I’ve gathered and realised that the best fun years of your life are between the ages of 18 and 25; it’s even better if you’re at varsity. This is the time we’re most likely to make a stupid mistake that will forever shape our lives. But come on, let’s face it, you haven’t lived or had fun until you say: “Sh*t, that’s the point I really ruined my life.” I’m not saying varsity is where you ruin your life, I actually mean the opposite – It’s where you discover your true self. You do things you never thought you had the balls to do. But most importantly, it’s where you meet people you down the line cannot imagine your life without them. Friends who are borderline-family…
My Saturday got off to the slowest start ever… Wait, let me rephrase that. My Saturday didn’t get to any start at all. I tried waking up at about 9:18 am, only to find out there was some load shedding (electric blackout) at my res. So I decided to get back in bed and stayed there the whole morning. My phone rang at about 12:48. with me still in bed (my mom will kill me after reading this). I picked up the phone and heard a sweet angelic voice asking: “Are you doing anything today?” And I’m like: “God. is that you?” She laughs and says: “No it’s me. S’phosethu and I was wondering if you’re doing anything today. Coz we wanna invite you to a poetry session in Langa that starts at about 14:00.” So what do I choose? Being bored at a powerless res all day or accepting an invite from a fine-ass girl? It was the easiest decision of my life.
A few minutes before 14:00 a car came to fetch me, driven by another classmate of mine by the name of Somi (follow her blog: greatdaytowrite.wordpress.com), with S’phosethu also in the vehicle. We drove off making our way to Langa township with the only thing helping us survive the annoying traffic being good hip hop pumping through the speakers. Only to arrive at an empty venue. We were met by my nigga Lukho, who gave us the news that the poetry shindig would only be starting at about 16:00, so we were two hours early. But no biggie, Lukho invited us to his place and had some lunch and then the ladies drove off to have some girl talk with the guys staying behind to discuss our favourite subject: “girls.” They came back at 16:00 and we went to Guga S’thebe, the venue just as the poetry was starting.
For about the first ten minutes of the Poetry Session, the guys were all mesmerized by the ridiculously hot host of the proceedings (Khanyisile Mbongwa). Mhmm… Ok, moving along… It all got off to a great foot as young hip hop cats spit fire on the mic. But the first great performance was made by this unbelievably charismatic kid. He made the house beg for more. There were other great performances, like the incredibly agile krump dancer, the female Zulu poet, and the house duo that brought the house to their feet – dancing. But for me the moment of the day came when we experienced some technical difficulties and some old guy by the name of Tat’uMonwabisi took to the stage to some resounding laughter. ‘Old man about to embarrass himself”, people thought (some said aloud). Only for everyone’s jaw to be on the floor as Tat’uMonwabisi recited a short verse from his amazing poem called: “Sun rays pierce through my window pane.” The flabbergasted could do nothing but show respect to the grown gentleman.
The final performance was also superb. I wish I could sing like the guy with the guitar… Nigga sounded like Frank Ocean, I swear!
But the day wasn’t done, later we decided to go paint Long Street red. We called a few classmates and Lukho a few friends and had a ball ’till about 02:00 am… Hella Nice!
My weekend became a blessed one as I also got invited to Khayelitsha Township, to a church service. I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t been to church in a long while. Dressed all formal, we took about two taxis to get to Site C. Only to be welcomed by thick smoke and the smell of burning tyres – there was a protest march in progress. Apparently Site C residents were tired of dwelling in shacks and were demanding houses. They burnt the hall (Mew Way Hall) and a Golden arrow bus.
All this happened a few meters away from a fire station. But there was no police or fire truck on the scene… But anyway, we took one last taxi and got to church. We were welcomed with open arms, coz apparently we were expected. Anele, The guy I was with, is an active member of this church and had told the Pastor that he’s bringing a couple of friends for service this week. And, something that was news to me, Anele is a gospel musician and has an album out (will update you about it soon) and was asked to perform two praise songs before the Pastor gives us the word of the day. I don’t know if this is appropriate to say about church, but the brother killed it!
The word of the day came from the Book of Acts, chapter 13. Explaining to us who the holy ghost is… Great service indeed.
You never appreciate how much love you’re surrounded by, until you’ve lost it’s presence. This past weekend I thought myself to appreciate the value people I associate with bring into my life. Remember my previous post: “I’m Seriously Fed Up with Cape Town”? Pretend I never wrote that sh*t, coz I’m havin’ a hella nice time right now!
‘Till Next Time Peeps, STAY GOODEST!