Being Miss Independent.

Being Miss Independent.

 

I’ve always been one of those kids who liked the finer things in life and to my disappointment; I had to work for these things. Don’t get me wrong my mother bought me the things I needed and more but there were always limits to this. That’s why when I turned 16; I told myself id get a job so that I can buy myself whatever my heart desired.

I then got a job at Maxi’s, I worked as a waitress. I was only given lunch money (R15) and got paid on tips. But it wasn’t a biggie for me; I was young, fresh and good looking. I remember making R250 on a good day and just R100 on a bad day. I worked only during holidays. But I out grew that stage and waitressing was so draining, worked long hours and 6-days a week. I then stopped working.

After I matriculated in 2010, I decided to take a gap year, in this gap year I started working as an MTN Brand Ambassador, and the money was so great that for December alone I made R5000 for just working 4 days a week and 4 hours a day. That was like the quickest cash I’ve ever made in my young life.

Since, I started studying towards my Law degree in 2012, I then decided that I’d just work during June and December holidays only. In June I worked for a Brick making company and I worked as a brick sorter. This was just an exercise to actually see what other people had to go through in order to put bread on the table. On the other hand, I had a degree that was waiting for me. I learnt so much about myself and other people. I’m so humble now and respect every profession. I took so much for granted and after that one week of experience I told myself never again.

I remember talking to one of my good friends Thabiso Moyane early this year; he said something that’s worth mentioning. He said “… whilst I was working for my dad as a contractor there was this man who loved Cheese rolls, to a point that every time he’d buy these rolls and indulge in them for like a week or so because to him those cheese rolls were a luxury.” For most of us we can just go to the pick ‘n pay or spar and just buy these rolls and eat them whenever we want to because we are so privileged and fortunate to have parents like ours. Okay, you can stop feeling guilty about throwing away that loaf of bread last week, hahahahaha.

Anyway back to the topic at hand “being miss independent”. I was lucky enough to have my Job at Proximity Marketing & Events in December 2012, when I came back home from varsity. I still worked as an MTN Brand Ambassador but that year it was just on a different tip, we had to wear dresses, stalking and heels. We were just bringing sexy back and attracting MTN users on another level. We then worked at South African School Sports Event. This was even better because I met the Minister of Sports Mr Fekile Mbalula, SABC TV Crew, PSL coaches and Captains to just to name a few. Yeah I know I know my job is the best. Getting paid to smile is just the best thing in the world. But there’s more to it than that. The work that we put in when no one is looking is just intense but we do it anyway.

What I love about working besides that Bank notification at the end of the month is that I love meeting new people and working in different environments. I’ve meet amazing people over the years and I wouldn’t trade my work experience or moments for any amount of money in the world.

Thank God for His and for blessing me abundantly the talents that I’ve discovered over the years. Let your desired be a GPS to your out-most happiness. God is Love, I know.

 

 

 

Embracing my Agape Love that I’ve desired.

Embracing my Agape Love that I’ve desired.

Agape, A Greek word for unconditional love. Agape Love is the selfless kinder love we show to those we say we love wholeheartedly without sexual implications, especially love that is spiritual in its nature.

The love of God for man and for man for God.

 “Love bears all things,

Believes all things,

Hopes all things,

Endures all things,

Love never fails” – 1 Corinthians 13:7.

If the human mind fails to acknowledge Gods unconditional love then how do i love everything and everyone God has created? Agape love should be reflected in the different relationship we build with those around us without expecting anything in return because after all “love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love’ –Almitra.

I found some of that Agape love and believe me, it’s the best feeling in the world. I desired and still desire that selfless kinder love!My desires have always been my GPS to the special Somebodies in my life, they bring the out-most happiness to my life. My desiderata which is my ultimate total bliss! My special place.

“With age comes a lot of wisdom”, only at 21 years, I understand the whole ideology of Valentine’s Day. For me today isn’t about proving your love to those around you but for me today is about celebrating love with those close to your heart.

Celebrate LOVE!

 

Feel the beat at Africa's feet!

Feel the beat at Africa's feet!

 

 

It all started with Liberia being unable to host the AFCON 2013 tournament... and since we had the facilities, South Africa was chosen to be a host nation for the tournament. This raised brows whether or not we’d host without playing. But as always we managed to qualify for AFCON 2013 because we were the host nation.

So, I chose to be full-time Bafana supporter and purchased tickets for the opening match which was played at the National Stadium on the 19^th January. What really broke my heart was the fact that most South-Africans were so negative and anticipated bafana bafana to fail. Most didn’t even have faith that we could win the opening match or make it past the group stages.

But, as a soccer freak, it didn’t bother me because I believed in the dream team and I also believed in our national coach Gordon Igesund’s vision. However, it wasn’t easy because we failed to win one of the warm-up matches against Niger and Tunisia

I was excited about the opening which was South-Africa v Cape Verde, I remember looking for my soccer jersey and sweater but the weather was everyone’s biggest worry because the weather man had predicted it would rain the whole weekend with an 80% chance. However, this didn’t for one second kills the excitement that build-up to the actual event. Seeing everyone wearing their Bafana T-shirts, waving their flags and blowing the VUVUZELA was phenomenal. The emotions that we evoked were simply over-whelming.

Getting to the National stadium the atmosphere of togetherness amongst other South-Africans and other African country’s was amazing, there’s wasn’t for a moment a sense of division. Doing the Mexican wave, singing Shosholoza and sharing opinions about the game at hand were just priceless.  Everyone was so united and I have to say it felt really good and will go down as one of the most memorable moments of 2013 in my books.

But, I wasn’t alone; I have to give props to Omphemetse and Katlego for being the coolest soccer freaks. The way they danced whilst blowing the vuvuzela shared a sense of togetherness and thinking about it now hmmmmmmmm, it was funny. I guess it’s one of those moments when you think about them, you just instantly ask yourself “what the hell was I doing??” Whilst that smile creeps in. Thank you guys for sharing the experience with me and most importantly taking very good care of me, really appreciate it.

The desired beauty of the African flavour by other continents was what we as Africans were supposed to experience out of this great AFCON’13 tournament. And if you are African and didn’t experience the beat at your feet then sorry for you, I guess you haven’t lived! I felt the beat at feet and I wouldn’t trade the awesome memory for anything!  



 

 

And lastly, Congratulations to Nigeria for being crowned the Kings of African football at this years AFCON. To Burikino Faso, well-done on coming second, you guys showed determination, dedication and passion!

 







I think its a second chance...

 

I think its a second chance...

 

 

 

 

 

 

It all started with a dream of being a Radiotherapist. I was truly convinced and believed it in my heart that in 2012 I’ll be studying Radiotherapy at the university of Jonnesburg, I even did my 5days of orientation at 2 private hospitals, a day at each (Sandton oncology and Flora Clinic in Rodepoort) and 3days at Johannesburg General. But all this turned out to being my worst nightmare, well I think… okay, let me just say it could’ve been a blessing in disguise.

I learnt so much about cancer because I had underestimated the amount of hard word that goes into a process of treating it. It was quiet emotionally draining but the experience was totally worth it. I learnt what happens from the time patients walk in the hospital to the day they stop radiation treatment. I even ended up being so emotionally attached to the patients because I was so passionate about what I was being taught and by what I saw. However, it’s so funny that sometimes in life we turn to have all the money in the world but that money cannot buy us another life.

Then, I came to realise that one’s relationship with God is worth every emotion and experience before “if God is for us who can be against us” (Romans 8:31), who knows maybe all the cancer patients could experience a miracles and the world could see the end of cancer, after all faith is about believing the invisible.

Okay let me fast-forward my story, with all that being said, on the 19th of January 2012, I didn’t pass my clinical interview… everything was going so well, I didn’t even understand how so much could go wrong just before I have to start with my university orientation and journey as a radiotherapist. I felt as though my dreams were crashed within 5minutes and there was nothing I could do, I remember being so bitter that taking my own life was the only solution to my temporary problem. But I didn’t of cause or else I wouldn’t be writing this piece, hahahahaha.

Then it was time to move on and think on my toes which career path I’m passionate about, this career had to be my second choice because the first didn’t work out… God whispered LAW!!!Khensi then moved all the way to Eastern Cape to study law at the University of Fort Hare a new journey began and I didn’t have a choice but to embrace it and, make every experience a learning curve. I guess the rest is history because I’ve found my light. God didn’t forsake me. I had faith and believed everything will work out for the best in the end and it did!

The journey continues as take on my second of LLB... God is great!

To be continued...

 



I am not my 34DD!

I am not my 34DD!

Alright, look over the years I’ve always gotten a lot of flak for my body, especially the fact that my BRA size is slightly bigger than the average 20year old. Back in the day I had so much to deal with because I was always labelled as the "only black girl" in the netball or hockey team...I was always the ‘bigger bra sized girl ’ in my age group. I love sport with all my heart hence I felt like this obstacle on my chest defined me... I felt I had to overcome my beasts then face being chosen in the team.

 

 I’m not for 1 second going to act like it never bothered me because it did big time...I hated my Bra size because I felt it drew a line between normality and abnormality. At school I was very athletic. I featured in about four different sports, did gymnastics but I had to stop because of unforeseen circumstances. I then started Netball and everything fell into place. High school I continued with Hockey and soccer. But I'd always look Khensi in the mirror and think eishhhhh "I hate my chest" 

 I felt my Breasts grew at a rate I myself couldn't control nor understand. I looked at my grandma, mother and then myself... The same genetic pattern of three different generations but the question was always "WHY ME?” I couldn't wear a top from the age of 16 without a Bra, which made matters worse. I always wanted to be a model but I felt my Bra size took it all away from me. Because the average model in the mag hardly has any breasts, I couldn't even get myself to understand why Pamela Anderson got a boob job because women I got it all but hated it!

I found my source refuge in sport. There isn't a sport I didn't go try out for. What I love about myself is that when I put my head to something I give it my all that's why I easily made the teams. My coaches saw beyond my Breasts and I'm grateful for that, they saw talent but I always put me down because of my Bra size! Netball, hockey, soccer, cheer leading, softball, gymnastics and athletics, I played and I enjoyed myself even met the most amazing people. I made friends but our different Bra sizes were always at the back of my mind eating at me.

 The biggest mistake I did to myself was comparing my beauty to those of others. But not anymore! Now I can easily walk into a store and look for my 34DD because there's none I can do about it. God gave me big breasts for a reason I might not understand now but I'm Humble and taking it a day at a time. Who cares if my chest is bigger?? I'm trying to embrace it all to the best of my ability. Funny but true my Bra size always worried me hence I never stopped playing sport... I just confused myself with emotions but acted in a positive manner. 

 So, to you my beautiful African young sisters You are more than your Bra Size, just like India Arie said "I am not my Hair" Khensi-Nova says "I am not my 34DD bra size" . We all have our own unique beauty. Our bodies are a work of art, own your body and feel that you own it because if you don't, no-one!