Starting of the NEW YEAR

A wrong place with the right people

Have you had that feeling where you feel like you are in the wrong place but with the right people?

Everywhere I go I enjoy the company but not the place. It bothers me because it has never happened before. I don't know if I belong anymore.

It had always been the same people, but why do I need the need to feel secure, why do I look over my sholders.

Talk about wrong places but right people, makes one uncomfortable and not know which one to pay attention to.

Comes with pain that is undescribable, so unbelievable and seems so impossible. Love and pain are not a chapter in one's life, they're the whole book. It's easier to describe one when it comes alone but this?

The pain of being in a place you don't think you belong and yet the love you feeling for that person you with. Really crashes my thoughts.

What really metters, because non is unimportant.

STRANGE PLACES

Strange places accompanied by good company
Good company followed by a wrong place
They give me a seat to sit
Then pour me a drink to sip
But non is soothing
Non gives me the sense of belonging
I love the company
But I'm not completely free
The place reminds of where I'd rather not go
Different places that are cold
Different people that are warm
All just live me in between
With the undescribable pain
That is unbelievable
And seems impossible
Strange places accompanied by good company
Good company followed by a wrong place

Four way road

When I started this journey of life there was just one path. My parents were besides me, everything seemed to be in it's place.

Growing up is hard I must admit. I'm just eighteen but I already have experienced a lot in my life.

I continued to walk this one road and everything was ok, there were no other roads to complicate it and therefore there was no need for me to choose.

Suddenly I'm stuck, three roads in front of me plus the one I'm standing on. Four way road that no soul told me about. Even if someone told me at a young age I wouldn't have understood.

There are no warning signs in any of them, one path I know, is the one I'm standing on. I don't know the one on my left, I don't know the one o my right and I don't know the one ahead of me.

Do I go back to the one I know?
Does that mean I have to start over?
Is there any use for me to go back? because I can go back and fix my mistakes on this path but it will still be the same situation when I come back to this four way path.
Won't time leave me when I take a step back?
Will it all be worthy?

This time it is not my head that is all over the place, it is not even my heart, it is me. Remove the brain to make me think a lot, remove my heart that has so much emotions, will I be able to make a better decision now?

Four way road that I never asked for, it was either one or two paths of which it made easy for me to choose but now four.

Do I go back?
Do I take left?
Do I take right?
Or do I go ahead?

Joy coming in the morning

Today is a day of being greatful trully. It's a day of just being. Waking up early in the morning knowing I have a lot to face during the day, but just that one second where things change drastically to good things. Joy is what shall you guys have, one shouldn't suffer for it, joy must always be a reward.

Joy that came is morning is not just amazing, it is fantastic , it's also fabulous. Joy unties many difficult nots, it sets a prisoner free. Wise words were once said that "forgiving someone sets a prisoner free, then you realise that that prisoner is you".

Joy day let's not keep it to ourselves, let's share it, treasure it. Don't spare it, you don't know how long it's going to last.

Enjoy the moment. It's yours, share it ,it can be for other's too!!! YamkyFunkyChaz on the go.......

Better in distance

One of those moments where you missed someone so much, always wanted to be with them and when you already there you realise that you are better in distance.

It is not something they said, but something they did without even realising it. How do you begin to tell them.

Again one of those mutual feelings where you go back to a place that is half full of memories. By that I mean that the other person is alive, the other person passed away. Half memories because they were created by the both of you but now you are left alone and you can no longer share them with that person.

How easy I thought it would be, every single thing is a constant reminder of what should have been, of what should be.

No gap for pain to escape, just a straight line that shoots straight to your heart. The mind and the heart are like two friends that have nothing in common but still liking each other, listen to each other, disagree with each other but still think that they have a solid friendship.

Ubearable is the name I give this feeling, everything is just better in distance. There would be no memories to fill ma head, there would be no issues to be dealing with. Sometimes walking away is not being a coward, it is bravery.

Walking away from bad things to walking towards great things. Pain is now a memory of what's gone, happiness is a memory of what was. So which one does one pay attention to, bear in mind it is not easy to walk away from pain as it is easy when happiness is snatched away.

Better in distance is being away from a lot, you can smile, nothing is attached, so it's easy and better in distance.

About me

You must be wondering where does this girl get such inspiration? How does she always place it together? What goes through her mind? Well hun I'll tell you.

I'm A poor soul, I'm like a cat ,I'm the ear, I'm the eyes.

I'm a poor soul who is often searching, looking and seeking in most strange places. I go where people would call "disgusting" ,I'm not afraid to get dirty.

I'm like a cat, always curious, always want to know what goes behind the soul of a person, the reasons are internal but I they often reflect to me externally, through their smiles, through their tears, I then see a reflection of myself and start to realise that the feeling is mutual but curiousity often goes further to what could be causing the mutuality. I'm the road that never ends.

I'm the listerner, often listen to what is not being said. I'm the eye that lies awake, I see beyond what is shown.

You might not be getting a clear vision of what really inspires me, or what goes through my head but you will notice that I ace the most complicated equations because I see through paint (the rust, the cement the rawness of a wall).

I'm a girl who is from green fields, the richness of the soil, where mountains never meet but were once together, still they make a marvelous couple. Where I see the beauty of a child through the dust on their faces. Where I see a true smile through their dirty teeth, you must be thinking "euw" uh uh now ,when something is true nothing makes it less truthful. I'm from where the rivers flow like the crowed dances to the beats. If you don't know my inspiration yet then I don't knw what will make you understand. My inspiration is not just from modern, you know the GLAM, it's not just from the feet that fits on a high heel, but from where the feet touches the ground and feels the sand.

My inspiration is not versatile, it is like small dots that are reflected on a map, once you click on it another appears but from the same region. That is how my mind works if your still wondering.

I am Blessed!

I am blessed!
Blessed with love
....the butterflies in my stomach
Blessed with care
....the tender touch
Blessed with a shelter
....the peaceful sleep
Blessed with food
....the delish taste
Blessed with family
....same blood different personalities
Blessed with friends
....the diversity

I am blessed
Blessed with sorrows
....that cause sleepless nights
Blessed with tomorrow
....to come and rescue me
Blessed with hunger
....to strive for what I want
Blessed with anger
....not being patient
Blessed with passion
....to smile even when toughness is at it's peak
Blessed with hurt
....that keeps me strong

Sister I am blessed with talent
....a gift of a life time
Blessed with dreams
....I face reality everyday
Blessed with visions
....even better than my fairy tales
Blessed with changes
....challenges I face
Bless with independency
....to own me

Brother I am blessed with beauty
....a prize you might look at but not touch
Blessed with gender
....being a woman, a sister, a lady
Not the agender to be pressurised
....make my very own decisions
Blessed with pride
....I am a Xhosa girl after all
Blessed with rights
....I know when and how to use them

I am blessed
Blessed with truimps
....my treasure
Blessed with hope
....all I'v got
Blessed with memory
....to remember
Blessed temporary
....issues
Blessed with darkness
....my self comfort

I am blessed
....with the good and the bad
Are you blessed?

I am the seed that grows it's own
My seed multiplies
And it replies
To the required
It is guided by nature of love
From the house
Of care
To secure
The fragile

When it is planted
It takes not more than a minute
Just a little moment
And one will be already affected
It blossoms like the gardens that are guided
so full of colour (it brightens)
Full of humour (it is fun)
It blossoms
And moves away the blues
New day has come
Forgotten is yesterday
Expected is tomorrow
Appreciated is today

The seed of positivity
Poverty defeated
The seed that killed negativity Of The mind
Preperation of richness
Of the soul
The sole
Has found a partner

My seed multiplies
It replies
To the required
New day has come
The seed of positivity
Arrived
The seed that killed negativity of the mind!
-Yamkela Sigwili

YamkyFunkyChaz: No better mother than thee

YamkyFunkyChaz: No better mother than thee: I wrote this poem for my mom, but I want you guys to be able to share it with your mothers too. Mother's are very special human being and th...

No better mother than thee

I wrote this poem for my mom, but I want you guys to be able to share it with your mothers too. Mother's are very special human being and they play a big role in our lives. As they gave birth to us, they raised us, with love, care, sometimes's gave us tough love in order to know what is right and wrong. When we are little we tend to think of our mom's as perfect people, but as we grow we learn that they too are human beings and make mistakes or have made mistakes and that's no reason to hate them, we jsut have to make arrangements to accept them for who they are, because their mistakes don't make them less worthy to be a mom, jsut like they accept us and take us with both hands when we have wronged and that too doesn't make us less worthy to be kids. Let's just forget about that little thing that upset you and just love them, embrace them and let them be, becuase they always will love us.

NO BETTER MOTHER THAN THEE

You are my foundation
My inspiration
Motivation
I'm not the description
Of perfection
Neither of corruption
But the description
Of appreciation

Behind your smile
I see your worry
Behind that worry I see your care
Behind your laughter
I see your fear
Behind your tear
I see your joy
Behind your mind
I see your visions
Behind your heart
I see your love

Many words are being written
but there is non to really describe thee
Many actions are being acted
but there is non to show thee
Many songs are being sung
but there is no better tune for thee
There is no beginning to describe thee
and there is no end to describe thee
Because the end is just a starting point

**Joys of being a writer** sometimes I don't konw if it's luck or a blessing. A talent or a gift of taking a topic or word and change it to something tasteful. Giving the word a meaning, definitions are everywhere but are they really understood. Writer's tackle words in a creative manner. I don't exactly know how and when did I start writing, but from a very young age I'd always have a note pad and back then my family would think it's just girly staff it will blow over, but it didn't. I know for sure that I started with writing poems, but recently I'm writing stories too. I'm not a perfectionist, I still have a long way to go and I am willing to learn. But just having something you know it's yours and no1 is going to take it from you, having the will to express myself and also give understanding to others. I write about the things I don't understand at times, I write it to find reason behind the confussion and normally in the end I see some light, but sometimes I'm still left in the dark. It is good to read other books too because you gain more knowledge and wisdom to pass on. Joys of being a writer just to write about sadness, happiness, things that puzzle you and just things that are general too. Simplicity is my kind of style and yet I sometimes touch on complicated issues ,like life, it is broad and I believe we can't describe life as a whole but we can discuss life's measures and there is always a negative side and a positive side. Joys of being a writer is not defined as a blessing, as a talent, as luck or as a gift but simply just being able to offload to paper to help other's take the package and enjoy the luggage.

Today I wanna talk technology, don't worry I'm not talking about the technical staff, but how awsome it can be. Technology connects us, the world is huge but funny how quickly one can talk to someone in a distance. Not only does it connect but is fun too. I'm talking about the social sites. I have four role models in my life namely: Unathi Msengana, Lebo Mashile, Tyra Banks and Janet Jackson. These women inspire me, twitter has made a better way to stay updated about your favourite celebs. Unathi Msengana has replied more than once and also retweeted me, even read my tweet on air the other time, many wouldn't get it but it means so much to me, doesn't matter how small. Lebo Mashile also replied more than once and is following me back, I even wrote her a poem, just the joys of having to have that minute to show appreciation, the response was overwhelming. Janet Jackson updates sent tweets and Facebook updates that they were looking for writer's, next thing I knew they were following me back and they featured my writing about Janet Jackson on their website. Tyra Banks is such a fierce woman, she hasn't retweeted nor reply but the fact that her tweets are fun, the links she shares on FB and on twitter inspire me even more, she came along with another account of her book "Modellandbook" and there they have retweeted me more than once too and just the excitement they bring and how they continue to empower and make us feel special (the fans). It's really a big world, but with huge opportunities too and that is thanks to technology. We get intouch with our role models, it's not just about being retweeted or replied to, just being close to them only a finger tip away, how humble, greatful ,beautiful and inspiring they are. Gone are those days just wishing and starring at the posters, they come live, make effort to communicate with their fans. Technology really is the key to opening doors of belief. I shared this beacause I want to show you that dreams do come true, if you are patient enough, if you strive enough, if you not giving up, seriously anything is possible. These four woman gave me the ingredients to laying down my firm foundation, now I can build the wall with bricks but even if they collapse I knw I have some strong foundation to fall on. Be patient, Keep on dreaming, Don't give up the doors to success and achievements are invisiblle we only see the rough roads we walk on, you myt give up while you were just one step away, keep it real, fierce, be humble, loyal, respectful. Everyone has a purpose, go find it!

The BFF drama. You know when you start high school, everything is a little strange, you go from playing on the fields and getting dirty, hairstyle ruined at (primary school) to chatting more and keeping it clean constantly checking the mirror to see if everything is still cool( at high school). Funny how at first we try to fit in the 'popular' group, always pretending and only to find out later who your real friends are. It hurts when you first get hurtful friends but once you out you realise that they did you a favour because now you can finally be yourself and find new 'real' friends. Real friends don't come in handy, you discover many differences, some are short tempered, some straight talkers others keep their personal feelings to themselves. The friendship begins with a smile, then sharing stories, hugs follow, exchanging phone numbers, texting each other about juicy gossip, laughter, then start fighting, realise each other's weak point but still manage to work things out. There comes the last year, wondering where did all these years go to, at the end of the year you rap things up, still sad going to miss your classmates, the school, the teachers and the environment as a whole. You all seperate but promise to keep it touch, the first few months are so odd, and you still call each other and complain about the new changes. Few months down the line you meet even crazier friends and yet you thought non compared to your High School BFF's. You enjoy their company a lot, have so much in common but still having varieties. You slowly begin to further from you HS friends as they slowly adjust in their own atmospheres, no one keeps in thouch for a while. Whenever you talk, you talk about what used to be, when you together they see the new memories you made with new BFF's and you see that little frown but chose to avoid it. What really gets to me most is that the love for your HS BFF's never changed yet they feel the opposite, your new BFF's think you still hung up on other friends yet you know they also have your love. Take a look back all the years we made new friends, from pre school, to primary, to high school, to varsity or college, to work and everywhere, it's suppose to get easier but everytime you get attached it's a different story. I made memories to capture the moment, it's always better to look back on images, videos and in writing either than just a thought. Make memories everywhere you go, their not there to put sadness on you face but to put a smile when you are troubled. BFF's are everywhere but true BFF's are somewhere in few places, so treasure them distance can never seperate love for love devides pain and multiplies happinesss. Take your phone ,call that BFF don't matter even if five years has passed!