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The list below is so I can be understood better by kith and kin :-) The colour is Red The kiss is French The music is Jazz The chocolate is Swiss The day is cool and cloudy, no rain The night sky is starry The wine is red The movie is full of drama, laced with comedy The fiction author is witty The auto/biographer is evidently genuine/ honest, no corny lines The jewellery is gold The hug is ‘full’, warm and tight The belief is in an omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, omnificent God The ice cream is chocolate The coffee is dark and strong The handshake is firm The smile is wide The dress is of a sunny colour, figure hugging The hair is short and natural The friend is open and honest The personal income is six figured The shoes are judged by ‘comfortability’ before anything else The work-out involves swimming The nails are short and clean The best household appliance ever invented is a washing machine The sport is tennis The beer is Guiness The suitor is t

So, I made 28 on Saturday 3rd September 2011, (that's almost a whole two weeks ago!)... and I have so far learnt some lessons which I am happy to share here; A woman's facial skin will not always be smooth and supple...there is a reason for all the money that the cosmetic industry worldwide is making. Zits and all other such blemishes will appear on thine formerly smooth skin as you approach 30 for all manner of hormonal reasons...:-( 'A minute on the lips, forever on the hips' or around your midriff or your formerly toned arms, now turned 'flags'...Food must be eaten with extreme care as you turn the 3-O corner because food is not your friend anymore, woman! Rock music, Barbeque Lounge and Worship Harvest Church praise team is not deafeningly loud, your ear drums are just beginning to get worn out and thus more sensitive :-) 'One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.' This is true as you begin to think of things like wedding guest lists and

A LETTER TO MY TWO YEAR OLD September 2, 2011 at 9:12 am by Pumla Nabachwa Every year, during the week of my children’s birthdays, i shall write them a letter and keep them in separate boxes and present them with these boxes the day they graduate. (& graduate they will) Today, I write a 2nd letter to my first born son…..now Trey Gateja……My pride…….My joy! My sunshine, It’s been 730 days & we’re both still alive………let alone sane. I’m not sure how I haven’t strangled you to death yet or left you out at night hoping that a hawk will grab you & take you far away from me. I’m quite perplexed that am not in a mental hospital, let alone 6 feet under. The doctors promised me that the pain stops immediately after the baby is delivered but nooooooooo…….we’re here today & I’m still pulling my hair out. Somebody once said; “it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby”…… that somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, ‘normal’ is his