Day 2: Gratitude 1. Instinct and Intuition: A good example is how I was walking to work- dejected and uninspired- in 2003 and swiftly made a U-turn in front of the office building and just carried on walking. Not knowing where to but feeling highly dissatisfied with the daily tedium of a job that is not aligned with my passions; I kept walking until I accidentally stumbled across an Arts college. Upon enquiry I found they offered a Performing Arts course; met and auditioned with the Head Of Department and walked out delirious with happiness on account of my aacceptance. Needless to say, the experiences that followed were highly gratifying and pivotal to my becoming! 2. Family: When the proverbial shit hits the fan, these are the people who help one clean up ones mess...even when one IS the mess in question! 3. The sneaky suspicion I have had since very early childhood that I was different. The struggles I had with this fact, at times contorting myself to fit into boxes that were far too constricting to encumber all of me. Sticking out like a sore thumb even when trying to blend in was hilarious. The realisation that its okay...sweet epiphany! 4. Simamnkele Khazimla Ngemntu: the first born son who made a mother out of a horrified 19 year old girl 12 years ago. The catalyst to my enlightenment. A lone star that insisted on shining in the face of dark times. I thank him for being! 4. Haile Imani Jama Ngemntu: the insistently ancient ( not-so) little king who announced at age 3 that he is ...Here to heal people... I cannot begin to emphasise the weight of this statement! My sense of pride dances closely to hat of feeling overwhelmed by the duty of raising such a wisened soul. His gentle nature and sense of divinity have added much to my own. Hang on, whos meant to be teaching who, though? 5. Tasiyana Kali Anneka Ngemntu, my zestful; fierce 8 year old daughter: This one carries the fiery tongues of both her grandmothers and is the quintissential warrior princess! At age 5, you could already tell that she would eagerly take on whomever/ whatever dared to challenge her. Instead of worrying about what predatory forced might chance upon her in future( as parents of girl children are often given to such fears); I worry that her head-strong nature often means she readily welcomes( if not indeed thrives on) things that challenge her position. Reports of little boys beaten up in the play ground are met with a sigh; a reprimand and a secret victory dance by this mother! 6. Yombela Zanokhanyo Ngemntu: this that was old at birth. Somehow, even strangers have been known to instinctively call him Tamkhulu upon crossing his energy path. Jovial in spirit; highly sensitive and posessed of a very dignified demeanour, this son keeps all in stitches with his thoughtful deductions; economy with words( Once told my brother- his uncle- to consider moving his bed to the toilet since he visits so frequently!) and intense sense of stature. Its amazing just catching glimpses of his duality: one moment a five year old boy the next, king of the castle! 6. Busani Yobukhosi Ngemntu: Weve been smiling since she arrived:) Coy and lady-like in her mannerisms, this is the darling of the clan. Her love for fashion and astute sence of what works and what doesnt...a mothers dream! In her I have a side-kick who showers me with 24/7 compliments and will readily rebuke anyone who steps ourt of line where concerns her mother, whom she insists is wonderful! Hello! Wirds like I love being your daughter; You always make me smile and I wanna grow up and be clever and beautiful just like my mommy mean there is never a shortage of pheromones in my institution. Random hugs and kisses during the day answered by ...Because youre my mother and I love you...more than I couldve asked for...ever! This is the same one who- at 2- once read my palm: grabbed both my hands touched them aand squealed in exclamation while starring at them announcing Wow! So much! What a lot!...a year later, this prophecy is still whispering its fulfillment...children know! 7. The love that these little teacchers were born from. Everything that has been learnt of the transient nature of the journey. I am all the better for having met you. We live. We learn. We grow. We know. Beauty is not a timid thing, it too can be vile. Love is not a linear course. It changes form as we grow. 8. The woman that I am becoming...how she craddles me when I feel slightly battered and ushers me to the next epoch. 9. The people that I share my gifts with. They who take the time to read. They who leave their homes and pay money to listen. Those that give by taking what I offer. Nothing honours my spirit more. Enkosini. 10. Did I just make myself cry writing this? Okay! Im grateful for that too! For what good are ones own words if they cannot move oneself primarily? Hah!
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 07:21:16 +0000
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