Healthy Distance

My type of love is intense

It’s a veld fire ready to consume

All aspects of a lovers life

But he doesnt permit it

He understands healthy distance

He knows about playing with fire

I suppose he’s been taught

Or been burnt a few times

Especially the bushfire type

The type that can flicker one moment

And in a blink turn to blaze

He knows how to tame it

Just enough fuel to keep it going

He stands at a healthy distance

Just enough to feel the fires warmth.

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Spheres

A sphere of influence

Where there is death there is life
I always took this to mean literally when a person dies a child is born. I watched the journey of instagram blogger as she battled her way through cancer. She went against the tide something like what I imagine the junction to the road to heaven is like.

She went against the insecurities that came with her change in appearance as she lost her hair and her weight. She lost what fundamentally was the core of her work. She statistically should have lost followers but her sheer bravery was a shock to the sphere of influence.The audacity she had in keeping her faith and her passions alive.

She didn’t make it.. But what stood out to me the most was the birth of inspiration and motivation that came attached to her ascension into heaven (I imagine), it was as though this encouragement came like a tag in an instagram photo. It came with her death.
A birth of future bloggers who will fight and believe and pursue their craft regardless of circumstance. But mostly the importance of faith which she documented in her instagram live. The irony of the term LIVE..

Every choice We make is life and death.she could have chosen to be dead (figuratively) long before cancer had got to her. BUT she chose to live.
There are many ways of teaching a sphere of people a lesson. I believe those before us spoke of a man who died on a cross and gave people the chance to be born again.Those that saw spread the word to their spheres of influence.

In loving memory of kyrzayda and her beautiful work

Prayer

Sometimes when I’m on my knees

So close to the dust where I came

I am grounded I am aware

Aware of my imperfections

As my mind wanders away amidst my prayer

As I feel aches from kneeling only for a second

How can knees give in when already on the ground??

As my lips stutter a prayer with no cohesion

As I mess up the order of the Lords Prayer

As i shut my eyes as if in prayer but really in sleep

As I yawn whenever I hit a full stop.

A mix between too tired and too bored to pray

As I rush through it and close with a loud

“Amen !! ”

As an Act of compensation or as others call it

An act of Good Faith

Ironic isn’t it ??

Not about faith but that this poem is longer than my prayers

imperfections

I am grounded in him

And to dust I shall return

But despite it all,mercy never leaves me

Scrounging around on my knees.

30

30 the number stuck in my head

30 years of marriage

30 years of sacrifice

30 years of loyalty

30 years of going the distance

30 years of age ,half your age

30 minutes of temptation

30 days of forced smiles

30 doses of fake news

30 minutes of clouded judgement

30 doubled annums of a facade

30 years of infidelity

30 seconds to sign for separation

30 times the pain.

Eat Hearty

Eat Hearty

But watch the things you Google gobble

That social media sweet tooth

Will leave a rot you can see from a (s)mile away

Eat Hearty

But watch for hateful humour

It’s like cholesterol, good until

It cloggs out your arteries, heartless.

Eat Hearty

But watch out for Adverts and Additives

False truths of no nutritional value

Gluten free for the gluttons

Eat Hearty

Without watching other people plates

Piles of appetite suppressant (s)pills

That will stain your clothes

Eat Hearty

From the tree of life

For Heaven’s sake!!

Eat Soul food

100 Days of Happiness 2018

I have come to the end of my second 100 days of happiness challenge.The first one was in 2016: https://falos3.wordpress.com/2016/04/09/100-days-challenge/

I found this challenge so rewarding this year. I wanted to learn not only how to be happy but how to have joy. The difference is one is not affected by circumstance: that everyday for a 100 days I would do/ note something that made me happy.

I shared some of my days on my social media and I was happy to see others join me and start their counts. This made my heart so happy because a wise somebody said if you wanna go fast do it alone but if you wanna go far do it with others.

It takes a village to raise a child is one of the best things to come out of the African communities because it shows that you don’t need to be on Tv or on a huge platform to make a difference.

One to Fifty

This was a period of setting routine, remembering to find and do something that made me happy. This period was challenging because on some days I had to go out of my way to make it happen.It wasn’t so effortless and it didn’t just come to me . I had to remember why I was doing it. I’ve heard that we are allowed to be sad but not to let the sadness linger for too long. When I started the challenge I felt I had a little fluctuating lingering sadness I was struggling to shake off and it had been there for far too long.

Fifty to one hundred

The time of doubling up. And I mean double up for real. I had gotten into the swing of things and the more I noted down it seems the more I achieved. I guess I could say what God affirms he sustains. I was living under his sustenance. I saw myself achieve some personal goals and I also saw the happiness spreading in small but recognizable ways to those around me.Towards the end of the 100 days I took one large L, and the manner and the way I responded to it showed me that I had set myself free. I didn’t allow myself to be sad for long and I still had plenty to be happy about. In that moment and in that space I realised I had reached the state I wanted to reach: Joy

What now ??

Well figuring how to maintain it

MILK and HONEY

Eden is a state of mind

A garden of a kind

That needs protection

From the corruption

That exiles mankind

Into a lifetime of trying to find

Eden,Canaan, Heaven.

A land flowing with milk and honey

Without comformaties and money

A place where peace blooms

Where eudaimonia and charity grooms

With falling petals of blessings

Direct God-human professings

where Spiritual milk meanders and flows

Breathing life into anything that grows

A Heaven on earth

Inherited at birth

But in mental remand

Waiting for a promised Land

Eden,Canaan, Heaven

A land of milk and honey

Corruption will make you drown in it.

Inspiration drawn from bible project https://youtu.be/Zy2AQlK6C5k

And a song by Zamajobe -Ndawo Yami

Frill Frugal

I have committed myself to trying out a different technique with every Falo fabrics Collection. As I pursue mastering my craft ,I thought it was important for me to hold myself accountable to my growth, basically make sure it happens. In my first Collection (Beige and Boujee) I mastered my personal sizing and measurements. In my second Collection (Backless ) i learnt personal pattern manipulation turning basic patterns into jumpsuits and playsuits (coz we don’t like unseasoned fashion) as well as learn different fabrics and stabilisers.

Frill and Frugal

This Collection is about what them fingers do 😜. it was that tedious foreplay of fiddling with the frill to make perfect gathers and pleats when all you want is the dress to come-through already. 😂😂😂( phew that’s enough innuendo for today!!) . The effort is worth it, the frills are a perfect go with the wind vibe. This beach throw did exactly that with playful gathers sheared at different lengths for that added edge.

This nude playsuit zoned in on my pleating skills, with a pleated mesh finish. The neckline was a gathered choker style. The see through mesh gave this look an edge as it allows for different styling opportunities, as shown bellow a statement bra,or a statement necklace or if you’re really at that level of go with the wind; free the nips.

Finally like any good student would, I joined my past collections lessons and made some pants made by manipulating a basic pant pattern into ones with a overlapping flap. Paired it with a matching print top to make a breezy co-ord.

What’s next??

She is the one I want to hurt

You chose to hurt me

And I could never understand why

You sought after me

And after my heart

Chameleon-ed to suit my environment

Above and beyond

In both your effort and your lies

You bluffed right through it

Because you knew from the start

You did it with such unsettling ease

Out of a crowd you picked me

She is the one I WANT to hurt.

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