Am I not my hair?

India Arie sang it, she is not her hair (and she mentioned all other things too).
I remember while growing up, me mother did all these crazy stunts(hairstyles) on my hair, and I used to hate erry one of them.
Getting older, my hair started being an intergral part of my identity.
See I was a tomboy, so you can imagine the mess in my head.
That was until I decided to abandon all chemicals and be 'natural'.

Started my dreads, my parents hated it.
I stood my ground, tho I knew it was hurting them.
After all, this was about me, not them.
My identity, not theirs.
Yes they layed the foundation, but they could not stop me from being my own person.

So, as they feared, my hair did become controversial.
I smoke weed, every stranger believes.
I say stuff that steriotype.
Yes my hair is part of my definition, but No, it does not create who I am.

I will shave it off, one day.
Then, I wonder to myself, will my definition have an error?

Mothering is timeless...

My dog Smokey gave birth to a litter of puppies before I came home.

When I heard the news, I was over the moon!
See, my dog is very special.
They did something to her because my Dad ddnt want here to have puppies.
Guess how many times she's given birth after that....
Well....err I have lost count.

Meet Dimples, he cannot see yet. That's how young they are.
I am not sure if hes a he or if shes a she.
Heck, they all look the same for a change!
Smokey seems to have stuck to one boyfriend (I'm proud of you Smokes!).

This brought about to me the concept that 'mothering is timeless'.
I watch her almost everday, feeding, taking care of her babies...
and I think to myself, why is it so hard for some humans to do the
same thing?
I mean, Smokey is a dog, yet she has excelled in the job 'mothering'.
Most of her past puppies have died, been taken away, some dissapeared with thieves in the night!
But my dog never fails to mother her puppies, its like she Lives on. On the the next litter...

Meet Smokey and her babies!
p.s: She chose to use the 'ubuhlanti (krall)' as her den. Dogs!

So...

So I woke up this morning, looked out the window and was greeted by a different view, from what I am used to.
Quiet!
You would swear the town is asleep.
I then remembered my thoughts on blogging, and I suddenly felt the urge to answer them all.
Yes I want to keep a blog.
Yes I will maintain it without getting bored.
I want to keep a blog, because, well....I CAN!

This song was on my mind, as I awoke: India Arie - I know G_d is real.

Late awakening...

So, I got me thinking....

What is a blog, why do people blog, why would I like to keep one, can I maintain it without getting bored? Shooo, all sortsa questions are rapping up and down in my mind (I can almost hear my Journalism lecturer asking me the same questions, which I did not have answers for at that time, blame it on ignorance).

So, when I do think of answers to this one, I will gladly tell you. Today, about two years later, I am still ignorant to blogging. Taking time out to think, it might help a little, considering that theres no time to think with all this 'touch me on my studio', 'tjatjarag', julius malema, AWB and all the other nonsense happening and buzzing in peoples lips.

Now....let me go back to thinking!