Polish your Life

Sophocles one said that if you marry a good woman you become happy, and if marry a bad one then you become a philosopher.

I think that is true on my case but I don’t have any desire to marry a woman (Well sometimes I do consider the possibility, but as much as I respect peoples life choices, I prefer guys).

Men, what can I really say about them, they can send our lives into something resembling bipolar mood disorder. One minute you floating in the clouds and the next you wanting to dig your own grave, of course after you have already dug his. I mean who wants to go down alone, the bastards deserve to suffer? Ok ok, that is not the mature approach that you will reach the next morning when the effects of large quantities of chocolate has worn off (and all soggy tissues have been discarded) and you can see the world clearly again. The adult emerges and suddenly being the strong intelligent women that you are, you tell yourself this amazing and very true motto.

Ladies look into the mirror and repeat after me: “Just because he loved me, doesn’t mean that there is not someone else out there that can love me better”. Because that is the ultimate truth. We so often fall into this cycle of chasing a dead relationship because we are afraid that we may not be able to find that kind of love again. This is a bigger lie than the lip syncing saga’s of the early 90’s involving a certain white guy…..

The real truth is that the next time you can make it better. Remember your first car, the one that you scratched and bumped and had flat tyres with? I know that none of it was your fault and neither is the fact that the stupid idiot you dated couldn’t see what was right in front of him. My point is that you damaged your car A LOT, but did you ever scratch that spot again, HELL NO. In fact I always park too far from my left side because I damaged that side plenty. You are more cautious and careful now because you are aware of the consequences of certain mishaps.

So is life, we get scratched and bumped and stuff, but even a complete write off can be rebuilt. I had three different shades of paint on my car at one point due to an accident with a black car, a mysterious orange paint smudge on my door that appeared while my car was parked and paint from a green pillar I hit. I was in tears because my once beautiful silver car was now a circus freak! This is when I discovered car polish. Four hours later, there was not a spec of paint on my car. The lesson, nothing in life cannot be fixed. All you have to do is some manual labor sometimes. Effort pays off.

You too can fix your life because ultimately you are in control of how you perceive a situation.

Remember you may be governed by destiny but you choose the manner and roads that you travel to get there. If you choose to sing all the way and car dance, then enjoy it. If you choose to hitchhike, make sure you don’t get kidnapped by a psycho, if you fly there, remember the view from the clouds. Whatever you do enjoy the experience, because when you get to the end it is only the memories and lessons that count, not the tears.


I am Stardust
That is all
I am one with something greater
I want to evolve further but you keep me here

Stardust is eternal
So why am I here?
This experience hurts
They don’t know what they are, so they keep me here out of fear

We are all the same thing
Nothing better, Nothing worse
Our worlds only exist in our heads
So why am I alone

A lonely spec of stardust that has evolved
I should have run away when I had the chance
To a place filled with other specs of stardust
But they have my love, and binds me to them

Maybe my pain is worth it
If I can make them see they are stardust too

A Road Trip to Remember

I decided to make my first drive  to the Drakensberg Mountains, without any male company, and was accompanied by a female friend. We had booked this holiday a month in advance, and we were pretty excited about it since neither of us have been to the Drakensberg before. So we packed up our stuff in my car began our road trip. I know that people often say “Never have expectations because things never work out the way you imagined” and this rang true in the course of the day. The trip from JHB to the drakies should have only taken us a whole 3-4 hours. But it turns out that was not to be.

You see we decided to trust technology, and this was a bad bad idea. Our Garmin listed the names of all the hotels in the area and we saw what we assumed was our hotel since it does not have a very common name. So we calmly follow the directions of the British sounding voice that guided us to what one can only define as a Dorpie. We reached our so called hotel only to be faced with the image of a crumbling building that looks like the kinda of establishment R50 hookers bring their clientele to. We both burst into laughter because clearly this was not the 4 star hotel that we saw on the internet. We then consulted the good old map that we had with us and tried to navigate our way to the “real hotel”. We were pretty calm at this point and the panic only set in when we realized that we were surrounded by Free State number plates and promptly realized that we were in Qwa-Qwa. My co pilot had not known there was even a place called Qwa-Qwa. In this rural area, our Garmin went all spastic and kept repeating recalculating. This made even more nervous than I already was.

The trip was about to get better, we were then pulled over by the metro police of Qwa-Qwa. I couldn’t believe that I found a roadblock like the horrid ones on Sandton Drive in this place. After our delightful encounter with the police, we went up a mountain, down a mountain, saw some cows, went up a mountain and then low and behold! The road ends and we end up on a paved road leading to unknown realms. We promptly made a U –turn.

SO! We down a mountain, saw some cows, went up a mountain, went down a mountain and got stopped in the same roadblock. Yes, its true. A new cop came up to me, and I started to get all defensive since I had just been pulled over. He looked at me like I was strange and said, “I greeted you and you didn’t greet back, I like your car”. I realized that Qwa-Qwa cops were friendly chaps. We told him we were lost and he proceeded to tell us that we were suppose to carry on the paved road to the unknown and we would find our hotel there. I smoked a cigarette.

We went up a mountain, down a mountain, took pictures of our friends the cows, went up a mountain, drove on the paved road and reached what looked like a gateway to a mountain covered in mist. We decided to check with the security guy before driving on and he proceeded to tell us that we were far from where we were suppose to be. But luck was on our side and we were rescued by four 4 x 4’ s ( who said all good things come in three) filled with guys and one aunty in a scarf and the customary Tupperware of sandwiches. They offered to lead the way to rest and a bathroom. Just so you know, the need to pee was great.

We thought the worse was over when we eventually found the main road; we let our rescuers speed off since we were unable to keep up with their need for speed. By the way, they were sweet enough to wait for us at the turn we were supposed to take for like an hour. My friend didn’t get their numbers, that’s what happens when you don’t do things yourself!! The simple turn that was suppose to take us to the hotel was infested with potholes and when we eventually dodged more cows and kids trying to sell us handmade wares, we arrived at our destination.

The holiday turned out to be pretty great after that, with the exception of a crying German baby that kept us up all night, a blonde type that Hitler would be proud of. It was the perfect Arian child and could torment you too (We requested a new room).

A holiday to remember, the highlights were meditating on a mountain, and using every single tile we had in a game of Scrabble…. This could be why we were mistaken for English Teachers. The Department of education dinner was being held at the hotel and lets just say the Geek in me arose. I scared kids. They thought I was going to give them homework.

But as we know it is the adventure that makes the journey worth while