"Some books leave us free and some books make us free" Ralph Waldo Emerson

My Libraria

Reading is one of my favourite pass times, i have read lots of good books and bad ones. I enjoyed comics as a kid ( Archie was my favorite) , then i moved to romantic novels as a teenager ( at 23 i would think that i am not a teenager ) I read Danielle Steele and i used to have a little Mills and Boon collection . I would occasionally read a thriller or an Autobiography.

That was until i was introduced to "serious" books. My first serious book was "who moved my cheese" and it introduced me to meaningfully readings that has shaped my views and aided my decision making.

Some of the books that have kept me company are :
1. Who moved my cheese , Spencer Johnson
2. Long walk to freedom , Nelson Mandela
3. The firm by John Grisham
4. The Strange highway - Dean Koonz
5. The potato Factory , Bryce Courtenay
6. I write what i like , Steve Biko
7. Rich Dad poor DAD , Robert Kiosaki
8. Dating Game , by Danielle Steel
9. The Gift, by Danielle Steel
10.Remembrance , by Danielle Steel
11 The wedding, by Danielle Steele
12. Lady Boss , Jackie Collins
14. The Capitalist Nigga , Chika Onyeani
13 Changes, by Danielle Steel
14 A time to kill , John Grisham (put on hold)
15. Jessica , Bryce Courtenay


to be continued........

"A name is a label for a human, thing, place, product and even an idea or concept, normally used to distinguish one from another"

My Many Names...


A name is an important part of one's life, it is part of your identity , you'll tell a stranger your name before you tell them anything else about yourself.

The trick is.... I have 7 names , yep i do....

There is long story behind my "many" names.

My parents call me Julliet ( my mom gave me this name at birth - maybe something to do with Shakespear's ROMEO and JULLIET :) Hmmm...

what are you gonna do about it..

In the past few days a lot of things happened to me and around me, that left me searching for answers , that I sadly have not found.



I have been really worried at the thought of my helplessness, because sometimes it is really hard to just accept.

We always think that things will always remain the same, that we will always be as comfortable as we are now.

I always thought that I was flexible that I was not resistant to change. I have realised that the opposite is true when it comes to issues that are close to my heart.

So I adopted a simple motto that goes - Accept the things you can't change or change the things you can't accept.....

History

I was a history student at high school, I read about all the great world wars and great leaders.
At that time my dream was to become the first woman president is South Africa, not that I undermined the then leadership, but because I wanted history to remember me. The dream to become a president has since died, but my passion to make history has not.

Speaking of History.....I have learned a lot about the South African history in the month of June, by coincidence though. I visited 3 of the most popular museums in South Africa recently.

I always thought that a museum was just a display of old "things", I was in for a big eye-opener and as I discovered that I was wrong.

When I visited the Hector Peterson Museum and the Nelson Mandela Museum I found the experience very emotional and humbling. I realised how blessed I am to live in democratic country. I learned the true value of my freedom.

A Week later I visited the Apartheid museum, south of Johannesburg, it was on youth day, the 16th of June. Like the other trip it was unplanned. The experience was even more intense.

I looked at the pictures and watched the movies and only then....I started to understand the pain that Apartheid caused for my people.

I am glad that I speak of Apartheid as history and my hope is for it to stay that way, and I hope that it not just on our calendars but also in hearts that Apartheid seize to exist

Away

out of sight

far away......

but, away is not too far………

Our hearts will touch
And pulse

To the rhythm of our love......... still...

This piece was inspired by a friend of mine..who had a hard time dealing with her feelings..for a "stranger" she met on a chat room.

Strange-er


Have you ever had a strange feeling
for a stranger?
A feeling that compels you ……….
To do strange things

Have you ever felt close……
To someone you hardly knew?
Wondering......
if it will be strange
if you met

Have you ever been in a strange situation?
Like, you call someone………
and you freeze
when the say “hello”
You want to connect…..
get close…touch
But you can’t?

Have you ……..?I have………

And I have been thinking of strange ways ..
to avoid this feeling….

To free myself from this feeling
Strange enough………

I am failing

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Do you think we can ever be a rainbow nation? I do...... but we must ALL be willing to be color blind....

One color rainbow

I knew a rainbow to be beautiful
Lots of colors bright in the sky
Celebrating the rain that just passed
Colors... united..., for one purpose

I knew a rainbow to have lots of colors
All bound, together as one
Celebrating their diversity

Colors ...united.. For one course

I knew South Africa to be a rainbow
A multi -colored nation
A united people
Embracing each others differences

I knew a rainbow would arrive after the rain
Hinting a bright day to come
I waited outside....waiting…. for the rainbow
And none was insight

It looked like... the storm was still coming
It seemed... I had to wait a few more hours
A few more years............
To see all the colors together

A multi colored nation

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