REFLECTIONS by BiliMaffy

Love is a predominant theme,in poetry,drama,soapies,movies,novels and the list goes on.I have often wondered aboutt he effect of this magical,misconstrued and sometimes controversial word.Yes,'controversial' because in some people's dictionary it may intereprete something else.What somebody calls love might mean absolute stupidity in another's book of translation.We genrally hear of phrases like"Love is kind,love is gentle,love is giving,love does not judge nor condemn...."At the same times,"love hurts"..now how about that???But thank heavens that love cannot be quantified or measured in yards.It can be measured in principles however.You can ask someone"how much do you love me"???Andthe reply could sound something like"enough to die for you" or "enough to tell you the truth".But the love for or of what is what the question should really be.The love of money.The love of life.The love for wealth.The love for fame.The love

If I had to consider what am feeling right now at this very moment,I should be alying with my back either on the couch or bed.But I won't give in just yet,because I surely need a break from any rigorous mental activity.My head's spinning and I think I know the reason.Aspirin won't send my headache away because that's not what it needs.But I know I'll be fine,by God's grace. Well,since my head's usually filled with tons of thoughts,I thought I might just as well de-saturate my brain,perhaps I'd be relieved of the ache.I was almost feeling'guilty' because once again,I have placed an unwarranted responsibility on myself.Something I do more than not.I would have sent messages to virtually everyone I know and have the contact number on my phone,wishing them a fulfilling Ramadan.This, I have done though on a smaller scale.I didn't exhaust my list of Muslim friends because I went as far as I could afford.Sending international text messages is no ch

I didn't vouch not to get close to this machine-impossible.Although I might not have had to.But it's no use fighting it because it's my last resolve.Not having a companion during this time of the day(physical I mean) and not being bale to do much this fasting period wasn't what I had anticipated before Ramadan commenced.But then again,I have told myself to now start practising the things I so claim to believe in-less talk,more action.First and foremost,it's my academic tool however hard I've tried sticking to prints alone.It just wouldn't work for a distance-learner.I'd have to keep myself updated on things via the Internet.So whether I want to take a sneek peep into FB or browse through the Islamic sites,it is inevitable.And I've accepted that. It's been a while since I've been inspired by 'someone' to write until I met this young talent waiting to be discovered.So,if in the next four,five years I want to start regretting not being i

I just had to break the jinx this morning before I get down to serious jacking,as my people will call it.It's almost at freezing point outside,even wehn we're near spring...God help us!My hands were so cold this morning I couldn't feel any blood flowing.I tried warming it up in my pockets,but even the winter suit couldn't hold that much.I had to boil some water using the electric kettle because I didn't put on the geyser last night--saving energy.That's me for you!And I poured some into my kids' plastic cups-one for each and soaked my two palms in...It wasn't soothing.That contact is definately not a good one...I mean,it's like ice falling into a water at boiling point.But I had to bear it..I still do not have a description for that feeling.But it definately wasn't fun.I had to,I just had to put the clothes on the line and it just reminded me that there're no basements in SA.I remember winter period in England.We dried some of the clothings i

"As women we’re so often caught in the whirlwind demands of our work and home lives that we don’t have the time to focus on ourselves and the goals we once set"-W&H magazine.I couldn't agree more because it's the reason I haven't had enough time for myself and my studies lately.I honestly ask myself if being a worker would be any different from being a housewife.Huh!Housewife,home-maker,stay-at-home mom and the rest of the phrases used to describe people who fall in my category.Something tells me the life of an entrepreneurs'wife is no different either.Unless of course,if you're completely 'detached' from the business,which am clearly not.And so it has become a routine that,at one point or another,we have guests who are not 'just guests' but freinds and hence,we offer a preferential treatment in hosting them. I definately have got no problem welcoming our 'special guests'.As a matter of fact,it's therapeutic for me as it gi