Words of Encouragement. . .

Coming together is the beginning

Life can be interesting at times, painful too, well, it depends on your frame of reference on how you live your life, but to me life is a mystery I unfold every step I take. In life we meet people from different corners, we develop relationships either with our parents, siblings, friends etc. but nothing beats meeting a very interesting person whom you think might make a positive impact on your life. I met a couple, very interesting indeed. When one gets to meet new characters it’s always interesting and you'd not want to loose contact with that particular person.

But,

Staying together is a progress. . .

You will agree with me when I say it takes gumption to make any kind of relationship work. Think back at the days when you were a teenager. Do you strongly believe if your parents or siblings were mere friends you meet on the streets would have given a time of the day to tolerate your fluctuating hormones? Now that’s progress coupled with love and understanding that your parents or siblings showed you. Understanding is one strong constituent of keeping any kind of a relationship together. It's hard though, but if one is determined then all will be well. I am no expert when it comes to making a relationship work, actually I suck. Anyway, progress entails trials, tribulations and trust. As soon as trust is gone everything is lost . . . but while trust is there. . .

Working together upshot success. . .

And, when you read a job spec they would talk about team work. Working in a team or together always speeds up the achievement of the results, why is that? Well, the job gets to be shared accordingly to each team member based on each one's ability or expertise. That is work relationship, but how does working together work in a personal level relationship? Well, sharing responsibility, being equal, honesty, and understanding (here it is again), and most importantly sacrificing. But then again, what the bleep do I know?

Whom to trust now-a-days?

Coming form work this afternoon, I switched on my TV and I changed channels as usual 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. 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 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 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.

The whereabouts of Irvin Montshiwa

I have neglected this site of social network for far too long. Recently I have been experience some sort of transformation. What the hell, I have been experience this awesome kind of transformation and it forced me to neglect my blog. I feel it is time I get back to sharing my thoughts and life. Highlights of what has been happening in my life: 1. I left Cape town and moved to the City of Gold, Johannesburg. It has been over a year now and at first I hated the city with all my might. Slowly but surely getting used to it now. 2. I found someone whom I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with up until I find out the poor person is a natural liar who will do anything to keep making people sanity is in control. 3. I joined the power house of innovation, Google. Loving my job to bits. 4. All in a nutshell this led to me no longer dwelling on the heartbreak I experience along the way. 5. I am a happy lad, looking forward to a brighter future. Let the ball roll, as well as the good times. So, from now on, look forward to my blog updates.

Walked off with all of my STUFF!

Somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff and didn’t care enough to send a note home saying, I was late for my solo conversation or two sizes too small for my own tacky skirts.

What can anybody do with something of no value on a open market? Did you get a dime for my things? Hey man...
Where are you going with all my stuff? This is a woman’s trip and I need my stuff to oooh and ahhhh about. Honest to God, somebody almost run off with all of my stuff.

And I didn’t bring anything but the kick and sway of it. The perfect ass for my man and none of it is theirs. This is mine. Juanita’s own things. That’s my name. Now give me my stuff I see ya hiding’ my laugh. And how I sit with my legs open sometimes to give my crotch some sunlight. This is some delicate leg and whimsical kiss I got to have to give to my choice. No you can’t have me unless, I give me away.

And I was doin’ all that, till ya run off on a good thing.
And who is this you left me with? Some simple bitch with a bad attitude. I want my things. I want my arm with the hot iron scar and my leg with the flea bite. I want my calloused feet and quick language back in my mouth. I want my own things. How I loved them.

Somebody almost run off with all of my stuff. And I was standing there, looking at myself, the whole time. It wasn't a spirit that ran off with all my stuff. It was a man whose ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow. It was a man faster than my innocence.

It was a lover; I made too much room for. Almost run off with all my stuff. And the one running with it. Don’t know he got it. I’m shouting this is mine.

And he doesn’t know he got it. My stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure of the year. Did you know somebody almost got away with me... me in a plastic bag under their arm? Me...

This piece was taken from the movie For Coloured Girls by Tyler Perry

Play Me - A must watch

The clock says it is 11h10pm and I just got home.

I went to the Market Theatre to watch a show called Play Me. The show is written by Monde Mayephu, and directed Mpho Molepo.

Play Me is a story of what can go wrong in a relationship if the cracks are left to exist without repair. The cracks open wider and, like an open wound, begin to fester and – ultimately – rot.

This story of power and love explores those seven deadly sins through the life of an unstable couple who invite “strangers’ into their lives to level the playground. This metaphor is beautifully captured on stage by four well-seasoned actors: Fana Mokoena as Joe, Sello Sebotsane as Jack, Zandile Msutwana as Pretty, and Lerato Mvelase as Julia.

The show's performance time is Tuesday – Saturday 20h15; Sunday 15h15. The last show is on Sunday the 1st of May.

Go see it. You wont regret it.