Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Impressed.

This is a different take in my life.

I have always and strived for things to take a better route.

And, I am currently happy with the way my career life is taking off and I thank God to finally showing me the light. I am going to keep the same momentum to ensure I attain what I dreamed of years ago.

Sunday, 18 July 2010

The day after. . .

The funeral went extremely well. But one thing for sure, my home place is flipping cold.

There are a couple of highlights but nothing beats me bonding with my half brother. He is a replica of the handsome me, but not when it come to personality.

Now, it is time to head back down to Cape Town and get my life on the road.

The thought of loosing someone close to you is daunting but reality wise one has to face the music and deal with the loss the best way one can. Really Tuelo Lucas Montshiwa's soul will rest in peace. He lived as a Hero and died as a nonpareil.

Also, there is nothing that can be compared to a supportive family. The Montshiwa family is the best family. I love them all.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

May his Soul rest in Peace

Sometimes it is a blessing to welcome a new wonderful life on this earth. We rejoice and we have a million dollar smiles on our faces, the euphoric feeling is priceless.

We make plans for the little one, uncles and aunts contemplate how they are going to spoil the new born baby while the parents are most grateful and looking forward with the hope that the child get raised accordingly and with strong principles that they get to be proud of their little bundle of joy.

In ones life cycle there is what we call the period when ones heart stop beating. We postpone this day every minute of everyday. And, we reckon and hoping that we don't get to experience such an awful time.

Death is inevitable, one way or the other we are all going to die someday. It is just a matter of when and how.

I am preparing to go back home because last week I received dreadful news that the most inspirational person in my life passed on to the other side. By Saturday I will be burying Lucas Tuelo Montshiwa.

It is times like this when one looks back and recall the moments you once shared with the one who passed on or those whom you missed.

Tuelo has been an inspiration and there were times when I wanted to be like him. Level headed and family orientated, and there were times when he was all up in my face making sure that I push myself. And when he did not like what you did he would tell you. He was the kind of a person who did not buy face.

May his soul rest in peace and I hope he will finally rest in his last place of rest on this planet.

Monday, 14 June 2010

Whom to trust now-a-days?

Coming form work this afternoon, as usual, I switched on my TV and I changed channels. I wanted to see the last part of Oprah. I was shocked after I realized what she was discussing.

The show was about this middle aged dude who used to be molested by his mother from his early teen years. Now, that got me sick from the stomach.

I am still asking myself a question, " If a mother can do that to a child, what does that leave a child's principle, love and trust?".

In South Africa we hear every day how men molest little girls and boys, how women get raped, killed and mutilated. But, it is seldom you get to hear a story of a mother having done such malefic things to her kid(s).

A mother is regarded as a pillar of strength, the root that grows deep, deep down. But, what does one do if you are face with such an evil mother?

I mean, if those people you are close to and they are close to you do those things to you, how the hell are you going to love and trust anyone in the future?

I am not excusing what men do to hurt kids, but we know men are pigs, well most of them. There are still good men out there.

The guy was twelve when his mother started using him for sex. WTF?

I wish there could be a law that deals with these monsters harshly. Since they violate others human rights, then obviously they don't deserve to be tolerated.

I am still shocked, and pissed.