Ramadhan

I decided to join Muslims in their annual fast, Ramadhan (01 September til 30 September). I made my mind up when I realised that I have been given so much by the divine, and I hardly gave anything back except the occasion visit to church. So I decided that although I am Methodist, I would join the Muslims for their month of fasting. I hope that besides the weight loss I come out a better person who is more disciplined in many aspects of life. I also hope that He grants me what I have been praying for for a while. So I'm sort of bargaining with him.
The first day wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, and with an allowance of a few days off (for my late Grandmother's funeral - I can't imagine another catastrophe than my parents hearing that I'm fasting) I will be full on the before sunrise and after sunset meals.
I'm also looking forward to fusing some traditional Ramadhan meals with some traditional African aspects. As per usual, I will share this bounty with the nation, it is after all the Nation's Bounty.

What was it about that night?

Dylan Thomas prompts us
'Do not go gentle into that good night'
The teacher you were
knew to rage, rage against the dying of the light

But what was it about that good night
Six before the end of Sextilis,
three hours before midnight
that made you decide to give in?

And now your date is set
five nights after spring day
will be ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.

My heart still wonders
how do you fall in a ditch
when you know its there?

How do you go into
that good night
when you are living in the light?

My favourite sorry song

I never really thought someone would be able to pen down the right sorry words which I still feel are owed to me by those who do me wrong, but alas there are the Jazeil Brothers. They must have done something really wrong to their other halves to come up with this song. It is brilliant. Now they just need to come up with a song that explains that there is no excuse for cheating...

"Ngeke ngiphinde ngikumoshele - ngiya thembisa soze kubenje" - Ngeke ndiphinde

Sharing something perfect

Sometimes I run out of inspiration and I feel blank
this is the song which gives me back
my choc in chocolate
my zam in zamlek
my chip in chipnaks
when such events strike
I wonder if it will be same though when the stork drops by my little muffin (02/06/08)
(In case you are wondering I have known man now I am in negotiations with the stork. We have however resolved that the offspring should be a female.)

SHARING SOMETHING SPECIAL BETWEEN OURSELVES

Thanks Felipe, I didn't think there would be anyone who loves this song more than me.
[Also thanks to Muffin & Danny Boi for suggesting the geocities/google pages - but they took too long, that is why I borrowed the link from Felipe.]

Dear Child

Dear Child lost to the streets

How can one find you amongst this traffic?
How can your heart reclaim its beat?
How can we reclaim you from the fanatic
Who removed what wasn't his?


Stolen on a quiet morning to school
clad in a blue uniform your body lies
undisturbed by the noise that gathers around you
you lie helpless under the sky.


How can I bring you back?
because at least then I can get rid
of all this guilt that feel
when I continue to go back
to the taxi which took your breath.

Yours truly,
the mother to be

In me she sees

In me she sees an engineer
although arithmetic is not my subject

In me she sees a writer of many books
although I hardly read any

In me she sees a philosopher
although I hardly shift my paradigms

In me this woman sees what I can't see
She rejoices in the things which I cannot find joy in
She listens to the sorrows which my life brings
She characterises our relationship with hugs and kisses

Yet I am taken back by how
a few years ago I thought she was out to get me
a wolf in sheep's clothing

But now as I am to become something she is,
a mother...
I wonder...
How could I have missed that the basis
of all the groundings and fights was love?

Bound in sighs

Bound in sighs should I not show emotion?
The devil's child have once again given birth to grief
Should I on the other hand should be reduced to a fraction
by your poisonous spews for the sake of respect?

Silence in its golden shine cannot contain,
but because the eyes can always maintain
what the heart says of such situation,
I resort to the reduce my life to audio-visual frames of stares,
and slowly what respect has of me is the broadcast station
...which my face glares

Clever as you are devil's child,
your tendency to disregard the other's sense
one can call dumb,
but because you cam laude,
one can only be certain that the notion that
although education can afford us of knowledge,
ones use of it beyond that is up to us

Alas, this transcript has to end
one cannot afford to let you win this mind game
for this day you have made me bend
but for such a day will come when you will do the same
and one can only wonder how used you will be
to the same action which you saw with glee