REFLECTIONS by BiliMaffy

I went down memory lane,when I used to go out in the company of my granny (paternal)..and I wish I could have those moments back! Old age can be strange especially if you used to know what the elderly was like in her youth.God bless my granny!I remember how my cousins used to tease me of not getting along with her because we're supposedly 'look-alikes'...How interesting!Well,some other family members did say so too. Her memory just flashed through my mind few minutes ago and I remember saying I wish I could talk to her,some days back.Her thoughts' been on my mind lately and I pray she still hangs-in-there till 'whenever' we're able to go home.I would have phoned to speak with her if only she would comprehend and know who was'calling'.I remember one of her funny songs.Heaven knows where she got the lyrics from,but it used to amaze everyone.We used to find it more amusing actually.And looking back now,to think that that same very energetic,workaholic,d...

I know I cannot ,and am not supposed to always see life through other people's spectacles.But something flashed my mind to issues one cannot ignore,in a society such as where I live.Here is a place where you would rather sit and be bored than listen to news.The reason's not farfetched-gory,ghastly,hijjacking,murder,suicide,rape,abuse,molestation,corruption and labour unrest make popular headlines than not.When I first arrived here,I found the contents very unsettling because,even though am not coming from'Saint Island',I couldn't compare the two.One was far ahead than the other.The latter would be my homecountry.We are tagged as one of the most corrupt nations alive,my people are said to be the top ranked in Computer fraud...!One would have thought such talent would be put to better use,like being an inventor for instance ( I wish).Nonetheless,the palpable situation in my beloved country has not subjected the impoverished to suicide,on a scale in comparison to SA. S...

To say that I've got a lot on my plate at the moment,would be understating the reality.But,it didn't stop me from having a quiet mournful sobs on the death of MJ.I don't need to read the'fans' or'media's review to find the words that would adequately describe how I feel.It's kind of weird though.I mean,I am one of those who would never underestimate the power of the human mind.I know within me that I've always loved Micheal Jackson as a person and a Music icon,but I didn't realise I would be this affected.I think the most vivid feeling was that of "shock" and disbelief.I mean,I'm not even an acclaimed music fan,but there's just something about Micheal that has to be felt,not just written.I consider him an 'enigma'.The world couldn't just get enough of him.I have journalled that in my diary eaelier this morning.I had to listen to the radio from my phone for confirmation.I was searching for something concrete to hold o...

It's been almost two weeks since my last post.It wasn't deliberate and I wish that wasn't the case because it's put me under pressure of wanting to keep up before the month ends.Anyway,am glad am back now.And i actually felt a lot better today because I got a few messages from my old friends and my dear cousin.I have been internalising so much I had to shed a few of my burdens.I'm quite aware there're times one feels like the world's coming to an end.You feel like the world's problems are on your shoulders.But it gets better because tough times don't last.At least,that's what you keep telling yourself and hanging on to the tiny rope called 'hope'. As usual,I've been doing a lot of thinking lately..I think it's high time I rephrased that...I should just say it'when am not thinking' since thinking's the routine. I suddenly remembered my phone's got an FM radio because of the'ladies'night out' I was privil...

It's pretty bewildering what technology has done to humanity.Am seated on my plastic chair, behind this machine,unwell but able to transcend my thoughts beyond shores even my eyes are yet to see.Even though my thoughts can be read,or better,felt;it doesn't suffice to say everything we read online is as alright as it seems at the other end.My present situation reminds me what I usually think when I read an update about a newborn online.Being a mother myself,I need no magic ball to tell me what that's all about.Between changing diapers,feeding,doing laundry(manually or machine wash),sleepless nights and even having no time for yourself,I ask myself where the new mothers get the time to even announce the arrival of their bundles of joy.But they do,just like am doing now.Twenty-four hours ago,I was crawled up in bed,moaning in pain and wishing it could just disappear and I could feel like my energetic self again.I feel better now,but am not healed just yet.Despite my state of h...