Give Them Water

I hope you’ve read my previous  post about this. If not, here it is AGAIN!

Seriously guys – it’s hot enough to fry an egg outside

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Ladies and Gents, if any of you have been following my blog or reading my posts, you must know that I have been trying to get a “Care Package” initiative off the ground but it seems that no one cares.

I run various Facebook pages and the one that I have officially created to be the “face” of my version of outreach is called “Care4Me

Now, I would love it if you could take 10 seconds, pop over and “LIKE” this page for me – please.

The reason for this post on SUPERbusyMOM2.0 is because I have noticed that the Cape Town summer is insane – it’s hot inside and outside and most likely everywhere #sarcasm

What I have started to do is fill water bottles, place them in the freezer overnight or for a few hours and before I head out for the day #holidays, I take them out and as I drive, if I happen to stop at a robot where someone is begging, I then hand them the somewhat, not so much iced water.

Now, you’re probably thinking “why put yourself in danger, especially this time of the year?” Because it’s fuckin hot man! I know these beggars might not seem appreciative or even downright are not, but something is better than nothing and I refuse to give money to someone who is most likely not going to use it in a resourceful or nutritious manner. What they do with my iced water is up to them but I would damn well drink it.

As drivers we do not know what it is like to stand outside the entire day, stinking up a storm. We do not know what it is like to go day in and day out, most probably not knowing that the year is coming to an end. We do not have that, albeit the wrong word, luxury, of inconvenience.

Queue too long at PNP? Complain

Coffee taste like ass from Wimpy? Complain

Debits gone off too early? Complain

I sit here, in a camping chair, on my laptop, in my room, with my fan blowing just a tad above my head. I have a clean showered body, smelling like lavendar baby powder and a tummy full of milk tart and I am thinking about the nachos I am about to make; when their are people out there who do not have the luxury of luxury.

Make 2017 great – not for you, but for them.

Pop on over to my Care4Me Facebook page, follow this blog, follow me on Insta and Twitter.

Don’t be left out on the next way to help someone who seems unhelpable. A small difference is still a difference.

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*Fill a bottle with water, freeze it and carry it in your car for the day. Hand out as many as you can to the reggars (robot beggars) and hashtag #GiveThemWater

120 Days

No. That is not a title of an awesome book or movie. It is more real life. Right now. Right here. Anyone who lives in Cape Town knows that we have less than 129 days of water left. That’s 25% of 100%. Think about it for a second. Water is scarce and we should do everything in our power to conserve where we can. I collect my shower/bath water in a bucket and I use it for multiple sources but one out of 20 homes is not going help. We all need to make an effort and we all need, religious or not, to start praying for rain. Buckets of it. Cats and Dogs man. Complain but rather be secure in the knowledge that our dam levels are pf a concrete nature. Let’s save water. Let’s sustain and maintain our grey water usage.


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Ta ténèbre

Your darkness has engulfed your soul like a full moon taking over a man mid change. Your darkness reaches out to touch my brightness. Your darkness reaches deep and corrupts. It seeks a companion. Someone to be dark with. Your darkness reaches out to touch everyone in it’s path. What is darkness without a friend? Your darkness hurts me. Makes me feel less than. Always insulting. Hurtful. Never apologising. Never grateful. Your darkness makes me ill. Causing me to rethink it all. You’re suppose to love me but it seems that all your darkness spews is hatred and filtht sarcasm. I don’t want your darkness. I do not want any part of it. I might not be the brightest light but I will never be as dark as you. That’s all I see when I look at you. Your darkness. Once, you were in control of your darkness. Now your darkness is in control of you. Your darkness is you. It speaks for you. Acts for you. A light so bright, brought down like 1, 2, 3.

The Expirement

Ladies and Gentleman, lend me your ears; well your eyes in this case. I have recently decided to go deodarant-less. Over the years, especially after motherhood, I’ve found that I sweat profusely and it’s not only because I am morbidly obese but it just seems to be a habit. I am luck enough to wear a uniform to work but the shirts are of such a fabric/make that I have now permanently left sweat stains on rhe collar and a few unattractive sweat lines on the back. So what I have decided is to go “barenaked” in terms of any underarm “assistance” 

Day number 2 and I would say it’s a success. I shower the night before, powder on my underarms and I do not shower in the morning. You must think I’m a stinky but not actually hey. If I shower in the morning I have a greater chance of being as heck by 9am whereas if I get up and go straight to work rhen the chance of me stinking is less likely because I am not washing away the “protective” layer. I have to get an exfoliator though.

What are some of the things you do that is not considered “normal” ?

Slipping

She is slipping back into the world. All consumed and enraged. She is slipping back into herself. Hopeless and given up. She keeps callong but no one hears a thing. She keeps silent with voices echoing. All she wants is some quiet. All she wants is to be heard. All she wants is somebody to talk to. She is slipping. Down. Down. Down. She is slipping with all you around. No one wants to help. No one cares enough to help. Everyone is too caught up. Too busy. So frustrated. Suffocated. Take a moment and watch how she slips. Gracefully, no. More painfully. She does not want you to see her pain but she is crying out for help. She does not believe in tears, for she has not cried for many years. When you have to be strong, you forget what weak is. She never gets any time for silence in this world of chaotic noises. All she has asked for is 5 minutes. To breathe. To think. To be. Completely silent. No one needing her or wanting her. They do not want to listen to her so just grant her this one wish. Leave her be. Be there but leave her be. Be available but accomodating. She is tired from the internal war. She has thought many a time of giving up but then she looks at you. She is tired of biting her tongue. She is tired of the expectation and the reality that she just has to accept. 

She is slipping & even though you are there, you are not catching her. She is slipping and she understands. You’re a bit busy. A bit preoccupied. She is slipping and soon she’ll be gone.