Shonisani's Seeds

OTHER ˈʌðə/ verb gerund or present participle: othering view or treat (a person or group of people) as intrinsically different from and alien to oneself I want to dabble a bit on people who insist on blindly and willfully ostracizing other people. Speaking as a person who enjoys almost nothing more than meeting new people , i find it absolutely silly (we don't use this word enough) to be walking around with a "stank" face, thinking that the world owes you something ! Grow up,  WE'RE NOT HERE FOR THAT . Here's the thing about "othering" people when you live in a planet that has 6 billion (and counting ) OTHER people in it : It's pointless, it's just as time consuming and useless as teaching old people how to play 30 seconds, It's just as draining as reading the comment section of the News 24 website, and, It just makes no sense. Obviously we're all different ,  ...

Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance. Confucius It's so hard not to let other peoples opinions cloud your judgement , Some people are so persuasive. To the point where, you completely abandon your own thoughts on the matter, and adopt some warped view of what "the truth" is. The worst is when you're brain washed not only by you're own ignorance,  but when you're also soaking in the ignorance of others. That creates a layer of " Medieval filth " around your energy. (You know, cause in Medieval times they only bathed like once a month,  and when they did, they all used the same water). Yeah it's an elaborate metaphor,  But you get my point.  You know I swear some people wake up in the morning just to impose their filth on everyone, with the sole purpose of not learning anything new. Those are the worst people. They are right up there with the Party Poopers and the Energy...

Write about what you know,    Write about what you know,  Write about what you know,  Is that why autobiographies are so heavily produced in the world?  I mean if you have a story to share, By all means share it. I just feel like writing an autobiography should be filed under the definition of subjectivity.  It's almost impossible to look at yourself from an objective point of view, Especially when it's pertaining to your personality  You call them quirks , They call them annoying little things about you, You call it passion , They call it aggression  You call intellect , They call it obnoxious, channels get intertwined and misunderstandings form, naturally. So there's something in between what you portray and how people perceive you to be, There's something there, A filter of sorts, and it's not necessarily a good thing if it can misconstrue your quirks, passion and...

We do not remember days, we remember moments. -  Cesare Pavese Sometimes in a mere moment i miss you more than I've ever missed you, i crave you more than an introvert needs coke, more than a virgin needs the poke , more than Jacob Zuma needs Grade 5 more than 5 is alive, more than a bee visits it's hive, more than a criminal needs to hide, more than a secret is to confide, But i won't pick up the phone because of pride, both yours and mine. Sometimes in a mere moment your eyes symbolize every way in which i empathize  your loss of me , because i am the epitome of happy. My love for you reigns free, through the veins of false victory , opportunities desist then seize, because i know you're still dreaming of me. Some time in a mere moment you became a figment of my past, a love that was supposed to last, the season changed but it's still overcast, the build up before it's time to break the fast, ...

I can't use my heart to measure the volume of my love for you because it's not enough,  rather let me use the nerves that awaken all over my skin with a simple one of your hugs, Mom, thanks to you, I've always believed in magic, but when i grew up beside you, my beliefs materialized. Sometimes i find myself kneeling at my bed, praying in thanks, praying in tears, praying to keep you,  Mom. A single one of your glances can send me into intermission, i look at you and i see the best of  what i can be, Mom. I look at you and i can see the point in all of this madness we call life. That's how i know you're more than just a woman : Mom, you are the magic. From the way you wake me up by blasting your favourite gospel songs in the mornings  (at 5am, Lord Knows why you're always up so early), singing your lungs out,  expressing yet simultaneously spreading your infectious joy around the house, Mma, without realizing it, with ...

Ever think about the consequences of your actions ? Like actually buckle down and think about the results of the countless decisions you make on a daily basis? Sometimes I do and I won't lie, it's scary. You sit there just wondering why it is you do the things you do , Is it because you didn't use your "Prejudice Shield" (yeah I decided it's a thing now) or is it because you did? This is all part of that "adult-ing" thing i was talking about, "your decisions will matter in the bigger picture", i can't tell you how many times I've heard that, we're basically being told, (in a nutshell), we're living for the future , regarding what we wear, what schools we attend,  what cars we drive, what people we date : Decisions, decisions, decisions. While we're young they're mostly short term decisions, almost like when my mom made me do little chores around the house wh...

Feelings are a lot like the human digestive system , of course some foods are easily digestible, but others constipate you. Deep seeded feelings are the red meat of the digestive system, and you can't really digest red meat, it just rots in your colon (like for real, go look it up). Still with me? Let's break it down (Pun extremely intended) . I just find no use in not feeling what you need to feel when you need to feel it. Feelings aren't a doggy-baggable (yup, that's a word now) type of substance. Those things will creep back into your life somehow and haunt you to your core, then you'll be stuck saying things like : " i don't know why i'm always so sad lately ". Well, one reason could be because you decided to burden your future self with your past selves baggage , instead of just feeling what needed to be felt at the time it needed to be felt. When you hear the words move on , you immediately assume that that ...

There is no sincerer love than the love of food. -   George Bernard Sh aw I really think i can take this food critic game to a WHOLE nother level. Today i encountered a picture of a burger, oh but this was no ordinary burger . no, no. This burger sat there so majestically, i had to name her, Patty . (ha!  As always, pun extremely intended) Dear Patty, Let me try and describe to you how you make me feel, Objectively, you represent gluttony, Patty but not to me, i am mesmerized by the idea of how you could taste, i am so mesmerized that i can almost smell you, Starting with the fresh little seeds that are  evenly spread across the top layer of your all encompassing bun, drenched in what seemed to be a complex mixture of sauces that i personally don't have domestic access to, the type of sauces that make you want to leave your house, stand in a line and order you Patty, using money that i'll definitely need for something else ( something far more...

Isn't it funny how life goes? I mean seriously, isn't it just so drop dead hilarious? There are moments where i question everything, i feel like people my age, ( 90s kids , by the way) i feel like, especially in South Africa, we were born with a lot on our shoulders . We were literally about 2 or 3 years old when Nelson Mandela was released from prison, therefore inadvertently the torch was passed on to us, immediately , from birth, from day one , to carry on a legacy of something we new nothing about. Do you see where the problem is? Because to me, right now, it seems bright as day. One could argue that the gift in our generation is not experiencing the tortures of the past. Yes! Sure, solid argument .  Great. However, all we have known from birth is the residual anger, blame, hate, and pain left behind by all the tortures experienced from our parents, therefore we are experiencing our own type of torture in a sense, which maybe no...

- sitting and writing and letting your thoughts bleed out on a page is so therapeutic, you should give it a try, it may be your thing . Sometimes i sit and think about the constraints of right and wrong , I get that society needs guidelines for appropriate interaction, but sometimes it feels like this "appropriacy" (yes, i make up words, but you'll get used to it) is choking people, stopping people from being their true beautiful natural selves and in turn, these guidelines are a way of shooting ourselves in the foot. yes,  the short term goals are attractive,  you know people not killing each other all willy nilly and all.  Great. But in the long term,  isn't society just churning out the same group of people over and over again? Where's the progress in that? It is said that we live, we learn and we grow . But we can only truly grow after making some sort of mistake, and making a mistake constitutes as doing something wrong ...

"The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak" - Hans Hofmann What we define as unnecessary is a reflection of our priorities, people claim to have a whole lot in common but when it comes priorities, it is scary to think that the same person who would put money before love is someone that you may find relatable with the omission of course,  of that little humanity defining fact.   We are always in a hurry to get to know each other,  i think it is because we want to get it out the way  so that we can make our judgement about the person,  and decide whether they get to participate in our lives or not. Time is of the essence, life's short bla bla bla, you get it . We're on a clock here. So I know it's frowned upon by society to be prejudice but i really think it is a defense mechanism more than anything else, built to protect ourselves from creeps and energy drainers alike.  ...