EY YO 2016 MY NIGGA IS THAT YOU?

Happy new year ladies and gentleman and everyone in between. I decided to abandon this blog last year because I was diagnosed with OCD and depression but I am finally on treatment and attending psychology sessions.i am struggling with a writers blog if anyone knows of remedies please kindly share and help a sister in need.

A LETTER TO MY LATE SISTER MPULE LYDIA PHALA

It feels like it was just yesterday when you woke me up, decorated my face with every little utensil that was in your make-up kit. It was my first day of school! To this day i am not sure i know why you decided to dress me in that tradition dress mom made me when every other kid wore their uniform. Mom and Dad will openly agree to this, you brought me up and i am not in any way directing resent towards them(just stating facts) you where there throughout my teenage tantrums, u were the first to notice i had my first period (and mom only found out a year later) and you are the only elder at home who has really spanked me (and i fought back).

2007 came rather premature and it feels like i hadn't known you very well. I was sent to boarding school in your absence and i had to cut my very long hair because i had no one to maintain its neatness and growth. life in boarding school was both sour and sweet i made friends and enemies and i had my first kiss (in a school cupboard). Among a lot of things i cannot do to this days is cook pap or anything for that matter not even oatmeal and i know had you been here i would be a master chef like sesi Maureen turned out, i have however learned to do my laundry and iron it and i still cannot maintain my hair (because you left too soon i hadn't mastered the art). 

Im writing this letter on a windy Thursday 2nd September in my dark dorm room at Turf campus. I know it is only 4days before your birthday and you would be turning 31 (you always reminded me you were 10years older).That lawyer you always thought id make is still prevalent in me, i am still rebellious,feisty,loud,dark(and ugly) and i am still the brat. For my  21st birthday i decided i will come to the cemetery and celebrate it with you (because lets face it had it not been of your guidance i wouldn't have made it to University having grown in our hood). In each dream i have of u, u remain cheeky and loving i hope in our next meeting you wouldn't have grown grey hair yet . Happy birthday in advance sesi Mpule. Love Lizelle ps i cry eachtime i think of you...xoxo becca

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND!

So i have through days of introspection come to make peace with the fact that i do not want no husband ever. u probably think this contradicts my heading but it actually doesn't. Meagan Trainor's song titled dear future husband which happens to be my ringtone has helped me to this realisation. Theres a line in the song where she says ' i never leaned how to cook and i will always sleep on the left side of the bed'.

i personally cannot cook literally anything. just yesterday i was unable to oat meal _cwazy ek weet_ so let me try and give you guys my reasons of being so anti- companionship. I am very selfish there are days where i just want to be all by myself and i swear with husby around imma feel invaded elke dag, secondly i do not want to share my bed and i want to sleep on a single bed till my 6year old niece gets her degree.

I also do not want to change my surname because oh well Becca just goes well with Phala (duh) so i have a hella lot of reasons but my last reason is that because i was born left handed and thanks to my grade r teacher today i am slightly right handed and my left hand is useless so i can only manage to do things for myself ONLY those including my laundry, noodles meal and my single bed. you probably think i have issues but i swear am just unique and i have eight thumbs and two fingers so hey don't u dare try to judge people with disabilities. till volgende tyd xoxo Becca

RAISING THE I AM TOO UNIQUE CARD!

 

i have decided the first  thing i would write about on my blog is a topic very close to my heart VIRGINITY. You see My cousin who happens to be two years younger than me thinks she is mature than i am because she became sexually active before i did. This has disturbed me since 2013 and gave me flash backs dating back to my highschool afternoon sepedi lessons.

I had a teacher like no one Mam Makwela, that women 's energy was something out of this world. On this other day she decided to give us a lesson o take out of highschool with. Think of it like this: each and every human being's dream is to have a car of their own someday but in order to attain such desire one has to go get a drivers license. 

What pretty much goes down at this driving schools is that people are taught how to drive and quite frankly like we would do back in Grade R during early days the leaner would eat the pencil instead of writing with it and erase a mistake using saliva as opposed to actual eraser (what can be termed rubber in our remote rural slang). Mrs Makwela highlighted that boys at school are like that leaner driver learning how to drive during early days chances are something might go wrong and BOOM a girl falls pregnant. Once the learner driver has perfected driving skills they will step into Car dealers and BUY A BRAND NEW CAR (c wt i did thr?). 

sisters should avoid dangers of being used as that old truck leaner drivers used before they go buy their brand new cars. Virginity aint no lack of opportunity but one' pride. xoxo