The ravings

Mophato Dance Theatre @beMobile Awards

2011-07-05T13:50:00.001+02:00

Dreams

2011-06-15T10:14:00.000+02:00

I had such a restless night. My cocoon turned into a coffin, my chrysalis into a tomb. But while the bombs were dropping and the world was ending, I held your hand and I was ok.

Going Native - The Pilot!

2011-01-17T12:56:00.000+02:00

Going Native Pilot - Zanzibar from Happy Brown Babies on Vimeo.

Pics

2011-01-17T10:05:00.002+02:00

TSWHANE DANCE THEATRE

2010-10-08T14:11:00.001+02:00

Tshwane Dance Theatre workshop hosted at Maru a Pula Highshcool

Besides the amazing performance of Giselle the Tshwane Dance Theatre company also held workshops for dancers young and old. It was a fantastic experience to learn some of their routines and interact with young dance professionals keen to show off their skill.

Ethiopian cusine

2010-09-10T19:24:00.005+02:00

There are several Ethiopian restaurants throughout Joburg downtown city centre and if your window happens to be open and you're not blasting the newest hottest beats on your ipod, you can actually hear snippets of hymnal, etherical music slithering down the high buildings into the streets below.

Having never been to Ethiopia and if I am honest only having a mild interest in actually visiting the place, when my friends suggested we eat at an Ethiopian restaurant I was excited. We were going to a real Ethiopian restaurant. The kind that are owned and frequented by Ethiopians rather than some gimic to attract foreigners or some rich guy'S folly with exotic foods.

It wasn't exactly what I expected. The music, the decor and the people were spot on. What I hadn't expected was for all the patrons of the restaurant to stare at us as we entered. That we would be the only Non Ethiopians there to me seemed uber strange. We were in the middle of Joburg city centre. I mean surely there some South African that like Ethiopian food just as others like chinese food... right? Wrong.... It also seemed to me that the restaurant was not just a place that serves food but some kind of refuge for its regular customers. So our presence there somehow seemed to unsettle people, they were more annoyed than intrigued.

Maybe this is attributed to the fact that the place is not really meant to entertain people like myself who know fokol about Ethiopia or its food. I would have walked in and asked for a beer.. There is no beer.. DUH! I would have waited to see a menu.. there weren't any menu's and if they were they probably weren't written in English..

Luckily my friends had done this before.. but even they ran into difficulty when all of sudden we got another platter of meat and some of the meat looked really really raw... It was raw (it was supposed to be).

Besides the things I could obviously identify, like beef or cabbage, I mostly had no idea what I was eating. My friends were able to explain some and I would have asked the waiter but he didn't speak English too well. The food was light and for the most part I really enjoyed it. I would have loved to know more.. but thats the tourist vibes in me..

I'll be going back though.. Like it or not..

Two Asians and a black chick :Splish splash clash

2010-05-21T21:52:00.009+02:00

Two asians and a black chick drove to Splashy Fen in Underberg. South Africa all the Gaborone, Botswana as our easter weekend in Gabs would have been doomed. DOOMED I TELL YOU!

We were just sitting in Linga Longa, on a friday afternoon like we always do. To picture Linga Longa just imagine the scuzzyness of one of those cheap American diners, where the quality of the food is made null by the fact that its cheap, its in a mall, has a happy hour and much appreciated wifi. Its where the randoms randomly hang out, gays, expats, juvenile deliquents and sometimes sing along with karaoke style "band" hired for the day. Thats Linga Longa.

It was easter weekend and there we were. We couldn't even be assed to buy a watered down cocktail. We just farted around on the internet. "Lets drive to Joburg" says Linh, "Yeah lets hire a donkey cart" says Euna. "How much do you think it would cost to rent a car, it can't be that much" Linh says. "I don't know check it out on the net". The next thing you know its around 8.30 pm and we are staring at our red volkswagen in the avis parking lot. "Oh my gosh guys I can't believe we are doing this I thought you guys were just joking" says Euna. Well Euna was right but we didn't tell her that. So after the avis guy warns us that our car is a Joburg hijackers wet dream, we check the car out and get ready to go. "Oh no" says Linh, "what" say Euna and I. "Its a stick shift". FUCK. "Chipo you have driven stick before right", "Yeah but I dont have a license" I say. "Well I can try, I haven't driven stick in like 7 years but I can try" Linh says. At around 10.00 pm we make it out of the parking lot. What transpired in the parking lot was both epic and amazing. At 4.30 am, we arrived in Joburg... alive! Even after we got stopped by the cops, bumped a kudu/deer (I think its ok), ran out of money at the toll gate and had no idea where to go once we were actually in Joburg. "Should we just drive straight to the festival now" says Linh. "NO" we said. Thank little baby Jesus for my friend Paddy who took us in.

Next stop Underburg, Splashy Fen ..

even the weird poster couldn't us off. http://www.splashyfen.co.za/

We drove and drove and drove

and drove and drove and stalled and screeched and stopped to rest and listened a lot of kak on the radio.

And then at 10.00pm.. we finally arrived..
Thank the lord. "How much is it?" we ask. "R400",,

eh what... "but its says here thats its R100 if you come on sunday, thats in two hours" I say. "Yes I know ma'am but its R400 now, they are saying its R400"...
"pssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhh"... So of course we decided to park our car and wait for two hours before we entered.

Then this guy comes and offers to pay us to drive his friend home. Linh tells him that there is no way she is driving, so he says he will drive and he will pay us.. schweet... We have two hours to kill anyway.. His name was Gareth and although I said I would put them both in my blog all I can seem to remember about the girl is that she is blond and maybe from Peru..

Gareth trned out to be a really funny guy and what could have been a potentially awkward interaction turned out to be loads of fun... despite the blonde chick sort of fucking out in the front seat.. sorr blondy...

So we ditched the blonde, and finally drive into Slashy Fen!

After the excitement of finally arriving, one of us said what we had all been thinking, “its really white here” observation right? Also what did we expect,, anyhoo after dancing around the fire, making the circle bigger and other such fun.

We found ourselves in my friend Ross car off to find mischief. How did this happen. A couple stops next to us, the girls says "this is my boyfriend" "your boyfriend looks like guy i know called Ross" I say. "I am Ross".. eh what....

So we are in the car on a quest for fun with someone clinging on at the back for dear life. Apparently he was used to it.. Then we stop and some random fat kid stalker called me a kaffir and reminded me how lame South Africa can be sometimes. Ok so not to let one random idoit spoil the rest of my festival I didn’t really dwell on it and the asians didn’t really understand what that meant anyway, But the word made me fell horrible. never been called a kaffir to my face… maybe that is a testament to the growth of South Africa or maybe it just shows how racist the society still is… What really pissed me off is that this random fat stalker was talking to this girl, making her feel really uncomfortable and no one would say anything. This girl is looking at us pleadingly, telling the random fat kid stalker dude to leave her alone and “fuck off” which of course he didn’t and not even her own freaking boyfriend stepped in to defend her. So what do I do,, I tell him whats what.. all very politely infact. As we drive off he pipes up “and fuck you, you stupid kaffir”… the whole car is silent.. the white people car are avoiding eye contact with me and my asian friend is going “what. what happend”.

to be continued....

Samson and Delilah

2009-12-09T18:22:00.003+02:00

I cried today whilst watching a movie, a love story to be precise. I haven't cried since a very special person was taken from my life. Come to think of it I rarely cry. When it comes to my own life I find crying kind of sicking and weak it brings me shame rather than relief but when it comes to movies ohhhhh lordy do the big fat baby tears come rolliing on out out. its beautiful just beautiful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N69RgtW6S8o

Mozambique

2009-05-24T11:39:00.007+02:00

It started with a party. A farewell party. 5 people decided to change their lives and we decided to do it together. To be honest I think we gave each other the strength to do it because in order to do it we all had to say goodbye. Good bye to friends. good bye to jobs and good bye to Cape Town. Saying good bye to Cape town is like qutiing a bad habit.. its not easy. Half my blog is an emo freak out from the last time I had to leave but you know what I did it. This time I felt like it was time. This time I was super excited even. It was a mixed bag of emotions but this time I was not leaving my life but going on an adventure.

This trip was the leap of faith that has propelled me into a change and made me realise what making things happen is all about. It starts as an idea, a want, an ambition and slowly you start to picture it. You see the images forming in your head. The ridiculous sum of money you have to save starts to accumulate and the task doesn't seem that impossible. If they can do it .. so can I.

Its all in the imagination at first and even when you say the words out loud you don't really believe them. You don't have enough money, you don't what our doing. I But then again you have 4 other people that completely understand. missions are possible and crazy times are ahead

Mozambique is a place I could go hoarse speaking about. it was amazing in everyway and my only regret is that i didn't have my camera and that I didn't see more of the place.

fictions

2009-05-04T16:43:00.005+02:00

As I sit here reading the words of others, the fictions that engage so intimately with my mind. I see how a story can erupt from someone like a demon ousted by a priest. How the people and characters swarm the mind and life of the writer and demand a life of their own outside of the crowded head. It is almost a relief to witness the mind's ink finally breath life into a page and let the fiction play out in the imagination of others.

I find myself caring about people that I know not to exist. Sometimes even brought to the point of fear, anger or grief. How intimate the connection must be for writers and their mistress of fiction. A beauty or horror laying hidden only to be exposed like a common scandal for all to see and dissected under a microscope.

I wish I had the patience to write in this manner. I myself sometimes feel this complusion to write. It takes over and the words slowly leak out like the first quiet drops of rain before the omnious grey electric storm begins and the pitter patter quickly turns to uncontrollable banter.

Ha here I go again.

epiphanies

2009-02-26T14:27:00.002+02:00

Right and so it goes.. time changes time which changes things. Calculations, concentrations and the moments for elavation. An evolution is taking place in my body and mind as I realise that limit of limits. Transcendance has no scale and boundaries have no bounds.

this time

2008-06-26T14:32:00.002+02:00

This time spent has been strange. estranged from my mind really as it just slips underneath like the tracks of a train.... not even sure in which direction i am going let alone the destination. The outer body experience that is my life.. a cerebral disassociation with the tangible foot that moves one after the other after the other. A virtual bubble head, a physical being. My senses are attached, emotions too but the checklist has a big tick next too what and who.

Irony

2008-05-07T14:24:00.002+02:00

second guessing, nail biting,
head bashing, analysing...
pulpitations,
heat, sweat, out of breath.
Can't think, can't comprehend.
Distracted and feeling dumb.
way too fat.. way too numb.

I'm like... absolutely just stumped..stumped stumped..... I should
be feeling really good right now.. instead of playing out every possible scenario.. waiting for the bottom to fall out.

This is something I wrote a few weeks ago as a journal entry on my deviant art page. I remember the feeling as I was writing it. A feeling like something was coming out of me. When I look and what I wrote now it feels like I was speaking on behalf of someone else. It shocks me.. no not what was written but the process of it. How ideas are expelled from ones body or mind and once done.. they feel strange and familiar all at one time. Purgation, expression was the motivation for my words and the medium used was to enable them to be shared with others. So I could stare others in the face with emotions so to speak. Interesting and eery is what resonates with me right now. I stare myself in the face in a mirror of sentences, struggling to identify myself. It is quite bizarre. How will I feel about what I am writing now. What emotions, what fears will these symbols generate. What will this abstract and dead form of communication awaken once reviewed over time or tommorow.

2008-05-05T16:01:00.001+02:00

That bitch is Crazy!!! Thank lil baby j that I work in an enviroment where things like this can happen!!!! Stayed tuned for more episodes of the office..

2008-05-05T15:50:00.004+02:00

The office party..

civilised and keeping it together..

dreams

2008-03-04T13:20:00.004+02:00

I had a dream, a very vivid dream that felt so real that I had to convince myself of a truth that felt like a lie. I woke up and had to remember that the reality that I was feeling is not the same reality that I was awake in. I felt like I had had this dream before although this is only in retrospect.. Even now I am still left with the nagging feelings from that state. Upset about a situation that never really took place. A feeling of love for a person that does not exist.

I now I am dealing with a feeling of loss, lost relationships I had made with myself.. for they must be parts of me, parts that I love and parts that I hate. The parts that run and the part that choose to stay.

I am not so sure what to make of it. It scares me

the way

2007-11-22T15:18:00.000+02:00

One way or another its all about the way. the way you walk, the way you talk. the way you sing, the way you dont. the way you smell, the way you smoke, the way you squint, the way you point. the way you make people cringe, the way you think i know what you mean. the way you blink, the way you drink, the way you read, the way you sleep, the way you look away, the way i want you to stay. the way you are, the way you arent. the way you cry, the way you say goodbye.

Hurt

2007-11-05T09:23:00.000+02:00

My heart hurts. It hurts I think I know why. It hurts and I don't know why. My heart hurts fit to burst. Its a hurt that is felt in my sighs its makes my eyes glaze over and my body slouch. It makes me want to cry. But tears don' t have a place in a war with a hurting heart they just burn your throat, add bitter salt to the wound and swell your eyes.

surreal

2007-10-15T15:31:00.000+02:00

surreal a distorted defragmented version of what is real. This is how coming back is making me feel. Its an emotional blah that is taking a long time to put into actual words. Am I finally planting my feet in the ground or have my roots yet to feel fertile as my body finally grows. This is something I do not know as yet. My mind is racing with the mistakes I have yet to make and chances which am not yet ready to take.

For now I wait.

knot

2007-09-27T18:26:00.000+02:00

A knot builds in my stomach as the days grow closer and the time runs out. It bubbles and boils and shrinks in the heat. It is a knot of excitment, apprehension,ecstacy and undoing. It is a nervous knot then a thread of bravity emerges to loosen it. Then uncertainty creeps in to hold it fast. As it wrestles in my stomach so my body responds. All I want and everything that I am in one giant, writhing melting pot. A knot of fear and self doubt threaded through with determination and sheer elation. My stubborn confidence coming head to head with my stubborn underminer. Sometimes I feel like I cant move for fear of what new emotion the it may release. Its a knot that keeps my body on its toes and leaves my mind in disarray. It challenges me and taunts my weakness against my strength. It is all me and none of me. It screams and then is deadly quiet. Its a knot that I can feel physically although my mind knows for sure that it is not there.

Glimmer

2007-08-30T17:40:00.000+02:00

I have become to cynical to be too excited but I do see a glimmer of hope in my future. I'm being considered for an internship and I know that if the issue a work permit or whatever permit wasn't around then I would probably have the job by now. But my glimmer of hope is that some picked up my CV they want me.

However once burned twice shy so really I'm going keep my fingers crossed but I'm definately not going to hold my breath.

In the end it just reinforces that I'm not crazy. The voice that I am listening to might just be the right voice.

we shall see

M'kay

2007-08-22T09:17:00.001+02:00

Phew so the train wreck was narrowly avoided and I mean narrowly. But
I'm not out of the danger zone yet I can't even see the light. However
I haven't been smashed into a million pieces so there is a bright
side. Now where the hell is that Damn light.

Shit

2007-08-20T11:26:00.001+02:00

All I want to do is cry. Cry so my whole body convulses, my lips
tremble and my hands shake. The well is so dry not from a lack of
emotion. Its just that not crying is something i've done for so long.
I wish i wasn't so home at it. All I want is to cry.

Crash

2007-08-17T15:30:00.001+02:00

Ok so the accident was 2 weeks ago but only now is my life starting to
crash and burn in an emotional train wreck of blacklisting, nausea and
boredom. I'm broke and need fixing. I'm tired and need lifting. I'm
confused and feel like I will forever be so. The only consistancy is that shit is the hip hop and ever happening thing in life. There is the good shit and the bad shit and believe me the good shit.. its rare the bad shit however is everywhere. I need to get off this train before I land head first in it.

Car accident 2

2007-08-15T09:34:00.001+02:00

I went to go see my friend in hospital on sun and it hit me. We nearly
died. Resego had an operation and Emma had a rod rip through her leg.
What the fuck. Emma and Resego are just grateful that their faces are
ok. I had to laugh. Thank God we can.

Car accident

2007-08-06T17:41:00.001+02:00

My near to near death experience has left me strangely aloof. The
reality has diminished although the aches and pains are fresh. Could
this be disassociation or am I thinking i should be feeling something
that is necessarily felt. I'm ok its not the end.

Ex's galore

2007-07-31T13:45:00.001+02:00

This weekend i bumped into another ex (not quite) boyfriend. Being a
commitment phobe makes these things a bit complex. Unlike my last
encounter i was far from suprised and far less excited. Plus i was
totally wasted so it made for a embittered blur

2007-07-19T19:50:00.000+02:00

From a state of complacency to a state of emergency. Bjork words my
plight. Tides turn turning tides blind lead blind lead blind.
Reflection the mirror on the inside. In sight.

2007-07-17T22:09:00.000+02:00

Ok I am at a point were the annoying cracks that i've been trying to
pull tight are now enormous chunks that keep breaking off one at a
time. Making it harder and harder to hold on to anything. I feel like
a need a course in juggling and magic.

2007-07-11T23:23:00.001+02:00

I've seen so many shows that deal with plastic surgery i feel like i
could perform it myself. Late night tv is just as bad as day time. Ok
i rant on about tv but on days like these i feel like i could bash my
head in

10 years ago

2007-07-09T13:44:00.000+02:00

So this weekend i bumped into a former boyfriend as in ten years ago a skinny big boobed Chipo met a skinny big eared Matthew and then we were going out. Funny thing is Matthew was apologising to me about our very over dramatic breakup which I had really thought about for a long time.

What happened was that Matthew and his then devil sidekick friend said some very horrible and unmentionable things that shouldn't really be said to a puberty infested twelve year old girl of waning confidence. Although I was glad to hear that Matthew has since lost his devil sidekick and clearly realised the error of his ways.

Needless to say that I was actually quite excited to have a random conversation with the first guy I ever kissed and realise that a decade of my life is truly behind me. Wowie wow wow.

Hopefully this post doesn;t come back to kick me in the ass if devil sidekick decides to make an apperance and seek his revenge.

pics

2007-06-29T11:16:00.001+02:00

These are some photos that I took last year to add some creative energy to my page

2007-06-20T14:14:00.000+02:00

I only have a few minutes but I feel like I need to start having a more positive outlook on my life because only I have the responsibilty to do that. I remember being young and being so insecure about the most stupid things. Right now I'm living with Bells Palsy and its kind of been my own personal battle because its one of those things in my life that I don't like to draw attention to. Its one of those rare things that most people recover from very quickly and also there is no prognosis. I have read up on bells palsy before but today I finally found a site with real life stories from all sorts of people who are living and struggling with it this weird ass disease on thier own.

Some times when I look at myself in the mirror I am grateful that I am who I am otherwise this thing might just break me. But they say that the important thing is to have faith. I can't believe that some people have had to deal with bells 3 or 4 times in their lives. This is something that is happening to me and it is not me and I am really grateful that most of the people that I encounter in my life don't feel the need to remind me that there is something wrong with my face because believe
no one knows that better than me.

Dreams

2007-06-18T11:38:00.000+02:00

Ok so the other day I had this sentence stuck in my head the whole day and finally I have a way to purge it from my system. Ok so its goes like this.. I had a nightmare that I was unemployed and living with my parents and then I woke to find that life is a nightmare. Sometimes you get to wake up from it only to realise that the relief of finally waking from a nightmare is only dream.

Once I was laying in bed with the sliver of light coming through the closed curtain and the room was really dim. I had spent the whole day in bed practically and just lay there as the sun tried to poke its way into my room. At first the room was fine and once again I was being a lazy bitch rather skullking away from the world. I just lay there for ages with my eyes closed for a while.Then a couple of minutes later when I peeled my eyes open and looked up, the room seemed a little bigger. The bed seemed to struggle to fill the space and I didn't realise how empty my room could be. I shut my eyes again guiltily and my bed seemed really huge and I was this small person in this big room with a big bed. I could actaully picture myself from above with my beige duvet cover twisted over my body. I kept telling my self to wake up, wake up but everytime I looked up everything was just furthur and futhur away. I could see myself getting up to go and open the window and then I would open my eyes and I would still be in bed. I realised that I had only dreamt that I had gotten up to open the window. So lazy as I was I got up to open the window and got back to bed. When I opened my eyes again the room was really dim with a sliver of light coming through the closed curtain. I could've swore I had opened the window but no the window was closed and I am glued to my bed so I tell myself to wake up, wake up.

I don't know how long iut went on for but I only managed to leave my room when the early day had turned to late day. I was onle of the scariest and profound experiences in my life. When I tole the story to a friend we laughed about how crazy it all was and how I must have been tripping balls. I think about that day every so often and realise that reality is a name for something that no one can define.

Do you ever wake up from a dream because dreaming is living and every sensesation is real

It begins

2007-06-12T16:19:00.000+02:00

Today I joining the masses in the craze of blogging. I decided to embark upon this from of expression after a very brief experimental stint with blogging in my 2005 journalism class where our over eager lecturer tried to convince us that blogging was the manifestation of citizen journalism. Well the debate rages on and on but either way this is a platform and means to and end or a means in itself. At the end of the day blogging exists for bloggers and today I can say that I am a blogger.

I just want to do this because there are a lot of this that I have to say and there are a lot of opinions that I wuld like to hear. For me this is a trail to see how vigilant I can be with expressing myself and finding out what exactly it is that has made this phenomenon a global one.

Also I am unemployed person who spent fours studying journalism only to find that now there are not so many people that are eager to hear what I have to say. So if i can't be a journalist in the more practical sense then I think this will have to do for now. Mind you I did specialize in photojournalism but seeing as photograghy is a much harder industry to get into than writing. I think that this will have to do for now. I mean I could post my photographs on the internet but mostly you need complicated websites where people can't steal your photographs and of course there are never ever for free my dears, Oh no.. so for now I'm going to rave on.

The ravings begin and who will listen well who the hell know and isn't that the whole point. Its to throw your words out there to the Universe. Literally and to see what happens