A thousand words should suffice

 

 

 

 

Khensani

..Hope & Prayers.

I pray that the tears our mothers shed,

Rain (reign) in our hearts.

That the tears simmer into our stretch marks,

and restore what our fathers take from us.

I hope the tears act like rivers of direction,

of hope, 

of renewed spirits,

and trust.

I pray our mothers don't cry in vain, 

and I hope it's not just from a place of pain,

but of love.

an above type of love.

N,

xx

Daring to Hope

Remarkable people have the guts to hope. The audacity to expect something from the world knowing that they are going to contribute to the world. These people understand why one can interchange the words hope, wish, pray, and dream. And perhaps many more words.

Exposing your dreams and hopes out there into the world not only validates them but gives you a deadline of sorts. Most common way of doing so is praying. In the process of praying one makes their dreams and hopes vulnerable. Open to failure or success. Open to scrutiny. Open to praise.

Today, I want to pray. I want to hope. I want to wish. I want to want. And I want to expose that to everyone. I want to be a remarkable person. So here goes...

Let's start lightly. I wish to get an HTC phone. One with more megapixels than my fingers can count. and maybe a laptop. No...I can deal without these..maybe:)

I hope you are still reading...thank you.

I wish that a few years from now...a few decades from now, I still find my skin beautiful. I wish that when I stare at the cells that form this chocolate organ of mine, I still marvel at the ability of the African Sun. I hope to look beyond the stretch marks and blemishes, and see beauty once more. I hope to never tire of this beauty.

I hope that I won't stop getting glass eyes when I hear stories from  the Apartheid era. I wish that I still get a headache when contemplating the horrors in the horn of Africa. I want to be able to empathise forever. 

I want more mistakes...learning opportunities.
I hope to still have a personality. likes and dislikes.
I want haters and lovers.
I want life. An ever-changing one.

I don't want to stop crying. I want to feel everything like it is the first time. I want to experience everything purely. And I believe that tears are the recognition of pure emotion. Therefore I don't want to stop crying. I want to have tears of joy, I want to feel salty water tremble down my face as my body rocks back and forth from laughter, I want to cry because I'm sad...and angry too.

I think about World Peace. 

I dream of a Khensani who is a successful businesswoman. A woman with influence. A woman who fosters change for the better. I hope that I will never think that these are ideals of a naive woman. I Pray that these will never be dubbed impossible ideals. 

I wish to travel the whole of Africa and the rest of the World. I wish to learn another African language. I wish to be more African. I pray to understand this blessed continent. 

I think about corruption in my country, my continent, my world.

I want to be understood.

I pray that I will be loved. I pray that I will have it in me to allow this love to come to me. I pray for truth in my relationships. I pray for purity. I dream about the ability to lose myself in the possibility of existing alongside someone with no insecurities and strings attached. I pray to love. 

I pray for meaningful friendships with strangers and family members

I pray..I wish...I cry for Happiness. For Fulfillment. For Growth.

I want to want more. I want to not be satisfied with where I am.

I wish to still have the need to freeze time and life with a single click of a camera (phone) button.
I hope that, even towards the end of my life, I still find heavenly beauty in music. I still sit and contemplate how the producer managed to capture this emotion with only beats and words (optional.). I still want to cry when a song makes sense in my life.

I yearn for more beauty in my life.

I hope to not feel naked after exposing myself like this. 

I hope that even if everything in my life goes badly I still have the audacity and the ability to hope. To expect something from the Universe.

Khensani

small beings in a Big World

Khensani

Smile, the end is actually the beginning.

"New Beginnings Make New Endings

With lots of life between

It's what you put into your life

It is not these other things.

You will never know

What lies ahead

Choosing not to dream, instead.

New Beginnings Make New Endings

with much success ahead

If gently and tenderly

You choose to love it day by day

And be thankful (for) its graces

You will find it to guide you

You will never be afraid.

New Beginnings Make New Endings.

Like nothing you've ever seen.

Just looking at a sewing needle

It’s not the eye of the needle

That makes the impression on you

But amazingly it is the the thread

That makes its appeal to you"

Poem by: Cecelia Weir

Much like Khensani, I have very few words of my own. It's been quite the day. The prominent thought though, is that of the end and that of new beginning.

Sitting here, I'm overwhelmed by the idea of first year in university being over, about moving out of the place that has been  my home for ten months and about saying goodbye to friends that have quickly become family.

But surprisingly, I'm drowning in excitement. Soon, it'll be a new year. A second chance at everything. I've always thought of a new year as God handing us a new book, a new pen and an eraser. The book is where memories, lessons, fears and success will be written on by the pen filled with experience and wisdom. The eraser, of course, is to right all our wrongs.

Have a lovely week, everyone!

N,

xx

Cheers To The End

I've no words...just pictures today. These are taken from where I live. I'm reminiscing about my experiences in Cape Town so far. I'm going home soon.

What is up with the world when endings make us sad and the beginning of something makes us scared?
Life is just a whirlwind of oxymorons, really.

Another thing about endings or last times is the scrumptious taste of memories. Bad and Good. I get incoherent around this time of the year...it must be the prospect of saying goodbye to new loved ones and hello to old loved ones.

So here are a series of humanless pictures. Celebrating the end.

So much for no words.

Khensani

The Truth In Its Purest Form

Jo'burg City Centre

The truth. These are pictures of the same place. Taken within the same minute. Yet they show different elements of the Johannesburg landscape. Which one represents the true Johannesburg? That would be the second picture for me. No one and Nothing is completely beautiful and organised. We are all a little of everything. And so, it is more realistic to have less pretty elements to your composition. The funny thing is that the "less pretty" elements have not diluted the beauty of the second picture. It makes the second picture more believable.

Why is that so easy to be seen when spoken about in theory? Why can't we apply that to ourselves? Why do we struggle to accept the True Khensani and instead try our hardest to be and to show the world the Bearable Khensani. As much as the people who you love should be told the truth to validate their worth; you should know the true you because you are worth that much atleast. Do you not trust yourself enough to show yourself the tiniest shred of your being? Why do you hate the whole you?

It's the truth. It's ugly sometimes, overwhelming the next few times and perhaps fulfilling the last few times. 

And then you see the whole picture, and then you understand the full scope of Johannesburg, and then you love the real you (the whole you).

When you are in a relationship ( friendship and all the rest) , you expect to get to know the whole person. That can only happen if  said person doesn't lie to you. We are permanently in a relationship with ourselves, tell Yourself the truth about yourself. The Truth in its Purest Form is the truth told to oneself. Once you feel yourself worthy of knowing the whole you, will you be able to show others the whole you. Then it gets into a rhythm of truth between you and another person. 

And hopefully a song will come out of that. Or an album if you are lucky. A musical career if you are blessed.

Khensani

The Truth; Mine, Yours & The Difference.

(The) Truth, has been defined by the Oxford dictionary as "that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality" and "a fact or belief that is accepted as true".

Let's travel back in time just a bit. Think of that one time when you were six, nine or even thirteen. That exact moment when you were handed your first bike, or given your first Barbie doll or even your first cellphone. It felt amazing, didn't it? Just that feeling of knowing that you were deserving of something so precious and even better, it was meant just for you.

For me, that's what truth is; a gift that is handed to you. It is a testament of your worth to someone because they're basically saying they trust you enough to share even the tiniest shred of their being with you. And once you return the favor, that becomes the tune of what exists between two people. It's trust, it's the solid foundation that then becomes the basis on which a relationship (be it friendship, a relationship or even marriage) is allowed to blossom.

Now I realize it's not always as clear cut as I make it seem. Often we find ourselves not telling the truth because we're trying to protect those we care about from the reality of situations. And sometimes, equipping them with the truth could do more harm than good. I understand that entirely but what I also understand is the feeling that festers within an individual once they discover they've been lied to.

Earlier this week, my gift of truth was taken away from me by someone who meant quite a bit to me. In retrospect, I realize that it  was the absence of the truth that pierced through. It was knowing that I wasn't trusted enough, wasn't thought of as deserving enough, to be told the truth. And the feeling I felt was too similar to when my favorite childhood gift, the red, yellow and blue clock, fell to the floor in a million pieces.

The million pieces are the trust that is shattered. 

The pieces can never make the clock whole again.

The pieces can never restore the trust.

N,

xx

In the beginning...

Greetings

I'm not sure who I am greeting...but for now i'll just find solace in knowing that Nozie will read this. Welcome to the blog that will show the snapshot of the thoughts that are rummaging through our minds. I think a lot but I rarely have the perfect words to encapsulate my thoughts therefore Nozie will do words and I will do photographs. Don't find it strange if the roles are reversed though; we are women of many talents.

Two African Seeds. After many days going crazy about our name, this one made the most sense. The short one (Nozie) is from Botswana and I South Africa. We are people who seem to have an opinion on many a topic and go crazy for anything that is linked with "back in the day/ old school" yet we are not afraid to admit  that we are just young seeds under the glorious African Sun, waiting for time, experience and this continent's sun rays to allow us to blossom.

In saying that we are different from the rest, we become like everyone else. So, we aim to be different in admitting that we are the same. We are just Raindrops in a Storm. We have no domain though...we will discuss everything. 

To grow, seeds need rain and sunlight. These Two African Seeds will share their journey with you and hopefully, you will enjoy it.

Bisous
Khensani

p.s If that was not as good as you expected I'll just stick with the photographs okay

The Very First One..

We finally did it! 

I don't know how long Khensani and I have been contemplating this blog. For days, we sat and pondered on titles, on content and whether or not this was even a viable or sensible thing to do. But here it is. We finally did it :) 

This blog is about Khensani and I; two friends in Cape Town. She's 19 and I'm 18. She's tall and I'm quite the short one. We're so similar yet so different and what brings us together the most is the equilibrium that we often find our minds and hearts in.

If you're reading this, thank you. This means quite a lot to the both of us. I speak for us both when I say I hope our blog bullies you, if not, may it prompt you to venture to places that you've been scared to go on your own.

Let's walk. Together.

N,

xx