Monday, 31 October 2016

1/30

I will begin this piece with the token "I haven't written in a while" line...

Now that that's out of the way:

On the 29th of November, I will have marked 30 years of life on this earth.  That's 360 months.   And what a ride its been!  So I thought I'd share some thoughts and experiences in the 30 days leading up to my 30th. 

I spent a very introspective (and sober) weekend at home reflecting on my life thus far.  It's very difficult to summarise it all, its been very eventful, challenging, exhilarating etc etc. Throw any adjective you want, it will probably describe some period of my life at some point.  One thing that I can safely say is, things haven't truned out the way I expected.  At all.

But that isn't such a bad thing.

So many trite expressions come to mind about curveballs and lemons and boxes of chocolates and carping diems.  Or whatever.  One skill I think all of us learn very early on is to keep your fucking feet moving.  Starting from being a little toddler learning how to walk.  You stumble, you fall. You cry some.  You haul your ass up and keep moving. 

This morning, it was business as usual for me.  Woke up late, got on a bus, came to work.  Did what I had to do.  As i write, Kukki and I are live on radio.  Me in the passenger seat, as I am every Monday and Friday.  It may not be the most glamorous or well paying job I do.  I am producer/on-air presenter at Power FM.  And I'd like to believe I am good at what I do.  It gives me a great sense of fulfillment when I listen to the radio and I hear stuff I've produced and it sounds fresh.

Would I trade this for another life?  Yes, I probably would.  But this is my reality.  This is the reality of living in southern Africa.  And I will make this reality special, even if it may not seem as such to others.


Monday, 10 October 2016

Mrs. SaviourOfTheDay

Creatures of doubt live in my mind. Indecision also resides. Sharing my burden, sharing my pain. Fueling the hatred and spreading the blame. I'm not deserving of this gift. And now through these ashes i must sift. Mediocre is what i choose. With nothing to gain but lots to lose...

Finally she walks my way, Mrs. SaviourOfTheDay 
And tells me everything will be okay

I'll be okay...