Hello from a stranger. As you know, received a wonderful gift of goodies from Dove a while back to try out their new Dove Lotions. Right off the bat – I love. Winter skin is not anyone’s friend and getting a little help to keep it healthy and happy is always a pleasure. I tried out the Dove indulgent nourishment body lotion with Shea butter for about a month – a little longer than planned – and I am so glad I did. What it feels like? Like a second comforting skin. In winter I would usually use a thick body butter to lather and protect my skin so I was a little sceptical at how smooth and soft the cream is. Surprisingly it does just as good a job if not better than thick butters I’m used to. It absorbs very quickly and lathers really smoothly on skin without the icky feel. The true test is how long it lasts for such a smooth and fast absorption. Dove body lotion is amazing at that all day moisture without having to touch up any areas during the day. Even using it at night was a pleasure because the scent is not heavy and I didn’t feel oily and sticky in bed. Thanks Dove, you have a fan! A
I have this group of awesome people I call friends. We get together every so often for beautiful random nights, mainly for what we call Games Night. (Usually only play 30 Seconds)
Last week, we changed it up and followed random to Cyrildene for Korean BBQ and Karaoke.
This may have been the most random most awesome most hilarious most soul filling night this year.
We went to a Korean BBQ called Gangnam (no jokes) on Derrick ave in Little China run by the most wonderful woman. The food was amazing.
The idea behind Korean BBQ is to order cuts of meat from the menu that you cook yourself at he table accompanied by Korean style condiments and veggies and more. My tummy met God.
The night proceeded down the road to a weird building that is home to an amazing Karaoke centre. I have no words for how random this night was.
We screeched to Whitney, Celine, Alicia and more in sound proof private room with drinks and selection of fruit. (Random)
Thank you to my Games Night gang; a week later I’m still chuckling.
You know how it is this time of year. Specifically in Joburg. It’s colder. The air is drier and our, or should I say my, skin starts to need much more love
Every year, without fail, I promise to drink more water, never forget my sun block and love my skin even more because it will not just stay wonderful just because i wish it so. What’s the phrase? “You will never be as young or as old as right now”
Sometimes the search for winter skin loving products is fun. Sometimes not. And most times I just wish one product could be perfect all year round.
In Summer, I tried out Dove’s Deep Core Complex lotion and loved how easy it was absorbed into my skin and I didn’t feel icky and gross during the day. My skin could breathe and I didn’t feel the need to powder myself all over to keep it aired and not feeling sweaty
Recently, the lovely people at Dove sent me a hamper of Dove goodies including the Dove DeepCare Complex body lotion (for dry skin) yo try out.
Of the two they sent, I’m so excited to try out the one with Shea Butter. Everyone knows my obsession with vanilla, cocoa butter and shea butter. They have this warm friendly love filled scent about them. Can’t go wrong.
Usually I would go straight to the body butter tubs because I imagine they have a thicker consistency that protects one from the harshness of dry and cold weather, so I’m looking forward to putting the Dove lotion through its paces.
Check back in a few days for my yay or nay.
So far. I love the smell. Soft and warm.
A few months ago I went on a little holiday in Magaliesberg. It was a weekend break in December. It was gorgeous. Until I had to see him, again. The man who had felt entitled to my body all those years ago. I tweeted my shock and horror and pain from the feeling of my heart and guts being ripped out of my being. A while later I was contacted by Cosmopolitan SA and asked if I would be willing to share the story. I hesitated for a while and finally chose to do it. Continue to break the culture of silence. So I told the story. In neat words. 950 of them. You can read the story in the May issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. It was a painful and cathartic experience to share, and I hope it touches someone and gives them strength. I am healing. And finding my voice.
A few days ago, I took my nephew to the park down the road from our house. He’s at a beautiful age where everything is still new and interesting. He makes me so happy and helps me remember that there is magic in almost everything. Sometimes I forget the simple pleasures in life. I hope to always hold on to my imagination and hope and belief in magic. In any case, still on a bit of a blog hiatus. Lets connect soon again.
I am really such a head in the clouds, dream chasing kind of person. I throw caution to the wind and I dive into happy-making moments all because my heart shouts louder than my head. I’ve learnt this about myself in moments of retrospect; I then proceed to fail at trying to change myself to be a head person and less of a heart person, now I’ve just accepted that this is who I am.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, because I took a leap of faith; against my so-called better judgement and I entered that travel job competition through My Destination. (Blogged about it here). And this story is about the 24 hours of my impulsive fun loving dream chasing happy making peeks of me. (Long, please read the whole thing)
So on Saturday, I woke up energised by the dream to travel, gripped by the possible regret of not trying, by any means necessary, to make my dream to happen. I enlisted the help of my friend to be camera woman with my little camera phone and I quickly scripted a possible shot list of the things I would do to make an original and unique and personal video of the city I live in. The creation of a 3 minute video being one of the entry mechanics to the competition.
We started out with a drive to Braamfontein, with on camera pieces of what my video entry would be about – the focus of my love of Joburg would be centered around open air and /or rooftop entertainment. The first being neighbourhoods market; armed with a quick drink, some air kisses with beautiful Jozi people and a few links to camera about the venue, we got what we needed. It was loud. I must say, didn’t really know what I was doing, but we forged on. Just a quick one – I’m deadly scared of being on camera and I’m a nervous wreck when it comes to any kind of public speaking.
The next stop was the rooftop hangout on Juta street, The Beach. I mean, how much cooler could inland Joburg be? Real beach sand and vibes on a rooftop in the middle of the city, far from the ocean, but you can stick your feet in the sand, overlook the bustling streets below and a peek over at the ever beautiful Nelson Mandela bridge. We didn’t stay too long because we had convinced the people at the door that we had to get in without paying the R150 entrance fee since we were not on the guest list – life or death situation, we told them.
We then did a short on camera link about Nelson Mandela bridge, and as part of my own bucket list tick; walked across the bridge! Always wanted to do that. It’s fun, and it was awesome to see the parked trains under the bridge up close and not whizzing past as I usually see them.
The plan was then to drive to Rosebank, take the Gautrain (you know, show how people get around in our snazzy new development and the only underground train travel in S.A.) from there to Park Station, walk to Bree taxi rank and take a minibus taxi (you know, show how most residents get around) back to Rosebank. But that plan was thwarted because we were running out of time to get to the climax of the video, which was my biggest bucketlist to do item ever…
Ended up in Soweto a little late and had to turn back to the North and plan on doing the last part of the video on Sunday morning.
Now, I’m going to take you along on a trip of what happened the rest of Saturday even though it’s not part of the video entry. But it was unplanned fun- all part of my impulsiveness and love of random excursions.
Thami decided we needed a good night out and we convinced our DJ friend Akio to let us be his wing-women on his gigs for the night. What a fantastic decision that was. We drove to his house, parked my car and proclaimed it was a no driving but lots of drinking night for us. Jumped into Akio’s car and for the first time heard the itinerary. I remember thinking I would need lots of energy drinks for this one.
First stop – back to Soweto, at Chaf Pozi for a Miller event where Reason, Khuli Chana, Dimplez and Akio were performing. Great music and great fun. Thami took to the dancefloor like the lover of shaking it she is, I chilled and people watched and had random conversation, like I do. Some drinks were had and lots of laughs shared. Some of our friends arrived and the circle was made bigger.
The next stop was Joburg CBD again, at the Lister Medical Building close to Carlton Centre for a Sky Room Live event. This happens on the 19th floor and the rooftop of the building, where artists perform with the gorgeous backdrop of Jozi city in lights (breathtaking views) and the performances are broadcast live on television and online! Brilliant concept. I loved the party, loved the views, loved the music – Reason was performing again and he did a completely different set to the one at Chaf Jozi and he was joined again by his DJ Akio (Reason even did a shout out to Akio’s parents who were streaming the show live from Tennessee and had never seen/ heard Akio perform before), the trio was completed by Reason’s performance and album Producer, the beat maker 37mph. Incredible set.
We made our way off the rooftop, continued the closing shenanigans and proceeded to the next stop.
OST in Newtown. The dodgy spot that is sometimes indoor venue to some of the coolest outdoor / street party concerts (think Bilal concert). Anyway, I love and hate OST and that night it was a stop over that provided awesome entertainment.
Final stop was Kitcheners. It’s a firm favourite party spot for me, and doesn’t need much explaining. Unfortunately Saturday’s party was a weird music and crowd experience, but I didn’t hate it. We ate and drank and bid our goodbyes to the night at about 4am (maybe it was 5am).
As mentioned, none of the after-dark missions were part of the film making that Saturday was meant to be about but am so glad my liker of things self was not silenced.
The sunrise came with a blue skied nippy morning and I woke my camera-woman, Thami, up for the final moment required for my competition entry – something I had never done before and had to have to make my video of my Joburg spectacular!
On fours of sleep, at 10am on Sunday morning, I bungee jumped off the Orlando Towers in Soweto. It was the most exhilarating and most frightening thing I’ve ever done. Life flashed before my eyes as I removed myself off the the rope bridge between the top of the two Towers and fell towards the earth. I was a little bird who believed she could fly. I screamed. I panicked. I thought I would die. My mind and body were boggled by this weightlessness. I released all fear. I thanked God for every blessing that had ever come my way. I felt more alive than ever in those incredible few seconds
What made it even more amazing was that it worked out well as part of my birthday gift to myself which was on Tuesday.
Thami captured the jump, the screams, and the craziness and the tears at the end and my video footage was complete.
Then came the hard part; trying to edit the damn thing. Me and my determination forgot about the fact that I had never edited a video before, didn’t even know what program to use, how to even put everything in sequence. Technology even tried to get in my way with my Android phone and Apple laptop acting like they were enemies. I managed to download the footage, select what I liked and panicked again at the fact that editing was so foreign to me – but I watched a few online tutorials, fumbled about and somehow created a 3 minute story of why I loved Joburg (on a budget nogal)
Here’s the link to my first ever YouTube post and one of the entry mechanics to the greatest job on earth (to travel the world for 6 months, across 6 continents, reporting experiences via blogs and vlogs and ticking off all the things I’ve ever wanted to do through The Biggest Baddest Bucketlist competition)
What do you think?
Wish me luck!
I haven’t done one of these in a while. Which means I broke a promise. And that makes me feel awful.
So, here my list of things I am grateful for this week.
- On Tuesday I got home so exhausted from work and before I could complain or get my body rested on the couch, my nephew laughed and ran to me as I walked through the door. The world melted away just from the happiness in his face and that high pitched laughed of his. God he makes so happy
- I learnt something new at work about how digital creative production works. and I’m hooked. But there is so much jargon! Next week I’ll ask more questions and take in as much a my brain can take
- My short hair now saves me 10 minutes in the morning. Heaven knows that extra ten minutes of snoozing in bed is well appreciated
- I had a pretty dream about my mom. I can’t remember exactly what happened, I remember waking up feeling less anxious than usual
- A work presentation went really well. A goosebump inducing idea will come to life.
Til next week 🙂
After 2 years and a few months of trying the hair thing, I let go. I released and chose to cull my coils.
The last time I had shaved my head was in October of 2010 having moved back to Joburg from Cape Town ( a second time) and at the time I was visiting Nigeria, taking a break from Joburg job hunting. I remember walking through the salon, passed throngs of women getting their hurr did and up to the second floor to the barber. I turned a few heads upon my entrance into a room full of men. Found a chair and a nice man approached me, looked at me in the mirror and jokingly said I may be in the wrong place. I asked him to shave my head and he smiled and said “you must be South African. Confident women you are”
The shaving, at least proclaiming to myself that it would be the last time was my silent prayer that I would get the job at the company I work for now. I got the job on my return to S.A. and I kept my promise. My hair grew very slowly. And without my mother I truly and honestly had no idea what on earth I was doing with my crowning glory every time I walked into a hair salon.
I went through phases of dying it fiery red, the thin braids, twists, box braids, even box braids with bangs. When I got bored or stumped I’d get some fabric and wrap my head. This head wrap / turban phase lasted a while as it became a gorgeous way to liven any outfit. More on that in the next post.
Three weeks ago, at about midnight I stared into the mirror in my bedroom and asked God to guide me through my troubles. And something said cut my hair. I ignored the whisper and went to bed. When I woke and went about my routine of getting ready for work I was combing my fro and stopped. I knew the affair was over and it was time to let it go.
I got a pair of scissors, chopped off chunks and once it was short enough I got through the rest with clippers. It took an hour or so. I got into the shower and felt heaven as the water hit my naked scalp.
I feel amazing. And surprisingly I can still wrap my head with 4m of fabric.
The thing about a bald head is that there is no hiding. There is no adornment to work with. There are no hairstyles to compliment your mood or outfit. Nothing. Just bare honest me. It’s scary once you know the deliciousness of change of hair and looking different every so often. I love the bald head for now and am going to enjoy it for a few months until I decide what is next.