Viva My Legend Papito

So like, we all know that I don’t know my biological father and if you didn’t know now you know. I won’t lie and say it didn’t bother me for the longest time because it did quite a lot. I often asked myself what is wrong with me, why me and always beat myself up about.

With time I came to the realisation that I have an awesome grandpa who’s always there for me and plays the father role figure like a pro.

I believe I have one of the sweetest grandpa’s in the world no doubt.

My grandpa taught me how to pray. He was a great part of me getting saved. He taught me how to live a Christ like life. I never met a man with so much love and knowledge. I remember telling him that I’m going to study politics and he just said “Khensi, politics are one dirty game and no, you not going to study that.” Thank God I listened because indeed they are a dirty game. I’m too awesome for politics and like my first year lecturer Mr Ngaba would say “everyone who isn’t studying law and is studying polical science, is studying JUMPOLOGY”. I’m just saying!

Back to the King of my heart. Grandpa isn’t only a grandparent, he is my best friend. It’s just so amazing how grandpa and I just lock ourselves in the house and just talk utter nonsense and if you ask me ANC and Julius Malema makes the most interesting and funny conversations ever. My love for watching news and reading about current comes from the chill sessions I had with my husband. Well, he is my husband because I want a man to be just like him, okay let’s just say more or less like him well I think that’s fair. Every morning my nigga would go buy the newspaper, Pretoria news for him, Sowetan for him, Daily Sun for my late sister and The Citizen for him and I to share with my twin brother Rhulani but he always takes the section that talks about cars ai.

The only thing that gets to me about him is that he watches the news channel all day. This man wakes up at 06:00am to just watch the news. If you want to watch soapies he makes sad faces and talks about the news which automatically changes the channel back to Aljazeera but I love him anyway.

One of the best conversations I had with my grandpa was whilst watching generations a while back and a character by the name of Dineo was so obsessed with finding her biological father. My grandpa said this to me”Khensi, if you ever write to Khumbule’khaya and ask them to help locate your father I will be very hurt because in me you have everything that your heart desires, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you come rain or sunshine.”

Besides from watching the news and bonding over current affairs, we support the same football team. I believe my grandpa is the best Orlando Pirates supporter alive. His love for football got him injured at Ellis Park once upon a time when most Chiefs and Pirates supporters got injured and some losing their lives may their souls rest in peace. We lucky grandpa only got away with an almost broken jaw and he underwent a minor operation.

The past recess I started appreciating my grandpa’s knowledge even more. Every time his favourite grandson (Rhulani) and granddaughter (Khensi) drive him around he always tells us the history of towns and buildings.  I really value his knowledge.  He even took it upon himself to teach me how to speak Xitsonga properly and be a proud young Xitsonga lady. He respects us as much as we respect him.

We talk so often over the phone and every time 2 weeks pass without making contact he just expresses how it breaks his heart that he doesn’t know how I am doing. Only a father would feel this way and I am truly blessed.

If ever you feel sad and unloved because you don’t have a biological father just know that it’s time for you to identify someone in the family or in the community who you trust whole heartedly to play that role. You don’t have to have someone’s genetic or DNA make up for them to play the father role. Pray about this and as scary as it seems it will be okay. Just don’t go around seeking comfort in all the wrong places like drugs, alcohol and older men who are not married to you. For someone who doesn't know her dad I think no wait, I know I turned out just fine. Everything really happens for a reason.

Love yourself and appreciate the life that God has given you and remember God gives his toughest challenges to his strongest soldiers. Stay blessed.

Law Retreat 2013- Forest Way!

So this year I decided that I’m going to go to the Law retreat and stop rebeling since, I thought I was fly and too cool for camps in university, oh boy was I wrong!

Forest Way was our destination and sorry to say but the previous years programs were boring compared to this year’s retreat. We were taken to the forest and forced to bond with each other through out-door activities and obstacle courses.

This was so eye-opening because through team work, I realised how much I needed the support of my team mates. I wouldn’t have made it to the other of the wall if I was alone but with the help of my team mates all things were possible and the impossible was conquered. I think having our lecturer Ms Batchelor go through each and every obstacle made it all worth it and we all seemed to grow a positive attitude because if she can do this then who are we to say we can’t? She has been the best role model for most of us and I really bow down to her. She is the perfect example of a leader who leads by example because she indeed leads from the front. Thank you Mam’.

The friendships made, priceless. The existing bond between Lepho and I just grew at a rate that I myself cannot even understand. Being teased because I can’t speak Xhosa and the best part is saying dissing phrases they thought I didn’t know, surprise surprise. Khita, Nkuli, Lepho and Portia you guys were the best roommates ever, so understanding and helpful in everything. We even work up at 03:30am to shower whilst there was hot water. Oh boy, best decision ever because people were already complaining at 06:00am that the water is cold. We in a forest site duh not a hotel; of course hot water will be finished, hahaha. Memories!

Thank you to the team at Forest way for hosting us, great hospitality. Being there was a

Beautiful experience. Thank you.

The intervarsity experience 2013

Captain Fantastic

For some of you guys who don’t know what intervarsity is, it’s an annual event that takes place between the four universities in the Eastern Cape namely Nelson Mandela Metropolitan University, Rhodes University, university of Fort Hare and Walter Sisulu University, during the second weekend of August. I don’t want to lie intervarsity 2013 was too awesome and no, I’m not talking about the after party. I’m referring to the actual event, competing against other universities on the field.

I honestly love the dress code because it’s the only time of the year whereas we get to dress down and for the few that dress up like intervarsity, really? Guys and gents?? Intervarsity is all about rocking our overalls in their respective colours and all stars. No heels or formal swag.  This is that time of the year were we get an opportunity to socialize and make friends with Rhodents, Mdibaz and I don’t know what they call students from WSU because we Forterians.

Now for my highlights, getting on the field and doing what we do best and yes I’m allowed to get a big and get all the credits because yours truly Captain Fantastic Khensi and the dedicated cheerleading squad really put on our A game and cheered for our boys. The half time performance was breath taking and we really surprised a lot of people and I’m glad because we are now given the recognition and respect we’ve been working so hard for.

The cherry on the top was performing in the presence of the Deputy Vice-Chancellor and getting complements galo from him and I quote “you ladies are doing very well representing our university, great performance.” It really feels great being a Cheerlion and leading them. In all truth this really gave myself image as Captain a boost because I felt every was falling apart to get all the positive feedback on Saturday made all the fights and laughs worth it, we serve an awesome God. I take pride in the squad and its steady grow.

Thank you NMMU for hosting us and to everyone who made it memorable. 

Nervous for dayzzzzzz in the change room

Mwah

Can-C!

Overall Swag

Strong Women.

The awesome women in my life.

Gavaza na Khensani

Its amazing how she once just looked like me. My great-grandmother Gavaza. According to her, her mother told her she was born when the first air plane landed in South-Africa in 1909 or 1910, which makes her 104 years old. Our family is really blessed to have such a blessing. God is great. I really am a proud result of her.

Memi and Khensi

Memi is my everything. A great mother and teacher. Her warm loves makes it okay to go through life's challenges and that's what makes her a phenomenal woman!

Mom and I.

Phenomenal woman is what my mommy is and celebrating her everyday is just a MUST!

I'm Blessed.

Life's journey in pictures.

Touching Lives

Injuries on the way...

Taking time to relax

In different shades.

Im officially a legal driver

Taking Time out

Embracing the African in me

Hot Summers day

The Golfer in me

Me Time

My Beautiful Toes hahaha.

Walking for a good cause.

Be Beautiful

Road to weight loss...

Stolen Picture :)

Miss Independent

Grown Woman.

I remember being young and so brave
I knew what I needed
I was spending all my nights and days
Laid back, daydreaming
Look at me, I'm a big girl now
Said I'm gonna do something
Told the world imma paint this town
Now bitches, I run this (Aah!)

[Pre-chorus]
Cause I put it
Down like that (2x)
And I'm making
All these racks (2x)
And I'm moving
Round like that (2x)
When I do it
I don't look back (2x)

[Chorus 1]
I'm a grown woman
I can do whatever I want
I'm a grown woman
I can do whatever I want
I could be bad if I want
I could do wrong if I want
I can live fast if I want
I can go slow all night long
I'm a grown woman
I can do whatever I want

[Verse 2]
You know the way I walk
Because I walk with a vengeance
And they listen to me when I talk
Cause I ain't pretending
It took awhile now I understand
Just where I'm going
I know the woman, I know who I am
It's about time I show it

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus 2]
I'm a grown woman
I can do whatever I want
I'm a grown woman
I can do whatever I want
I could be bad if I want
I can say what I want
I can live fast if I want
I can do whatever I want
(Whatever it is!)

[Bridge]
I'm a grown woman
So I know how to ride it
I'm a grown woman
And I'm so erotic
I'm a grown woman
Look down, got you so excited
I'm a grown woman
Look at my body
It ain't no fun, if a girl can't have none
You really wanna know how I got it like that
Cause I got a cute face and my booty so fat
Go girl!
She got that bomb, that bomb
That girl!
Can get whatever she wants
Go girl!
She got that tight, that tight
Them boys!
They do whatever she like

[Instrumental/chanting]

[Outro - 11x]
I'm a grown woman
I can do whatever I want

I'm a grown woman.

source :http://www.directlyrics.com/beyonce-grown-woman-lyrics.html

Queen of my heart.

So like mom and I haven’t really been friends and I guess sometimes having faith and not giving up on our relationship worked out for the best.  Since, I started University Mama and I have been fighting less and less and guess what, I’m growing up. So certain things aren’t as important anymore but our love for each other. I’ve always longed for a relationship with my mom and I’m proud to say mama and I are finally ‘getting’ each other.

I admire the strength of my mom. The measures she went through to make sure I got the best of the best. The little we have is what brings us together. Mom made sure I got the best education and I doubt I’ll ever be able to repay that. I’m happy I took nothing for granted and I can proudly say I’m a proud strong result Ms Mary Motileni.

There’s so much I love about my mom and that beautiful angelic voice I’m so jealous of. Damn my mom can sing pity I don’t know what happened to me because I’m so tone death. When my mom sings in church, her voice gives me Goosebumps. Eh, that woman’s voice is heavenly sent. She loves her gospel music. She love love love looooooooovvveeeesssssssss cooking. Now you all know where I got my cooking skills, I was taught in high school but it doesn’t come close to my mom’s experience general knowledge cooking. She just has magical hands.

Since, I turned 21 I realised how much my loves me. She went all out and out did herself. Made sure the smile on my face never fades away. This is my year because I’ve managed to get everything I want from my mom something I’ve been failing all my life to get right and only managed to pass at 21 *phew* it’s been a journey though. Sometimes being Miss Independent isn’t nice because she’ll tell me that I’m working where did the money go to, hahaha *shakes head*

Mama thinks I’m the funniest person on earth, which is awesome because now she listens to my type of songs. It came as a shock that mama and I have mad love for Blurred lines by Robin Thicke feat Parrell Williams. We even laugh the same and do our “HE HE HEY’ with a touch of bass when we are totally amused by an incident. It’s come to a point whereas mom adopted my habits of listening to metro FM at work all day and whenever they play the song she sends me a whatsapp text “Nana they playing my song *love struck emotion icon*” He He Hey, the song demon has possessed mama.

I love the part where she starts with her Son-in-law requirement list. She can be very dramatic. But I just love my mom. I don’t even want to start on the debates we have about the law. When I out-shine her she plays the cards that “don’t forget you speak English because of my hard work, you are my reward. I sowed and now I’m reaping the results”. I guess my accent doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to her. *shrugs* but I’m the one who wakes up every morning for lectures and writes those tests oh well, I belong to mama. I normally just node my head and walk away.

Mama. Mom. Mommy. Auntizer. Aun’ Mary. She’s just my rock. My everything. Twinnie. God has blessed us with each other to learn from each other at all times and share our lives together. I’m proud to have such a strong woman as my Queen. You’ve been a mother and a father to me at all times and made sure I’m never short of you love and presence. Happy Woman’s Day My Gorgeous Mom. I love you with my all to the moon and back!

Surprise Surprise.

On the 28^th of June, mom threw me a surprise party will all my closest friends and family.

To my beautiful mother, thank you for everything, I appreciate the little we have and share together. Your motherly wisdom comes in the most unexpected ways and I cherish your words and support today and forever.  Thank you for being my rock, my everything. Only a strong woman can do what you do.  I always tell people that the best gift my mother ever gave me was taking me to the BEST SCHOOLS AND MAKING SURE I GET THE BEST EDUCATION.  What I got is the best of my mother and I’m grateful for that because that’s what I can testify to.

To my grandpa, my best friend, oh nigga I just love you to the moon and back. I don’t have a father hence God made sure that I have the best grandpapa I could’ve ever asked for. The greatest gift you ever gave me was teaching me how to pray and always guiding my spiritual being in the right path. We have the best conversations and you always motivate and make sure you feed me with the right wisdom.  Our bonding sessions over soccer because no one in the family loves soccer like we do. Politics and discussions over current affairs. Our prayer sessions and just being under the same roof and enjoying each other around is just the best. Always taking my side, I can officially say that I’m grandpa’s best granddaughter, your little princess.

To my friends who were able to make it and the wonderful words you guys shared, thank you, thank you. I love you guys to bits and pieces.  I’m so grateful and thankful to God for blessing with the best sisters. “I encourage you to concentrate on those who love you and forget about those who don’t.  ...- if we’ll look to him and stop making bad choices about whom we bring into our circle of inclusion. I believe we need to have what I call “divine connections”. In other words, pray about your circle of friends. Don’t just decide what social group you want to be part of and then try to fit into it. Instead, follow the leading of the holy spiriting choosing with whom you want to associate with closely.” – JOYCE MEYER, THE CONFIDENT WOMAN DEVOTIONAL.

I'm blessed to the highest degree and thank you to everyone for loving and accepting me as I am. God is Awesome!

The Xitsonga Princess has spoken.

Back in primary school I remember being teased and laughed at because Xitsonga is my mother tongue, even though I was fluent in English and abit fair in Afrikaans that didn’t stop them from being cruel and mean to me because I was Tsonga speaking. This really got to me to a point that I hated it so much when my mom spoke Xitsonga in front of my friends, I’d always ignore her in public or reply to her in Setswana especially when my class mates were around, to avoid being teased and laughed at.

In high school I then started to get over the shame that other learners made me feel towards my mother tongue. I started realising what a beautiful language Xitsonga is and how awesome it felt and sounded whenever I communicated with my family.

Just when I thought I won the battle of being shamed by other learners, I’d always hear taxi drivers speak ill of Tsonga speaking people, they even refer to us as “Machangane”. A woman Mochangane is supposedly to be dark, ugly, have big breasts and have big feet. On the other hand, a male “mochangane” is supposedly smelly, dark, have big breasts and only be good enough as someone who does hard labour.

As I got older people learnt that I speak Xitsonga. The more people realised this, the more I was told how I didn’t fit the description of a Tsonga person… “because Khensi happens to be light in completion and that I’m too beautiful to be Tsonga”. This really hurt my feelings and broke my heart because I didn’t understand who died and made these people God or maybe everyone who discriminates against my culture is a deputy Jesus Christ, is something I just failed to understand.

People out there can really be mean, creul and heartless, the awful names that we are called by most cultures are just appalling for example the old time favourite “Makwapa” It just goes to show that South Africans will never be united because we discriminate amongst ourselves. We don’t appreciate how diverse our country is, we always looking for the worst in others instead of embracing and uplifting the good in others.

In February 2012, I met a guy by the name of Mathala, he overheard my conversation with my mother over the phone then he just turned and complemented me by saying “you make Xitsonga sound so sexy, please teach me”. Then i later later I met Andiswa and Akhona Madikane, they just love Xitsonga, we even have a deal, they teach me Xhosa and I teach then Xitsonga, such people I consider true friends and South Africans. They just make a South Africa a better place, not because they want to learn how to speak Xitsonga and Akhona wants a Tsonga boyfriend hahahahahaha, but because they are opened minded and willing to meet others half way, they just appreciate how diverse our country is.

But on the other hand, South Africa doesn’t deserve to be called a rainbow nation, if some of the people living in the country are so narrow minded to a point they’d ask you if Xitsonga is one of the 11 official languages. Like really?? Under which rock do these people live under or maybe I’m the one leaving under a rock and I’m just not aware of it. Is there a requirement for one to be called South African? It’s high time people got up and started feeding their brains with some knowledge and stop being ignorant because the only good thing we seem to be so good at is crushing one another.

I don’t think it is fair for anyone to be shamed for being different from the next person, imagine how boring life could be if we all looked the same, dressed the same, spoke the same language and just looked like twins. It’s okay to have a good laugh every now and then but our happiness shouldn’t come at the expense of other people pain. We have the power of change within ourselves; it’s not hidden under a rock.

So on the 2^nd of January 2012, I was invited to work at DSDC College and help out with some marketing…

whilst I was working one of the students who was upgrading approached me for help but instead i turned to assist this specific student something just kept pushing me to ask her about her home-language and she then said “Ke mo Changane” (I’m Tsonga).

Since she was Tsonga speaking I got all excited and started speaking the language, it always feels good speaking one’s home language after a few hours of non-stop English. Then something about this young girl caught my attention, she kept replying in Setswana. I asked “why are you replying in Setswana, when you are Tsonga speaking?” she then said this to me “ai, a kesi rati” (I don’t like the language). For me that was just so heart breaking.

I blame society to a certain extend because they treat Tsonga people like a disease, like for what? We are people that may smell, look, speak, walk and dance different. Being different doesn’t make it okay for people to speak ill of us. The very same people that treat us like outsiders are the very same people that are walking around in clubs, parties and get togethers and driving in their cars singing or playing Xigubu like they know what it means. You hate Xitsonga speaking people hence you want to dance to a song that is dominated by Xitsonga lyrics. WOW.

I love the work Dj Ganyani and Fiesta black put into Xigubu. Its songs and dances like these that remind me why I’m a proud Xitsonga woman.

By discriminating and belittling one another we actually forget to embrace the beauty of our country and its diversity. South- Africa is my home as much as it is your home. Just because I sound different from you it doesn’t make me less of a person or a South-African.

So my fellow South-Africans lets embrace and celebrate one another and our beautiful cultures at all times. I won’t apologize for speaking out, I’m out-spoken and you better learn to deal. Let’s be independent thinkers and start informative dialogues amongst our peers and we can only do that if we open minded and willing to learn from one-another.

So long Baba Vuyo Mbuli…

Every morning Monday to Friday, in our house we put on the TV at 06H00 and watch morning live on SABC 2. Even though we don’t watch but the TV is on and we all expect to see both Leanne Manas and Vuyo Mbuli. It really is heart breaking waking up to hearing that one of your favourite news anchors has passed on. Vuyo Mbuli has been on our TV screens for as long as I can remember.

I’ll miss his goodbye link on morning live, “mintiro ya wena ya vhula vhula, sharp sharp!” I love hearing someone speak Xitsonga on a national platform because most of the time we are ignored.

Vuyo Mbuli was a man who was diverse in every way. His interviews were on point. His jokes were spot on. But Vuyo was the man. 

On the other hand, we get people who are so insensitive, Vuyo’s passing isn’t only about Morning Live and whether or not we watched the show or not, we all grew up knowing him. It’s like Nelson Mandela, some of us never met him but we know he exists. People should stop being insensitive. As much as Vuyo belonged to his family and friends, he also belongs to the nation. We invited him in our households every morning and he was part of the families, I know he was part of our family.

It’s true what you always said in your goodbye link, mintiro ya wena ya vhula vhula. Your actions spoke volumes that’s why; TODAY we are mourning your death Baba Vuyo.

I know morning Live and morning TV will never be the same again. 

You lived and died a Legend!

My favourite News Anchor, Viva the Legend. MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE!

Being a Law Student.

Miseducation of Lawyers

The professor of a contract law class asked one of his better students, "If you were to give someone an orange, how would you go about it?"

The student replied, "Here's an orange."

The professor was outraged. "No! No! Think like a lawyer!"

The student then replied, "Okay. I'd tell him `I hereby give and convey to you all and singular, my estate and interests, rights, claim, title, claim and advantages of and in, said orange, together with all its rind, juice, pulp, and seeds, and all rights and advantages with full power to bite, cut, freeze and otherwise eat, the same, or give the same away with and without the pulp, juice, rind and seeds, anything herein before or hereinafter or in any deed, or deeds, instruments of whatever nature or kind whatsoever to the contrary in anywise notwithstanding...'"

You Might Be A Law Student If:

You might be a law student if:

If you average 3 hours of sleep a night
If your trash is overflowing and your bank account isn't
If you go to Wal-Mart more than 3 times a week
If you are personally keeping the local pizza place from bankruptcy
If you wake up 10 minutes before class
If you wear the same jeans 13 days in a row -- without washing them
If your breakfast consists of a coke on the way to class
If your social life consists of a date with the library
If it takes a shovel to find the floor of your room
If you carry less than a dollar on your person
If you haven't done laundry in so long you are wearing your swim suit to class
If you celebrate when you find a quarter
If your room is so cold that your toilet freezes over
If you wear a sweat suit for so long that it stands up by itself
If your backpack is giving you Scoliosis
If you get more sleep in class than in your room
If your idea of feeding the poor is buying yourself some Ramen Noodles
If you can sleep through your roommate's blaring stereo
If you live in an area that is smaller than most mobile homes
If you get more e-mail than mail......

THEN YOU MIGHT BE A LAW STUDENT!!! .

More of these Jokes can be found on  http://www.urbanlegends.com/ and http://www.jamesfuqua.com/lawyers/jokes/school.shtml

Being a law student doesn't necessarily mean I have to be serious all the time and wear suits. At times one just wants to feel normal and the society at large should let us be. The time to wear suits and Heels will come but for now, please don't judge me, hahaha. If I wanna dress like a rasta and be called a "mickey mouse law student" by my lecturer let me be. It's okay to be made fun of, we don't have to be so sensitive all the time. 

Enjoy being a student and remember there is a time and place for everything. 

“The two most important requirements for major success are: first, being in the right place at the right time, and second, doing something about it”

Ray Kroc quotes (American pioneer of the fast-food industry, Founder of McDonald's. 1902-1984).

Desire success and growth but remember to have a sense of humor!