Dear future husband
Please get enough experience with your nieces, nephews or friends kids. This cannot be happening when it comes to ours!
Yes, I have a sense of humor and would love you to have one too!
From your future wife
When they say that the best things in life are free… “They”weren’t lying.
Saturday I spent the afternoon with my dearest sister friend, her super adorable and entertaining kids and my beautiful nieces.
These kids always know how to turn any dull day into a well entertained day. They evoke sincere smiles, heart melts , hilarious laughter with the darndest things they say and do.
Meet the crew:
Lamia and I are friends for probably just over 4 years. We met through my ex husband , she’s actually his cousin. Let’s just say that she is loyalty personified. She is one of my very few friends and always “keeps it real” with me and encourages me towards right.
From left to right: Khaleel, Naeela and Afrah.
These are the keepers of my ❤️. No time spent with them is ever regretted. Whilst they can often be loud and can sometimes work on a person’s last nerve, they have helped see me through some of THE most darkest seasons of my life.
Naeela: my first niece, the love I have for this child is more than the love for writing itself. I’ve watched her grow from the baby in the family to such an intelligent, humble, responsible 8year old. The kindness she possess is one of such a high magnitude. If measured, the amount she would have in her baby finger… Some people don’t possess in their life time.
Afrah: our little G girl. From the moment she was born, she let us know that she has arrived. Her spunkified charisma is larger than life itself. At just 4 years old she can be a fiesty one knowing exactly what she likes and dislikes. Even though life has thrown these sisters curve balls at such young ages, they have managed to overcome them and inspire me whenever I get caught up.
Khaleel: the most passive one of the lot but has his own unique character. Typical boy with his love for cars: our human car. He too often says the darndest things that leaves us all in awe. The progress that you make daily makes me such a proud aunt!
Then you get:
From left to right: Yara, Laila, Mohammed Yaseen.
I met these kids some time back and boy oh boy are they so unique but so fulfilling.
Yara: Just 7 years Old but full of life itself, I call her the mother hen and hospitality is her forte’.
Laila: The most timid, well- respected 14 year old I know. If ever you invision “delicate” it best describes her. Like a flower in spring, she is blossoming into a beautiful young lady.
Mohammed Yaseen: Out soldier, you are the man of the house and you know it, with that beautiful smile and mischievous demeanor, you will NeVER have a dull moment.
These kids made my day on Saturday by just being themselves. I hope that they grow up knowing that just being themselves is enough and that like me, there are people that accept and love them like they deserve too.
The little gestures, watching them play and hearing them laugh and giggle was enough. Sitting in my friends company and talking about life and self- reflection and how to better ones self was just so refreshing. Saturday served as our “pit stop” in this never ending race called life.
Thank you all for the amazing day! Love you all ❤️
Today’s post was meant to be about ” Kendrick Lamar” and then about “Does true love really exist?” Until….
I Got news that a very good friend of my baby brothers got stabbed today at an event held annually, called “Durban day”….
talks happen and the reason came up as “gang related ”
GANG RELATED??? Like where did all of this begin? How did once-innocent kids grow up to be such monsters. No matter what…nobody has the right to take life. GANG RELATED…I’m still stuck on that page…and at 19? 20? Lol something is seriously going wrong!
Im sitting here and for some reason this is affecting me more than I actually expected. My heart bleeds… For that mother who has to receive the news that her son’s gone. That this morning when she said goodbye…it was her last goodbye .
My hearts bleeds for that brother. Who now doesn’t have anybody to aspire to…who doesn’t have his “big bro” around anymore who now , at his tender age of 15 has to be strong and suck it up and deal coz his the only “man” at home.
My heart bleeds for the person that stabbed this boy…if only they were wise enough to know ” you reap what u sew”. My heart bleeds for our community. Our Coloured communities… where all hope and dreams are being stripped away by silly gang violence. Drugs and alcohol.
I yearn to just put it right. To physically do something so no other life has to go out this way…sad part is…it isn’t something that can be fixed overnight….
There’s so many questions I have and I can’t seem to find the answers but what I did figure is that It’s time we start seriously praying and taking action.
the power lies within each of us. The change starts with each of us…I guess. To learn to practice tolerance. To learn to curb our anger. To learn to pray and trust in God . To learn our religions so in turn we learn our morals. Values. Ettiquite and moral obligations. It’s time we teach our selves how to love our neighbours!
Its Time we become better role models to our kids. Men…stick around and be there and guide and protect your family! Women, gain ur respect back and act in dignified manners…and stop this eish of home breaking …but start supporting and loving ur man, encourage and motivate him.. take back your title of being the “head of your home”…For a child that grows up into a family of love and structure…wouldn’t take to killing people to Be accepted. Wanted and needed and we don’t have to be qualified to understand this.
…life’s clearly not only about “turning up”
If we begin with our selves. Our kids will learn from our actions. And their kids from them and so on and so on and no matter how much our culture gets westernised. . . This manner and character traits will remain deeply embedded within.
Our communities will be stronger and will unite at once and boys losing their lives will be about one of the least things we’d need to worry about. Is this an utopian idea? I can’t help but see the sense …it about time we assume accountability.
May God be the strength to all of those affected and accept Montis soul as one of his.
And to my brother … I’m so proud of you! For not taking up that life. At 19…you still a child at heart and may it remain like that always.
Not a good way to start the week ahead 😦 but this is what it is
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