Grown man suit

When I grow up eventually, I wanna dress like this. Call hime whatever you want, and he probably deserves most of the adjectives that go his way but MAN, can he wear a suit. Scott Dissick can lay a legitimate claim to being a style icon for guys...and I for one am in awe. One day is one day.

Women

"55 years on .Happy Women's Day" I read on a contact's update this morning. It's hard to believe it's bn that long since the day women marched up to the Union Buildings in protest. Women have lead some sort of revolt throughout history to mark their value and existence in society, and that was a defining moment for them in this country. It has though grown beyond just commemorating those who were there, but rather has evolved with women over the ages to encompass their new mould of traditional and modern roles. Those of being professionals as well as still women of the home. I admire that trait immensely in them too.

Every guy out there who has a relationship with their mother will jump up and call them Superwoman, and will be justified in doing so. For me, my mom has only ever been strong for as long as I've been alive. Now my little sister has the pleasure of witnessing this as well through a positive role-model. This is the woman who used to fix my toys as a kid, while being the no.1 Makoti at my grandad's home, as well as having ana active career. Mad props to her. Enough about her though, women though have an inner strength and ressilience about them. This is not often portrayed in the patriarchal society we live in, but one person who encompases this ressilence and strength is Oprah Winfrey. Hate her or love her, her life story is stuff of legend and true inspiration. From humble beginnings and childhood traumas, to standing head-and-shoulders above women across the globe and most powerful men. Legendary.
On National Women's Day I say: Much love, respect, and admiration to you all. Since the day God pulled a rib out of Adam to today, you have come a long way, and are still going places. To all inspirational women in our country (past and present), it is right to refer to you as the "Flowers Of The Nation", because of the role(s) you play/ed in our country's growth and development. Shoutout to oomama Sisulu, Makeba, Suzman, Joseph, and others. Just know that the women down here are still fighting the good fight, and you will forever be appreciated.

New Semester, new beginnings

The 2nd half of 2011 is already under way. "Oh well, here goes nothing!" I say, but is it really that straight-forward? No. My 1st half to this year was indifferent to say the least. I lost my grandfather, and a multitude of phones( the one thing I seem to be master of unfortunately). School did not make thing easier in the final year of undergrad. My only solace that has kept me going thus far is the fact that the Lord never gives us tasks we can never handle.

With this new semester, it being my final one as an undergrad (5 years later) is quite crucial. I have had to come face-to-face with the fact that I'm getting older, as well as a word I have feared since I've come back from initiation school 5 years back. That word being responsibility, which comes with age and maturity as we navigate our way through life. My mom finally managed to drill it into my head that "It's not something you can just put on a shelf and pick up whenever you want." Did I pick up the message a bit too late? I don't know only God and time will be the judge of that.

One thing I know for sure though, is the fact that now I've learned from how I began my year, and am on a mission to end it on a high, and as a graduate. So here's to new beginnings