Lookin' up

So, I promised to write but I never did. Hey, I'm here now, writing. This is a short one. 2016 has been shit from the first week until around my birth month. Business is tough. Starting a new business, is even tougher. Asshole clients do not pay in time. Dick warts dissappear and never pay at all.

Long story short, we're still at it  after 3 years of blood, sweat and tears. TG is still up and running. Money trickles in. But we've had to make tough decisions to keep the money taps open. Nope, am not selling my ass out in these streets. But my daughter will have everything she needs from now on. And she's the reason I left the corporate world with all its shit. I wanted and still want a life I only tasted as an adult. Having a child has taught me that my life is no longer about me and my ego - but about my daughter. Humbling.

Anyway, I had a really long day. 6 meetings. Aced all of them. I'm back mothafuckaz!

Oh, Trump is the new president of the United Snakes of Amerikkka. Shite.

I still see her in my dreams

Well, it's been a few years since I last uploaded anything on this here blog. I stopped blogging for reasons I cannot go into at this point. Anyhoo, I'mma try to write again - as I now have more time to write.
2015 has been one of THE most challenging years ever. In fact, it will go down as the most emotionally draining year ever! I lost my dad. I hope he rests in peace. His sickness changed me a lot as I realised the bullshit that we hold on to instead of enjoying life as it is. I lost my family and the woman I love. Again, a lot of childish things and bullshit.

The weirdest thing about this though is that a few months ago, she wrote me a letter tryna make up and fix things. But I suppose she just wanted to justify her decision to move on to the next guy. If I'd said yes, we'd be together. But 'coz I ignored her due to my dad's shituation, she was like 'yaaaaaay, now no one can blame me for fucking with new dude'. Anyway, I still love her with all her shit. And she's got plenty. I've got my fair share that she puts up with, as well. So, it's a case of two halves for real.
Well, she looks happyish with new fella. I hope she's not bullshitting herself. I've dated a few people during the breakup, but none come close to what we'd built with my ex. Sex is one thing, building a future is another.
I just hate that thanks to our arrogance, our daughters will grow up the same way we did.

I promised to wait, so we can fix. But I know it's impossible to wait forever.

Hey who knows, maybe one day I'll write about a good ending to this story. For now, it's shit. With lots of moving parts in it.

2016 is going to be an interesting year.

Peace, peace.

Free?

So, I left my job ages ago - with the sole intention of ummm... not working. I have NEVER worked so hard in my life! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! And I get paid less than half my salary, by people who feel the need to negotiate me down. Was going to use the other expression, but it's racist.

Yup, this unemployment biznis is not working for me. Yes, a pun. Piss off! Anyway, I'll win the lottery next week and be a fucking gazillionaire. So, there. I have a plan and I stick to it.

Fuck 9-5!

Fuck this, I want my 9-5 back!

Jizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas take the wheel! I'm so tired, my goodness!From late-night meetings to trips to the North West to working with fucking juniors, to mine-dust in my ass crack! I'm so drained! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

My God!

All I want is to win the Lotto and chill the fuck out. Is that too much?

Me, being me, I took a brief for two jobs this morning. Deadline: "First thing tomorrow morning". Why? That's 'coz I work for assholes. That, and the fact that I'm straight up and down like 6 o' clock stupid. Call me dunceman.

London bridge is falling down...

It's not. I couldn't think of anything witty to say.

All is well with the world. For now. Wawa made it through his first day at Grade 1 yesterday. Who he be? My nephew, you fool. I've been telling you about Wawa and Jub Jub for how long now? And you come here and ask me who he is... (yes, I can read your mind before you even ask the question...). Anyway, he's now a big boy. Big bro is now at Grade 5. Am seeing them at the end of this month. Arcade games and ice-cream for supper...Good times!

I need to find a new job. A job. Since I'm not really employed and all. I want to move from a 3-day work week to 1 day a week. Methinks it's possible. By the by, I'm blogging when I should be writing copy for Hazel. Note to Hazel: I'm lazy, girl. I hope you understand. Y'see when I'm blogging, I just write whatever comes to mind. No filter. No grammar issues to worry about. No deadlines. I don't even do the spelcheque!

Anyway, where was I? Oh, job. I have two prospects. One in the North West and another in the Northern Cape. Both mean relocating for a while. And NO COPYWRITING! Soon, I'll be asked to choose. Wow, the options are just amazing, aren't they? But if the money is good, I'll do like Michael and beat it.

let's see...what else is happening in my life... Oh, the ex-gf? Or the ex-wife? I now have an ex-wife, BTW. As of last week or is it two weeks now... I'm officially single. Marital Status: S.
Yup, it's done. I could call my ex-wife a whore, but I won't. I'm too much of a gentleman for that... Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Pity how much I lost, thanks to my marital status.

What else? I'm listening to Kahil El'Zabar's Ritual Trio. The track is called: For The Love Of My Father. Interesting, since I never got to know what that is. My daddy was a rolling stone! Nope, he's not dead. Just dead to me.

Moving on swiftly...
That's it. I still love R. Kelly's new album. And hate comedians who aren't funny. Loyiso Gola, anyone?

R. Kelly? Really? R. Kelly?

So, can't believe I'm actually going to admit this in a public forum. I'm enjoying paedophile R. Kelly's new album. There. I said it. It had to be said. Remember when the whole world was screaming PEEING ON YOUNG GIRLS? PAEDOPHILE! And he came back with that Step In The Name Of Love jawn and we all forgot that there was video evidence of how freaky the man can be?

Golden Showers. Now on SALE!

Remember how BEAT A GIRL 'TIL SHE PASSES OUT Chris Brown was the most hated man in the world, then he came back with that I Can Transform Ya joint? Now, BOBBY BROWN HAS KILLED WHITNEY HOUSTON! I can't wait for him to release a tune that'll set the dance floor on fire and the world forgets the hatred. Michael Jackson FIDDLED WITH BOYS and we forgot about it. I don't know if it's the hypocrisy of the world, the media, the fans with selective memory or if the music is just that good.

Anyway, where was I? Ah, #R.Kelly, the pied piper... the man who taught us the 12 steps to making love. Yup, that dude.

I'm now on track 5, Lost In Your Love. If I can get to track 5 without drinking paraffin, I'm good. Well, done Kels. My friend M'Jay aka Redman will be happy with you. I mean he stuck with you when you were belting out shite gospel-influenced tracks. 

Track 6 - Just Can't Get Enough. Good tune. Mellow beat. Maybe it's the Tokara talking. This tune makes me wanna grab somebody, spin her around and do the step.  In the name of love, of course!

Track 12 - Just Like That. Makes me think of a perfect Michael Jackson album. Sorta like Remember The Time meets Liberian Girl meets Usher's There Goes My Baby. I've just played it three times.

Music Must Be A Lady. Ok, here he's biting Marvin Gaye's Just To Keep You Satisfied. Google that shit and you'll know what I'm on about. Ok, I know you're ready to barf right now. I stop.

Happy birthday Judith and Trudy Mofutsanyana. I love you with all my heart. You make sense. I thank the good Lord for bringing you to my life. I miss Mafenki too.

Peace, peace.
S.

ps: Debbie, how horny are you? Haai man! The MAM? The MAM? He can't be the MAN.

RIP Whitney H.

Today was Whitney Houston's funeral. A sad day for most of us, her fans. A whole lot of people came to bid her farewell. The ceremony was live on #CNN. @CNN never does anything live unless it translates to that paper. This just goes to show how big Whitney was to the world. She was live on other channels too - #BBC, #SKYnews and even our own little #e-News.

It was sad that Bobby didn't have a place to sit at his ex-wife's funeral ceremony. The Houston family claims to be Christian and loving, yet they treat a grieving man like shit. #BobbyBrown may be a bad boy, but he is Bobby Christina's dad for crying out loud. Ja, neh, the things we do!
Nah, I don't care if you/they think BB introduced WH to drugs or not. You just don't do a man like that.

Speaking of funerals... Arsenal lost again. 4-0 a few days ago, clearly wasn't enough. I miss Henri. Oh, Chiefs won. 3-0 against Swallows. There were no fans in the stands. That's how much we stink these days. I hope they fire Bobby soon. No, it's not Bobby Brown! It's Bobby Motaung
Got to hang out with my boys Kwe and Barneysto, choppin' it up about everything under the sun. Good 6 hours. Now I sleep.

Peace, peace #WhitneyHouston forever.