The Job Interview

the thing about a job interview it doesn't start when you are sitting across your interviewer, oh no it starts waaaaaaaay before. It starts with a sort of self satisfaction of knowing you"ve managed to impress someone even before they have met you and enticed them to actually want to meet you and so with that self satisfaction you can't help to tell the world and at the same time weary about that action because it might just end like another William Shakespeare story - tragic.

As if that is not enough to keep your mind occupied you realise you need to look the part and great at it for that same interview....that in its self is a task for another day so i eagerly pick three outfits to lay on my bed for which my handsome boyfriend would choose from only to be attacked with we look good in all of them honey (im not going to deprive you of anything if you tell the truth - well i think i won't) so i try take pics of myself and send to my dearest friend nangi really wishing she was now with me so instead i start cursing all the friends here in stellenbosch for not helping choose an outfit - we cud have had wine and laughed anout boys afterwards.

By now, you probably reading and still asking yourself i cannot imagine what you could learn from a job interview except about the job. By theis time I've already reminded myslef how beautiful I am or at least told myself that over a billion times, reminded myself of gooed friends and good times and almost discovered things i love to do:clothes, wine and good good friends.

The day of my interview comes with a pinch of nervousness (okay fine a whole lot more) and whatever confidence out the window - when i think about it now it must be the best part of the process...embracing your vulnerability and controlling it and moulding it and loving it enough to let it go when you get to the interview which I have finally master after doing this a couple of times. This time was different.

On the the train to Cape Town, grey silk cowneck dress, grew pantyhouse and grey ankle boots and not forgetting my signature brown vintage handbag and bronze diamond studds. I almost felt to alive. Cape Town (that place still brings me to life and back to reality), feeling like a high powered new yorker as walk the streets and deciding on not taking a cab. This ofcourse is really sexy still i start getting lost and I start getting frustrated with my gps on my blackberry not giving directions and the talking one also known as my friend Mels. Yet after the curious stares, the compliments of the working men and the acknowledgement from so called colleagues it doesn't seem so bad infact I almost find a bit of me roaming amongst the faces.

Alas, I find my destination even better than I imagined it. I was in my future in all its pureness and some of the journeys I am still yet to travel almost seemed precious because each held some gift for me.

After my interview, I sat on the street benches facing the huge fall thta stood in the middle of the road and as the cold winter breeze tried to fight my red coat,i was at peace even if it was for a second and to end my gift as if to bless that my moment  I read a tweet that quotes a line from ee cummings "and i thank you for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes" and with that I hope this piece makes you laugh and learn something inbetween or  if not i hope you get some blessing from this line.

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

Ignorance is bliss - THEY LIE

I had spent the whole of monday, the 4th of April, excited to face one of my worst enemy - walking barefeet on campus. Oh gosh all those times of curses and frustration over the dreadful and as I thought misguided and lack of ettiqutte habit of my peers and their untasteful feet...But for a good cause I would.

Walk a day in my shoes and you will know the truth behind my tears, the laughter behind my joy and you will know me through yourself in order to seek a way to help me.

Monday night , toenails done and ready to march in kaalvoetdag for all those who don't have a choice. Oh but of cause my feet touched the earth and within minutes i felt their agony already as i try to find a spot with no glass but to be greeted by cowardice shoes by my peers.

How embarrassed was I when even i chose to conform and put my shoes back on.Who are we if we let material things as shoes define us.? Who are we when we cannot fight for i fellow people? Who are when we cannot stand for the wrong and yet we cry PRAY FOR JAPAN. So quick we are to condemn others but never ourselves.

To those who stood the thunder and dared to liberate yourself for the greater good, i take my hat unto you and to the rest of us. Our eat, pray and love journey seeks to fin dthat place of contentment to live in ourselves and within others so let this be the beginning...again.

They say IGNORANCE IS BLISS -THEY LIE!!!!!!!!!

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

Loveletter To My Heart

Dear Heart

I write this letter with a fearful respect and the upmost caution for I have felt the power of your wrath and I wish not to displease you.

I thought I would write this letter to let you know what type of a man you need to take into my heart and tell of those you were never supposed to allow to start with but sumhow overnight, I have discovered that there are so many things that you control (to be honest, I think you control everything) because what is anything when you don't involve the heart.

You give me joy and peace, you give me tenderness and love, kindness and understanding, humility and patience but most importantly you give me life.

I could tell you of all the bitter things you have given me right til this point and i know more of the anger, sorrow and emptiness you've made me feel are still to come but I choose not to drown in the bowels of your cruelty for you give me so much more.

But while I am at it, allow for yourself a man who helps you give me all things sweet, a mine that keeps your beat balanced with an excitement of speed once in a while. I am not asking for much, just a man who loves me and only me for I am a representation of you. A man who makes me laugh and wants to be a part of me, a man who would try to give me at least a taste of heaven and just wants to be good to me.

If not a man, as I travel this journey of rebirth, let me not lose myslf in the old as i feel myself fade, allow me to be showered in all the beauty that I do not "see".

Lastly, do not listen to half the things I say in this letter for it is all the things you allow me to feel and do(good or bad) that allow me to explore further for some sort of fullfilment that I know you have saved for me and not the things I want to feel.

We must cry and laugh, for somewhere in between lies the beauty of the heart...of life and it is with that acceptance do we allow ourselves to be human...beautifully human. Just don't let yourself manifest in newly hiding places of unwanted feelings but rather seek to find them and experience them so as to create a greater gift for yourself.

I write this loveletter to you to remind myself that the acoustics are not allows in tune but it is with that you seek for that memorable sound.

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

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I SAY NO MATTER WHAT IS GOING ON IN OUR LIVES, LIVE AND LET LIVE...FOR THE ANSWERS OR SOLUTIONS WE SEEK,WE MAY NEVER FIND.

BUT I CALL UPON TO THOSE WHO CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO TAKE A SECOND AND LOOK.THIS IS OUR JOURNEY TO FIND OURSELVES, FOR ALL WE KNOW, THAT TRUTH LIES IN OTHERS

hgwqWhether it the past or present, rain or sun, sorrow or joy….life contines and changes in a matter of seconds so lets embrace all dt makes u us smile,cry and feel as beautiful as we are…….

 

With this I send my love to all those who continue to live through life struggles, I send all my prayers to japan and every single country and individual suffering from their own disaster..PRAY FOR JAPAN

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING…….





FOR ALL I'VE LOST

To my heart, my soul, my pillar of strength, friend and father, i dedicate this post to you:

On 18 January 2011, I lost my father to death, but more so I lost a whole part of me, I lost the life I had occupied for the past 19 odd years but most of all when you died, I died with you.

No words, no dedications, no preparations and no classes could ever even begin to prepare you to endure this sense of loss, pain and emptiness. It can never prepare a daughter to say goodbye to the one man whose loved her unconditionally since birth.

On my 18th birthday you wrote:" It seems like only yesterday, 18 years ago on this day, when paki rushed your mother to hospital as you came into this world at high speed and one of the best moments of my life - time flies"

My dad was right "Tempus Fugo"(meaning time flies was the phrase he used) and so i say cherish every moment you have with your loved ones for you may never know when they will be taken away from you. The grim reaper has no favourites and waits for noone. All it takes is a stop of a heartbeat to shatter your heart and change your whole world.

To all those who have lost a loved one, I can only pray that healing comes at a faster pace as mine. We can only hope joy comes in the morning. It is said death is the first step to eternity and that their spirits live among us so we can only hope to feel it one day.

As we have loved them in life, let us not forget them in death. Dwell us not in our pain for death, we cannot runaway from.

                                            GUGULETHU LUYANDA MIZA
affectionately known as 'sikiza" was born of Zimasile Miza and Pansy Miza on this day (08 March) 52 years ago. He stareted his primary education at the age of four at Lovedale Primary School in Alice. He matriculated in 1976 at Healtown

He was first employed as clerk stationed at Isilimela Hospital, Port St Johns . He then proceeded to the Walter sisulu university(forerly known as Unitra) wherer he obtained his b. Juris LLB.

On completion of his studies he worked as a prosecutor and later a magistrate between 1983 and 1990. He enrolled as a candidate attorney in 1990 under the tutelage of Mr Khwezi Nodada until 1995. He started his own practice from 1995 and it was during this time that he obtained an LLM degree with UNISA. He worked as an attorney and also as the commissioner of small claims court in Mthatha until his departure on 18 January 2011.

One of his very last sms he sent me read: "Hope - Every night we go to bed, we have no assurance to get up alive in the next morning but we still we set alarms to wake us up and still make plans for the coming day...thats hope. Hope in the Almighty for He is faithful and just." Lets live in hope.

As my birthday gift to you, i promise that with every breath that you've lost, I will take one
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MULA, PEANUTS, SIKIZA,GMAN,THE TIMER!!!!!!Your memory lives in our hearts but most of all...you are sorely missed

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

HELLO,GOODMORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Life has a way of pushing us even deeper when we have already reached rockbottom yet that same life haas this unbelievable ability to take us beyond our craziest fantasies  and into heaven(or at least a taste of it), fill our inner with joy,love,power and all these mystique emotions and funny little things we are yet to sought, feel and explain that feeling you know have never yet have felt before.

Its the eyes that have developed in my head, the smile behind mmy mouth and the voice gently and sweetly singing in my soul(though ive never mastered the art in my vocal chords).

Waking up to the gorgeous sight of sunshine, oh my beautiful summerdays, or rather the accumulation of what is about to be the sun's blaze on my black skin(which absorbs the heat), but while I angrily try to find the shade, the white girl next to me excitedly plans her day of pure bliss -tanning.*oh the joys*

Hearing the sweet sound of the bird's singingor rather its annoying chirp - to think of it I have never heard the sweet sound of a bird that all the books talk about.If the chirping be song than I am lost in my ear.

Dining, a favourite paste time, however do I say no to good food, good wine and the most interesting of company until the shattering and mostly everso shocking reminder that nothing is free in lyf, well atleast not the luxuries - THE BILL

The serene midnight walks in the street of Stellenbosch surrounded by outside candlelight dinners soon to end by the scavenge of mosquitoes just in time to rid of the romance.

Celebrate life and all the joys it brings.Embrace these things that entice us.
This world Ive created just for us to look and find our deepest pleasures, aspirations and inspirations. To love,laugh and cry.
To the lost and found: friends, love, accesories, clothes, stationery, money and furniture.

Let's have our own eat,pray and love journey, its way more affordable here.

Secret:with this first post, I feel like its the first day of pre-school all over again though that never worked out to great because I ended up wit a wound at the back of my right leg and I still have the scar to prove it(Zodwa Madikane im coming for you)

The sun may not shine tomorrow, the world mayend or yours might never see the light of day again, but before that, lets explore the world and discover great things. To good conversatin and an experience you may have had but not quite the same. This is my introduction...

EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING