Console me

I have to compete against some Locust Queen.

A play on an afrikaans word and one of the main game characters.

Day One

It was hard for me to bask in a spiritual infusion today, when my brain must’ve been trying to escape through my eye sockets, for all the pain I blinked back.

Hello Caffeine Dependency, you are such a bastard.

A website I was working on had its database eaten by some e-tokoloshe.

That translated into two full days of work having to be compressed into a couple of quicksand hours in order for us not to look like inept fools should some client surf over. This excluded the two hours of downtime we experienced due to the power being cut-off because someone was having a Marie Antoinette moment down at the municipality.

It takes a strong person to not want to smash up the internet and unleash an inner Gustav on anyone within arms reach.

I am not a strong person.

I tried to smile, and I failed.

The frustration and the physical fatigue gave my aura the brown-colour wash of a party-pooper. I could see relief iron out the wrinkles on my boss’ face when I asked to leave early.

I admit the juggling is a feat and I’m trying very hard to keep work, pray and kitchen in smooth circles up in the air.

But this is only Day One. I have an entire month (and beyond) to work out my arms.

And there is something truly magic and complete about breaking your fast with someone who builds your world.

well, 'one' of the reasons.

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and it begins...

It's quite surreal how one just slips into domesticity and all-round wifey-ness. It feels like I've been here all my life.

I'm still in that eager-to-please mode, bombarding The Other with msn missives; "Was your breakfast still warm? Were the eggs fine? Was lunch ok or did I overdo the tomato sauce? Are the leftovers from your mum fine for supper? etc etc etc".

No worries, that kak will soon end;)

I thought getting married meant suddenly acquiring an adult-mindset. I'm still playing house, and it is great fun.

just hours from forever

At 6pm today, my world changes its orbit.
And I'm ready for it.


A grand prize of a bottle of fennel sweets wrapped in not-so-ghagha goldish organza will be dispatched to the first person to spot 5g33k's initial in the henna pattern.

Those singular moments of plural possibility...* **

...sometimes visit upon us when we're at our most unreceptive.

We shall refer to him as Significant-Geek or sg33k for brevity. This is what I call him when I'm trying to be cute or ironic. That or "Hey Pumpkin, you're Smashing!" Which is as emo as we get.

Sg33k's an interesting fella. Incredibly talented and hard-working, he's so focused it makes me sick. Because I'm as batty and scatter-thunk as they come. If I had a second's worth of his drive, I'd be on book four and a half.

Sg33k's also a challenge (not challenged. Although when he laughs sometimes, he has that special person look...) And I know that when he reads over that, he's going to say "bleh". That's just the kind of guy he is. A guy who says "bleh" a lot. And a guy who reads blogs. Sometimes this blog. That's kinda how we met. But I won't go into that. He's not into mush and sentiment, but he did get me my very own domain to which I gush, "You had me at www...".

So as I was saying...
singular moments blah blah
...sometimes visit upon us when we're at our most unreceptive.

'Quite smoking dammit', 'Get off facebook', 'You know, he just may be the One'; those missives hit you like hailstones in the highveld, chipping and denting, indelibly.

It only takes that moment for volumes within you to displace in eureka-fashion, sans, we hope, the running through the streets of Syracuse naked.

I've just had that moment.

And it's terrifying. Because even though the possibilities are vast and unmeasurable, it's like continental drift. The pieces can go anywhere, but back.

And now I've gone and blogged it.

There's no such thing as The One. But there is The One you choose.

And yeah, I guess I've chosen.

Bleh.




*alternative post title "the yin, the yang, and everything after" -credits to Bobby Dentist.
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