Thank you Jesus, for today.Thank you for the gift of life. For the years, you've kept me together. I've lost it, more than twice. But you've always had me. As you still do now.I ask for continued strength, courage and love in this new year. Love to overcome everything, all fears and all pains. Because love conquers all. Because you are love.I ask for deeper grounding, deeper belonging to myself. I ask for wisdom and discipline. Through discipline, I can attain the wisdom and enlightenment I seek. The inner peace I need. Help me reach my truth. Help me reach and stay with, the god in me. Help me, everyday. Guide me. Protect me. Walk with me daily. Let me spread the love you show me to others.Thank you for every breath, between then and now. And forever more.Amen.

The Soil performing Inkwenkwezi at The Bat Centre .MP4

Andrew just put me on...

yesterday i was looking through pictures of myself, from 2008, 2009 and 2010 [although i skipped most of that year]. didn't quite bother with the years to follow.

i look so peaceful and carefree and happy. taken care of. i look like myself, basically. before the big bad wolf's huff

am i not supposed to get mad? the difference between myself then and myself now is huge, and as a person in the inside i wanna know if i'm posed to act as if all is well and dandy. like we're in candyland, vibing?

bullshit.

Poetry Afrika

Last night i had the privilede of attending the 16th Poetry Afrika held in Durban, Howard College and it left me speechless, to say the least

international acts from all corners of the globe graced the stage and blessed our ears and souls with their words. it was beautiful. of course tumi (from the V) was there [i wanted to throw myself on stage] to mesmerize me, effortlessly.

however, my admiration for tumi cannot possibly match my new found talent. her name is d'bi young, from jamaica. what a soul. what a talent! storytelling poetry...she does it in song [and a bit of dance] but wow, it was beautiful.

there was also a guy, from ghana and his name is Nii Ayikwei Parkes. what a gent! beautiful words

sidenote: it really sucks that i'm going to such a weird country where they don't even speak english. it will take me a while to be able to enjoy poetry sessions, in spanish.

-Lees

"not that i think people are bad. they're just trapped. i like people, sure. but you can only change yourself. you start worrying about others and they'll just drag you down into the mess. the world is full of suffering"

[this was a comment (from a book) on the work Mother Teresa did]

my sanity

If I chant ‘no church in the wild’ every day, the light will be right before me

Erykah Badu - Ye Yo (Live)

phozi and i

Kid Cudi - Pursuit Of Happiness ft. MGMT

i said phela it's the greatest

Love Of The Season-Wasanga

Love Of The Season-Wasanga

ramon

the extent of my love for this guy... it sometimes baffles me too.
i think only one person truly gets it...

(band)

 

one of the things, amongst others (VERY few others), that sells the marriage idea. the promise, the bond...the band. and that inscription is just, perfect.

 

[let's ignore the fact that this is not a complete band - my neurons are jumping left to right right now!]

*sigh*

like...im feeling like i need to be dating right now :(

*sigh*

like...im feeling like i need to be dating right now :(

Femi Kuti- Live at the Africa Shrine(Fela Death)

LOVE

Beng Beng Beng - Femi Kuti

twerkin'gridin'errthang!

Lianne La Havas - Lost And Found (live for 6 Music at the Southbank Centre)

i love her i love her i love her

Lianne La Havas - Lost And Found (live for 6 Music at the Southbank Centre)

i love her i love her i love her

Fela in performance (1971)

FELA . U BE THIEF

Letting go...

 

Letting go...

 

Quite a concept. Not easy to grasp. how does it actually happen? how does it come about? is it an overnight thing? dating has lost its whole essence, which to me screams last call! it could be my persistent paranoia of course. there's nothing more simple than love, and getting together. by simple i mean natural. nowadays, staying in that state of admiration is tougher than earning 32 point credits for economics! our religion has become, the holy trinity. or as kanye would say, hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed. laugh, live, love!

 

or is it a gradual thing? they say time heals everything,  but it's been a while and i'm still here. we can't leave it all to time in that case. so, what happens? do we hope and pray, and pray some more? until one day, you wake up from the dream. and barely remember it, the dream. how i wish it were that simple. actually, that it were simpler. that, you could just wake up the next day and it was all over. every memory gone.

The Real Chris Brown

mmm, aint this some shit...

mmm...aint

Lee's Man Cave

World order...

 

 

 

Very necessary. Along with Californication, Weeds, Skin and a bunch more

 

 

 

WHAAAAT!

 

 

 

Declaring myself as an SMEG groupie. You seen their products?!

World class meals will be prepared on them 6 plate gas cookers. And everything else will stay in this lovely box...

 

 

 

...things like this...

 

 

 

...and some of this.

And Merlot of course. Definitely.

 

 

 

ALWAYS!

 

 

 

 

Sanity.

 

 

 

I often wonder...

I'm very, unconventional. When it comes to, human nature, behaviour and such. I believe that a person defines their own right and wrong. (As much as it's mostly influenced by parents). So, this means that, through that you define and develop your own set of morals. As the individual you are, you know. [The amazing thing about my theory is that, the foundation for your definitions can be dependent or independent of other parties, it all depends on you and how you want to live your life. Because at the end of the day, the life you live belongs to you.]

Sooooo... What i now wonder and am somewhat conflicted with is this:

Leesa having her own right and wrong, does it mean i am judging you for not seeing my point of view?

Let's think of the defition of judgment...'
judge (v): to form a judgement or opinion of; decide upon critically

Because what i'm getting to here is this: personally, i see an issue with sleeping with 10 differ guys in 9 differ weeks. It's what i call whorism.
BUT...these are now MY rights and wrongs, MY morals. Not the next person's (who probably believes the number of partners should be 10x2, in 9 weeks).

Am i being a judgemental piece of shit for calling it whorism?

Inspired by Thought Catalogue: Things I no longer need to know

(The first point might be identical…)

 

I no longer need to know how to get to your house. And thak god because it was in the middle of nowhere and i'd always get lost. I spent a year of my life with you in what felt like Siberia. I learned the layout of the home, had my favourite room (yours) and relaxed on your patio couches. Now it all means nothing, now it’s just a spec on a deserted landscape. Next exit, please.

 

I no longer need to know math. I always knew I would never need to know it but I was forced to in high school. The teachers were liars. They said that we would always need to know about isosceles triangles and Pi, but we didn’t. never once have I been like, “Thank god iknow about Pi! Its going to get me out of this pickle im currently in.!” no. screw Pi. Screw useless information.


i no longer need to dress up when i go out, because that's not me. my style is casual and laid back - if you feel i'm too casual for you, kindly exit my life.


it's not much, but it's a start...

Daddy...

No words or scales could try to explain or measure my love for my Father. He is my king, my prince, my first and true love. My eternal. Happy birthday Dad. We love you.

Juicy J - Bands A Make Her Dance (Official Video)

din din din

Curtis Mayfield - The Makings of You - live

Amy Winehouse - to Know him is to Love him / special edition

! ! ! !

Ray Charles - Song For You (1994)

Lovely!

Amy Winehouse - A Song For You - 2011

I've never heard this version before... Hmm.

Donny Hathaway - A Song For You

I adore this song...

Noelle

I feel like I’m not worthy right now to be addressing You.

I would say it’s funny how I always only come to You when I’m in trouble, or I don’t know what to do anymore. But it’s not funny.

All you wanted was for me to read your book (The Holy Bible), talk to you (pray), sing to you (praise), and listen to your stories (worship).

Lord I’ve failed in doing such simple things. I read novels all year; in total their pages exceed the ones in the Bible. I complain that the words are too small, the stories are too long, the names are too complicated to pronounce. “I’ll take my Bible with to church” I should feel better right? It’s sitting in my handbag all service, so “I’ll just follow the scripture projected on the board” or “I don’t even know where Chronicles is in the Book…

I don’t know where Chronicles is in the Book. Yet I want the same promise that was made to David to be made unto me.

I’ve been waiting for You to say, “I’m done with you” but you never have. I’ve messed up so badly, so quickly, so bitterly, and so carelessly. I swear my soul is being slit by Rage, it’s choking, blood and fumes in the hands of the enemy.

All I ask is what David asked for: to “fall into the hands of the Lord, for His mercy is very great; instead of falling into the hands of men.”

I tap out,

 

-Noelle

 

 

(She spread my braid as a sheet and read between all the lines.)

Prozac Nation

 

"Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about ‘If you loved me you would."  

-Elizabeth Wurtzel

Stephen Marley - The Traffic Jam ft. Damian Marley

This song will always remind me of my ex-housemate and brother Hlengani. 80 Bowen Avenue

Stephen Marley feat. Melanie Fiona - No Cigarette Smoke [In My Room] 2010