Break away

Where does a blogger with writers block go when that writers block has taken over their life for over a year?

Firstly, may I preceded by saying,I’m cannot speak for all creative souls, we all see things in different ways, and draw our inspiration from many, varied sources.

That said, I feel I must explain my own recent absence from the blogosphere.

I often draw inspiration from intense emotion. Extreme happiness, or excitement work fine for me, but sadness works the best of all emotions. In the past year or so, I have allowed myself to slip into a place (at least emotionally), of complete and utter complacency. Uninspired to go either way, or truly invest myself in anything, or (even more sad) anyone. You know how Nicki Minaj says,”to live doesn’t mean you’re alive”?, well that was me. Living, but not alive.

I needed a break. A moment away from all the worries in my plate, away from friends, family. Away from worrying that I didn’t have time to get away, away from EVERYTHING.

This past weekend, I finally got my break, and I feel that excitement I used to wake up with returning, and with it, a stirring within me to write!

Retired Prostitutes Open College of Sex to Teach Tricks of the Trade

Originally posted on Lifestyle Tabloids:

Ever wondered what happens to sex workers when they grow old and it is time to retire?

According to myzimbabwe.co.zw, retired sex workers in Zimbabwe are now training the new crop in matters of reproductive health and engaging in safe sex.

Lima Mankarankara, 66, said she and her peers have a “consultancy service” for younger sex workers in the area, to stay relevant in the industry.

“We teach them how to handle clients well and the proper use of condoms,” she said.

“Men take advantage of girls, so this is a way of making sure the girls stay safe and avoid unwanted babies while getting a little something for ourselves,” Mankarankara added.

She said the girls show appreciation for the lessons through money or food for the consultancy provided. “Some of the girls are underage and cannot access condoms, so we give them the condoms because as much as we…

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Forgetting to forget

I have yet to forget how your skin feels against my hand,

Or how your chest heaves when you pant with excitement.

 

I am yet to forget

how your wavy hair turns up around the edges

when it goes unkept for too long.

 

I am yet to forget because, I have never forgotten.

 

I have never forgotten how to love you

Nor have I forgotten

how our bodies fit perfectly into each other

The way you heart raced when our hands locked.

 

I have never forgotten to miss you

How your laugh sent my heart racing,

Or that smile you have when I think you’re sleeping,

but you know I’m watching you

 

I’ve never forgotten the confidence of your voice,

How estranged you are to doubt.

I miss that silly smile that you bargain with,

Such mischief!

 

I’ve never forgotten your touch,

Light

fingers dancing on my skin.

Exhilarating,

electrifying shivers dance down my spine.

 

I have not forgotten the rasp of your hair against my hand.

“Gosh, you’re hairy!” I’d say, “So are you” you’d reply,

We break out in laughter,

and I see that precious gap between your teeth.

 

I have not forgotten,

and every day away from you,

I don’t forget loving you.

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Pelonomi Venson-Moitoi : a Pioneer of the Gender Agenda

Recently, I was listening to Minister of Education & Skills Development, Pelonomi Venson-Moitoi’s interview on Yarona FM’s morning talk show. Mma Moitoi mentioned her intentions to develop a BDP that is more accessible to youth through social media and other youth-friendly platforms. She also made clear her stand that time has come for a capable woman to hold key leadership positions within the BDP. For those of you who don’t know, Mma Moitoi is running for BDP Chairperson this weekend in Maun, and I wish her the very best of luck.

 

I feel Mma Moitoi has faced the brunt of Batswana in her capacity as minister for one of the most troubled ministries in our country. From constant frustrations and anger of parents, teachers and students for many, various reasons, Mma Moitoi has taken it all in her stride, and made a better ministry of MoESD than when she took the reigns. It is also my opinion that she has done in the last 3 or 4 years, what many before her failed to do in their time with the ministry. For the first time in a very long time, our nation builders – teachers – are happy with their working conditions, there is progression in the workplace and say what you will, but the quality of educationin our public schools is improving. With the recent inception of the National Internship Program, MoESD has led the way by offering actual work placements for its interns, from teaching posts to public relations officers, you name it.

 

Mma Moitoi has been instrumental in expanding the tertiary education sector, encouraging private institutions to offer creditable courses to deserving Batswana. She has also (through partnerships with other ministries) encouraged the growth and acknowledgement of vocational training in Botswana. Vocational training institutes and trainers must all now answer to an authority that ensures they are qualified enough to deliver services. This has ensured that we (as a nation) stop looking down on our brothers and sisters in vocational trade. There are now systems in place to ensure that you now know and trust when you call on a plumber or an electrician that s/he knows exactly what they are doing.

 

As a young man working for the empowerment of women and the championing of the Gender Agenda, I stand behind Mma Moitoi 100%.

 

I not only feel it is high-time women in Botswana had a great say in politics and the running of this country, but also that Mma Moitoi is the right woman to further this goal. She has proven herself a worthy candidate, her work speaks for itself.

 

I do not support Mma Moitoi simply because I am a “feminist” or a “gender bigot”, but because I honestly believe she is the change that the BDP needs.

 

We have already entrusted women with key positions throughout the country, from Attorney General to Central Bank Governor, not to mention a growing number of CEO positions in influential private-sector companies across the board. This is definitely a step in the right direction, but still not enough, progress must still be made.

 

This March, Botswana hosted SADC’s Gender Protocol Summit under the theme “2015, Yes we Must!” against the backdrop of our mediocre performance on the SADC Gender Protocol Barometer of 2012 (we ranked sixth out of 15 SADC member states). In the same month, we joined the world in commemorating International Women’s Day under the theme, “The Gender Agenda: Gaining Momentum”, but what have we done as a nation to encourage gaining of momentum on the gender agenda?

 

Botswana Democratic Party already has a very large following in the country, and I believe if they carried forward the baton for gender mainstreaming, and the empowerment of women, the nation would follow. I am not rallying for the ascension of deadwood women simply for being women, I am advocating for recognition of women who have earned their stripes and proven to be worthy of the cake.

 

I would vote for Pelonomi Venson-Moitoi, and so should you.

 

Recently, I was listening to Minister of Education & Skills Development, Pelonomi Venson-Moitoi’s interview on Yarona FM’s morning talk show. Mma Moitoi mentioned her intentions to develop a BDP that is more accessible to youth through social media and other youth-friendly platforms. She also made clear her stand that time has come for a capable woman to hold key leadership positions within the BDP. For those of you who don’t know, Mma Moitoi is running for BDP Chairperson this weekend in Maun, and I wish her the very best of luck.

 

I feel Mma Moitoi has faced the brunt of Batswana in her capacity as minister for one of the most troubled ministries in our country. From constant frustrations and anger of parents, teachers and students for many, various reasons, Mma Moitoi has taken it all in her stride, and made a better ministry of MoESD than when she took the reigns. It is also my opinion that she has done in the last 3 or 4 years, what many before her failed to do in their time with the ministry. For the first time in a very long time, our nation builders – teachers – are happy with their working conditions, there is progression in the workplace and say what you will, but the quality of educationin our public schools is improving. With the recent inception of the National Internship Program, MoESD has led the way by offering actual work placements for its interns, from teaching posts to public relations officers, you name it.

 

Mma Moitoi has been instrumental in expanding the tertiary education sector, encouraging private institutions to offer creditable courses to deserving Batswana. She has also (through partnerships with other ministries) encouraged the growth and acknowledgement of vocational training in Botswana. Vocational training institutes and trainers must all now answer to an authority that ensures they are qualified enough to deliver services. This has ensured that we (as a nation) stop looking down on our brothers and sisters in vocational trade. There are now systems in place to ensure that you now know and trust when you call on a plumber or an electrician that s/he knows exactly what they are doing.

 

As a young man working for the empowerment of women and the championing of the Gender Agenda, I stand behind Mma Moitoi 100%.

 

I not only feel it is high-time women in Botswana had a great say in politics and the running of this country, but also that Mma Moitoi is the right woman to further this goal. She has proven herself a worthy candidate, her work speaks for itself.

 

I do not support Mma Moitoi simply because I am a “feminist” or a “gender bigot”, but because I honestly believe she is the change that the BDP needs.

 

We have already entrusted women with key positions throughout the country, from Attorney General to Central Bank Governor, not to mention a growing number of CEO positions in influential private-sector companies across the board. This is definitely a step in the right direction, but still not enough, progress must still be made.

 

This March, Botswana hosted SADC’s Gender Protocol Summit under the theme “2015, Yes we Must!” against the backdrop of our mediocre performance on the SADC Gender Protocol Barometer of 2012 (we ranked sixth out of 15 SADC member states). In the same month, we joined the world in commemorating International Women’s Day under the theme, “The Gender Agenda: Gaining Momentum”, but what have we done as a nation to encourage gaining of momentum on the gender agenda?

 

Botswana Democratic Party already has a very large following in the country, and I believe if they carried forward the baton for gender mainstreaming, and the empowerment of women, the nation would follow. I am not rallying for the ascension of deadwood women simply for being women, I am advocating for recognition of women who have earned their stripes and proven to be worthy of the cake.

 

I would vote for Pelonomi Venson-Moitoi, and so should you.

 

A Crush

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Having a crush on someone is actually a vicious, mean lil cycle. All you do is think bout them, then you call, have long conversations about nothing particularly productive, then as soon as that’s done, y’all hang up and you’re right back to thinkin bout em. You find another excuse to call and there, right back to Square 1.

Aside

I had a sit-down with the truth today. It was not pretty, or warm, nor did it come to me with open arms and cup of honeyed tea in one hand.

It stung. It was cold and it was mean.

but i am glad we had that sit-down this afternoon. I let my heart bleed out on the nice floor and my cheeks run with the rivers of my eyes.

and afterwards, i carried the truth into my heart and walked away. it was heavy and i still limp from that weight, but it felt good to finally know that truth.

Maun – a good time was had

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most people don’t know, and the few that do often find this ridiculous, but one of my greatest fears is old age. I really hate the thought of growing into a convalescent, unable to go to the loo unsupervised, and absolutely reliant on people around me for even the most trivial of things. it is because of this fear that i often don’t celebrate my birthday. i mean, fine i’ll have me something on the menu i don’t usually order, and what not, but all day, all i’ll be thinking is, “oh my goodness, i’m one day closer to wearing nappies!”. I also cannot remember ever having a birthday party, except maybe once when i was eight, and about nine years later when i lived with my uncle, a fervent believer in birthday cakes, when him and his family bought a chocolate cake for my birthday. we had a small celebration at home after dinner but all the while, i was petrified.

On the other hand, i am always fascinated by people who love birthday celebrations, and I’ll just as quickly jump onto any bandwagon to plan a birthday party! ironic, i know.

anyway, this year i dared myself to celebrate. after all, this has been a good year for me, and i have much to celebrate. it has not been easy though and if someone had told me last year, where my life would be this time of the year, THIS year, i would’ve thought it a cruel joke. guess we all know what they say though, “If u wanna make God laugh, tell him your plans” LOL.

but I was about to turn 24 for crying out not 75! so i decided to take time off my job (which i could not even imagine landing this time last year!), and i decided to allow myself a YOLO moment. i took a week away from work and went around visiting with close friends, having a good time. I had an awesome time. unfortunately though, i only got a camera on the day before the second leg of my visit, so all most of the pics i have are of my trip to Maun, in the Northwest part of Botswana.

Maun Rocks

a few of the great nights we had in Maun

I have a truckload of pics from all the afternoons we spent sinking into pool chairs, sipping on cocktails watching as the sun set lazily over the Thamalakane River. There are not enough words to describe my annoyance at some random girl who kept chatting us up one night at Gaborone Sun by the pool, or the hilarious conversation we had about underwear as we fought off the obese mosquitoes of Maun at The Old Bridge Backpackers.

But i had me a great time, and i hate to admit, i can barely wait to see what i’ll get up to next year.

what a writer must decide

I read on my Twitter timeline a few days ago that, writers can change sex, religion, sexuality, race depending on how vulnerable they want to be.

Writers can write outside their ethnicity or sex depending how open and vulnerable they wish to be. ~ Jim Harrison

It got me thinking about a short story that I have been working on for a few months now, without any true progress. Honestly, until about two weeks ago I had forgotten almost entirely about the story. In any case, when I saw that tweet, it suddenly reminded me WHY I started writing that story, and more importantly HOW to write it.

I have since decided that I’ll write the story, but now I guess I have to decide just how open and vulnerable I am willing to be.

 

Be

For now, this one is called “Be”, it really is more of a work in progress..

 

I often wish I could remember

the exact moment

when  I fell in love with poetry.

I also sometimes wish I could remember

The exact moment

I came into being

But I cant.

All I know

Is that one day the Creator said

“be”

And there was

He said “be”

And there was light

He said, “be”

And there was darkness

With just a word

He commanded day from night

With only words

He set sea from sand

I know he said, “be”

And my mother’s womb

In the soft obedience of love,

Started to twist and turn

Carve and mould

Furiously, yet ever so lovingly

That while I waited for the world

I listened intently to the noises of the world.

Lulled to sleep

By the drum of a heart beat that waits

Anxiously,

Patiently

For nine months.

All I know is One day

He said, “be”

And it was.

Right then,

Genes quickly gathered together

A forum

Decisions had to be made.

Skin colour,

Height and my poor eyesight,

And there amongst them

Weaving away busily,

was the gene that wove poetry into my being

the unbelieving heart

this one is called “to the unbelieving heart”, which is sort of a ‘letter’…but then again, these things should  be able to sort of speak for themselves, so i’ll jus stop blabbering and get to it.

To the Unbelieving Heart  

You ignite in me,

a warm fuzzy feeling

that reminds me of days long gone.

A mushy,

Absolute,

Resolute…

Completeness.

Spirited.

That’s how you make me feel.

Like the world would cave in if I left,

Like the starts themselves would align,

If only I asked them to.

You are to this soul,

Like chili-bean soup on a cold night.

Welcome,

Soothing,

Warming.

Healing.

There is a song of agile composition that rings through these very limbs

At the sight of you.

The grace of your walk,

Your ridiculous height,

That intense frown when you’re concentrating,

Did you know, your lips part just a lil when you’re asleep?

There is a burning,

A restless fire that consumes this heart,

at the thought of you.

Some say it could be love

Some say it must be love

I say, and I mean this earnestly,

From the deepest crevice of a heart that has loved you,

Purposefully,

Relentlessly,

Restlessly,

Ambitiously,

Courageously.

Completely.

This is from a heart that said, “I love you”

To your heart, the one that doesn’t believe.

Fuck you.