In a matter of days I will be 35 years old. October 8 , 1982. That's when all of this magnificence entered the earth. It was a Friday afternoon; three o'clock to be exact. Ten fingers, ten toes, 3.8 kilograms . Pietersburg hospital, Bantu Section ( that is what the sign said, and that is how our country was).
It was a wonder-filled day.
Right, back to the future. I am not dreading 35 ,nor am I expecting to wake up to decipher the meaning of life. However, there is call to pay a little more attention to this age than there was to, say, 27 or 34. There's definitely something about 35. I don't want to do a retrospective analysis of whether my life has had any deep meaning thus far or if I have made significant contributions to people's lives . I mean that is pretty obvious. I would however, like to share a few things I have learnt.
The world will screw you over , sometime or another one way or another, you will be screwed. Over a number of years, mostly in your twenties, your body will betray you, people will show you that they suck, you will discover that no matter where you are employed you work for the government and the bank , you will learn that the experience of romantic love is mostly complicated and you will realize that sugar is shit. You will go through a quarter life crisis where you question everything that you know and one day you'll want to quit it all and search for the truth but by then you will have so many bills that you'll have to stay in your job and keep a stiff upper lip. You will be screwed. It will happen.
Now, don't despair . You can unscrew yourself. And no , not by following the advise from glossy magazines because those are actually designed to make you spend more money, but by figuring it out yourself. I did. ( Well some of it) There are actual, real life things you can do to unscrew yourself. These things will help you remember that you are lovely, that you are full of grace, that you are worthy and that the world wouldn't be the same without you.
These lessons are in random order. I wrote them as I remembered them.
Number One: Put yourself first
Yes. Put yourself first. Think about what you want, makes sure you get it and then you can see about other people. Believe me the happiest people are those who tend to their needs first. I can't tell you how many stories I have heard that have utterances like " I can't believe she is so selfish", " I did this and that for her but she never thinks about me", " She introduced me as her old neighbour ... I thought we were best friends". This happens because your parents, catechism or Sunday school school teachers may have told you to be humble and put other's needs before yours. Catch a wake up Lucy .. the world doesn't work that way. People serve their own interests first , get with the program! There is a positive interpretation to this assertion and that is the oxygen mask theory. When the air hostess prepares you for a plane crash, she asks you to put on your oxygen mask first so that you can help others with theirs. It's quite simple, You can't pour from an empty cup . So love you yourself, look after yourself, satisfy yourself then you can deal with other people.
Number two: Have some water with the wine
Nothing feels worse than a hangover. NOTHING. So drink slowly and have a glass of water after every glass of an alcoholic drink. Hangovers give you a loser's complex and make you doubt yourself...so don't do it! And in the words of one Joan Armatrading " have some water with the wine".
Number three: Stay clear of the shops (online too) when you are feeling sad
Don't get into the habit of buying things to help you to feel better. You will become an emotional shopper. You will max your credit card. You will feel worse and you will get into the vicious cycle of debt. Things will not solve your issues. Learn to save money. Saving feels good. You will feel triumphant. The money you have saved will probably be the only money that belongs to you.
Number four: Listen to the voices inside your head
That is your intuition. That is the voice that told you it was time to get out it your mother's womb. It is the voice that propels you to take a different route home on an arbitrary day. The 'establishment' spends all its time teaching us to ignore that voice. Listen to it. Listen to your inner voice, pay attention to your dreams and desires, those are your prayers answered.
Number five: Go home
When the world has whipped your butt go home to Mama, or granny or aunty. You don't have to say anything. You don't have to tell her what happened. Just go home and help her with what she's doing. You will feel better. Home reminds us who we are . It reminds us of the sacrifices our elders made to get us to where we are. Home gives us confidence ,it reassures us. Home makes us feel at home. So when you feel royally screwed ...just go home.
Number six: Pray
Pray. And if you don't know what to say say thank you.
Number seven: Just.keep.breathing
Something happens when you breathe deeply and mindfully. Pay attention to your breath. Watch your belly expand . Do it again. As long as you can do that there's hope for you yet. Just breathe. Everything will be alright. And once you get into the rhythm of breathing drink water. Breath and water are a great combination. Think about how the great baobab or a delicious monster goes about its day.
Number eight: Love your own company/Fall in love with yourself.
Especially if you are single. Boredom may lead to destruction. So cultivate ways to entertain yourself. Cultivate ways to be at peace with your solitude. There is a lot of hardship that can be avoided by learning to be by yourself. Exercise self care. Practice acts of self love . Love yourself like you the way you want to be loved.
Number nine: Commit to your deal breakers
If you decide that you will not allow a man to cheat on you. Stick to it. If you decide that you allow people to be only 15 minutes late for a meeting. Stick to it. Have integrity. Let your thoughts, words and deeds be aligned. Don't allow people to take you for a ride. Stick to your convictions.
Number ten Don't be afraid of your naked body
Don't be afraid of your naked body. Don't be afraid of your bald head. Don't be afraid of your clean face. When you lather your body with soap and soothe it with oil talk to it and thank it for carrying you through life. Look into the mirror and say " I love you" . When you extend love and acceptance to your body you will give it the care that it deserves. Try. Just try to eat well, to rest, to drink water and to embrace your body as it is. You are beautiful.
The bonus one: Dance to your tune
Do life the way you see fit. Walk barefoot if you like. Be a vegan in June and devour steaks in July. Be a Catholic Buddhist . Sleep during the day and work at night. Watch cartoons and drink wine. Drive a truck and listen to jazz. Wear clothes that don't match. Wear a weave while growing an afro. You don't owe anybody an explanation. Define yourself , create and recreate yourself as often as you need to. You are alive. Live.
Restore yourself to the magnificence that your Creator meant for you to be. Everything that you wish to be...you already are!
This is me. I will soon be 35. In the last 15 years I have been screwed so many times . I have been rejected, lied to , dismissed and neglected. I wasn't always the victim. Sometimes, in fact quite often I rejected, lied to, dismissed and neglected myself. I am a size 38 and I'd rather not be. I struggle with my weight but I am fully aware that I am beautiful. I fall in and out of credit card debt seasonally. Some of my life choices still tie my stomach into knots. I work myself into a ball of anxiety at least once a month. I suffer from insomnia. I am not always confident. But, I am here, I breathe slowly and mindfully. I love deeply and I am deeply loved. I know how to take care of the people I love. I am a giver and I have finally learnt how to receive. I am smart and witty and I crack a mighty good joke. I do life and I do it well. I sing my own song and I dance (with very little coordination) to my own tune. I love it! I say thank you everyday . I know who I am and I know that the good Lord aint done with me yet! I am here!
Saturday, 23 September 2017
Monday, 17 July 2017
My Ray Chikapa Phiri
Mashadi : Mr Ray Chikapa Phiri
Chikapa: My Daa-ling! MyShadi
Mashadi: Chikapa. How are you?
Chikapa: I'm talking to you. Life is good! Talk to me Shadi...
Eight years ago, on a hot Polokwane afternoon I met Chikapa. It was a Saturday. I was 26 years old and didn't think too much about the future. I couldn't have imagined that tomorrow would never be the same again. Tomorrow and today thereafter became the realest of fairy tales. I worked with Stimela, yes the whole band, I met them all. My task was to interview them and write short biographies about each member and then about Stimela itself. For two months of my young life, without a day off, I lived and breathed Stimela, Everything I know about Ray Phiri...he told me himself.
I too was surprised when the project finished and Chikapa kept in touch with me. He insisted that I stay. He said " Your heart is in the right place Shadi. Learn,lalela (listen), this is how Stimela works..." and this conversation went on until he could no longer come to the phone.
I am not able , at this point to talk about this extraordinary friendship. My feelings are untidy . I need to distill them first. Identify with them and then I will be able to express them. For now I'll tell you what I now about my friend:
Ray Chikapa
Phiri
Mashadi
Mathosa
He wore a round copper bracelet
A soft cotton T-shirt
Pageboy hat
Denim jeans and
Converse All Stars
He took his coffee black
And his tobacco strong
He loved a blended red wine
And his cognac on ice
He sat with his left leg crossed over his right
Sometimes with his chin in his hand
He nodded again and again in agreement
And pressed his lips together
He loved to look up
He joked with school boy charm
And laughed with teenage mischief
Breaking into a cough
Fisting his right hand
Arching his back
And laughing some more
And never forgot a thing
He loved listening to music
And knew all of it
Take your time!
Think!
Let’s Talk!
Lalela!
Take it easy!
Inspired
By Father,
Dancing marionettes,
By Love,
Life,
By you.
He bared his Soul
He left nothing unsaid
He belted out his feelings
He gave us all he had
Asked us questions and
Gave us the answers.
“I’m having fun”
The resident chef
The bottom-less pit of stories
The guitar strumming genius
Always left the party in full-swing
“Are you afraid to die?”
“No. Dying is a release”
“Why should I be afraid?”
"Don't be afraid Shadi"
"I've given you everything"
He is Frankie and he is Jonase
The dreamer
The master
The channel
The friend
The father
The lover
The superstar
He is the Highland Drifter
“I can see shooting stars writing my name”
Ray Chikapa Phiri
2009 , At my parent's house in Turfloop |
Recommended for MyShadi, The art of loving. 2010, La Toscana Polokwane |
2010, at the SABC Studios in Polokwane |
2015, with our friend Lethabo at his home in Nelspruit. It was was the 12th of July. |
Friday, 12 May 2017
The things Sarah helped me remember
Sarah quit her job as my domestic worker on the second day of this year . We hadn't had a disagreement or anything like that. In fact the last time I'd seen her I had given her a Christmas bonus and paid her for days she hadn't worked. The agreement was that she would come back on the first working day of January to catch up on some laundry and cleaning. Standard. I phoned her to wish her a happy new year and to remind her that I was expecting her. She simply said "I'm not coming back" , As it were,she had stumbled on a life altering opportunity during the festive season and had decided to go with it. It turns out there is a road construction near her village and she had been enlisted as a road-fixer-lady. I of course have no issue with her decision only that she had hadn't informed me of her change of plans . So there I was baskets full of laundry and the aftermath of having hosted the New Years Eve party.
So, I did what any level headed 30-something would do...I filled a glass of wine to the brim and started cleaning. As I went through piles of worn-only -once jeans, water stained glasses, dust filled shelves, sofa stealing coins, insect coffin carpets that hadn't been touched once in six months, I came face to my face with myself.
I realized for the first time since moving into my house that I took so much for granted.
I remembered how much I had fought for have this house. A little under five years ago the bank had almost refused to finance me for a house. I in turn refused to accept their refusal . We had to bargain from there. The bank said they'd only give me a loan if I paid a deposit amounting to 10% of the total amount. I had some saving but I had plans for a renovation and I was not going to give up my dreams of a Nate Berkusesque makeover. Damn...don't they watch Oprah? So, I took the shady deal they offered me, singed countless affidavits that I was good for the money even though I was not married, paid exorbitant amounts in bond registration and lawyers fees and three months later I had a house.
Now for the renovations. It was like a scene from those BBC Lifestyle makeover shows. I dug out the tiles and stripped the walls. Light fixtures , window treatments and even the stove were donated to whoever wanted them. I had spent no less that a year dreaming and visualizing my country style home. I had a year's worth of decor magazines with the theme. I read and made notes from books I loaned at the public library and spent hours on end collecting items that would suit 'the look of and feel' of my new home. These included soliciting a fireplace from my parents and digging through my granny' storeroom for her old dining room suit. (Now you must understand my granny is hoarder so there was another scene for another BBC lifestyle show) .
When Sarah quit I had to fix my house not realizing that I was being reminded of my Mikenos!
I took me months to get that house together and boy did I make memories there. Those we the best days...I created a home, not only for myself but for my friends and family as well. Oh if those walls could talk.. The joy, the laughter, the tears and the DRINKS.
Her name was Lavender Blue: Mikenos Manor...the home I built for us!
When Sarah quit I had to fix my house not realizing that I was being reminded of my Mikenos!
I took me months to get that house together and boy did I make memories there. Those we the best days...I created a home, not only for myself but for my friends and family as well. Oh if those walls could talk.. The joy, the laughter, the tears and the DRINKS.
Her name was Lavender Blue: Mikenos Manor...the home I built for us!
It's not you, it's me
There is no easy way to this. I've been seeing someone else. I fell in love and I just could not contain myself. So , for months now , behind your back I've been involved in a love affair. Taking every chance that I could to be in that space. To nestle in the warm embrace, to retreat and dream about this whole new world. I'm quite certain you felt , my daze.
It's not you, it's me. I love you; I'm just not in love with you anymore. I gave you the best day of my life and my figure too. There's no point in holding on to something that no longer serves either one of us. I know you feel this too. I'm not hurting your feelings am I? Sorry sugar but its time for me to move on.
Its not you, its me. When you found me I was a child . In essence you made me. You groomed me, taught me everything , made me a cute bad ass; I wouldn't be me if you were not you. And look at me now, grown up and sure enough to leave you with ease. Its not you, its me.
Its not you,its me. I will love you always. And in some ways I will always be yours. And without doubt I'll come back to you every once in a while because I know who I am . You are my root and I love you but there's plenty more for me out there. Set me free.
Its not you , it's me. Let me devour this new love, Let me explore and exploit it, We will create a story more magical and more prolific because of what you sowed in me. Wish me well. My wings are spread out wide.
It's not you, it's me, Dear Polokwane I 've moved to Pretoria.
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