe in me too.

21 January 2011

Defeated

Am I the cowardly Lion, wishing for a heart that once as mine before you locked it away and stole the key?

There’s only one hopeful chord in this cacophony, and it’s this girl

I’m following.

The streets are deserted as we three are released from our music filled hollow- Dorothy and her gang- our arms linked as fear begins to consume this journey.

I recognise your face in the dark and in a gasp realise we’re all just following the same sun-tinged brick road.

But what if Dorothy- on her journey holding hands with her gang, stopped to stare at the blinking stars guiding their way saw instead of the face of the man she sort but the brightest star that managed to utter a single word and left her blinded by the sun- could I the cowardly Lion guide her on?

I don’t mind that your dreams aren’t about me in your sleepful hour. The sky has opened up and we are again singing in the rain...

We’re singing in the rain. And it’s such a glorious feeling from my head right down to my toes. Because we’re so happy again...

My lungs stop their in and out movement as your lips press to mine but there is nothing to fear as you begin to breathe for me. your air pulsing through my blood filled veins, as we voyage ever more toward our journey’s end.

We’re no longer afraid. I am cowardly no more and he is genius when love fills our atmosphere as a witch is caged and a beauty whisked away in swirling air. We have nothing left to prove except that we’re no longer afraid.




14 January 2011