freshly sharpened pencils...

it's almost the middle of the month and i ask myself where all these days have gone. in no time i'll be back e-klasini cracking those nombolos. i'm looking forward to it all.

while others have been galavanting over the seas, i spent my weekend in the midlands lo-OJ. okuGomez kuseStates, my Mam'dala flew back ekhaya on friday, my Sibale follows kusasa and uMama's coming to vakatsh' for a while in three weeks. i last saw umama last year!! damn!! i'm itching real bad to see her, to hug her, to qabuza her and say, "uSharp Masalu!"

for the record, i'm a mama's boy through and through. i'm allowed. i'm her first born. i'm her only son. i fuza-ed her smile and we can chat for hours on end, me tuning her my gwans and her the same. she listens. she listens because uyangithanda unconditionally. she has a certain strong compassion about her always selfless putting others' needs before her own. she's always willing to sacrifice but you'll never here her complain. she's a mother... my mother. the woman who carried me for nine months, went through hours of labour for my sorry black ass. i miss her so much and i love her to bits. damn... three weeks is too far!!