Thursday, August 21, 2014
Bon Jovi concert with my brother
Bon Jovi concert with my brother
11 May 2013
Epic performance is an understatement!!!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
When I'm Gone - by Mrs. Lyman Hancock
In memory of my baby bro'
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile
Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day
Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best
In memory of my baby bro'
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile
Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day
Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Loss...
I don't know if I have processed it yet. I guess not. Not really sure what to write really... How does one ever capture loss? I guess you can't. You can only feel it. Process it. Work through it. And someday heal and live through it. Forever missed
Friday, August 15, 2014
Sicelo Phiri (Forever missed)...
SICELO EDWIN PHIRI 23 March 1991-16 July 2014 (23yrs old)
Sicelo is my baby brother. I guess he WAS my baby brother. "WAS" just sounds so past tense, as if he never existed... I am the eldest at home, 2nd is my sister and then him. When we were kids, I guess my sister and I were tired of being the only girls at home and needed some spicing up of the family dynamics. So we asked our parents to bring us a baby brother. His name can be loosely translated to "a plea" or "a request" from us "asking" our parents for a baby brother = ISICELO. When I was 11 years and my sister was 9, he made his grand entrance. This is a true story by the way...
Sicelo was born with a love for music, computers, animals and farming. He was a self taught website developer, photographer, a passionate lyricist, poet, animated graphics illustrator, hip hop head and a rock star in his own right. He was by far the coolest and meanest air guitar player I've ever met.
Sicelo was never one to complain but a gentle and polite soul. He listened and reflected more than he spoke. He was quite, generally shy but always curious. He took after our late father in so many ways. As soon as you peel off the layers, you'd discover a gem, his quick wit and a deep seated sense of humour. He was a good handy man around the house, always finding innovative ways to do things better and fixing electrical appliances (this was a gift from our late father). But he was also a restless soul, always searching and seeking to make sense of his life. Smart about the use of creative words, however clueless about life. Always in a hurry, but never on time...
We are eternally grateful for the love, friendship, laughter and the bond we shared. Lord, please keep him safe under the shadow of Your wings. Thank You very much for lending him to us for 23 years. May Afrika's soil cocoon her son in peace...
Baby bro' you will forever be missed. May your soul finally find perfect peace...
Ee sehlabelo saka ke nna ka sebele. Jesu Morena waka o se amohele.
Sicelo is my baby brother. I guess he WAS my baby brother. "WAS" just sounds so past tense, as if he never existed... I am the eldest at home, 2nd is my sister and then him. When we were kids, I guess my sister and I were tired of being the only girls at home and needed some spicing up of the family dynamics. So we asked our parents to bring us a baby brother. His name can be loosely translated to "a plea" or "a request" from us "asking" our parents for a baby brother = ISICELO. When I was 11 years and my sister was 9, he made his grand entrance. This is a true story by the way...
Sicelo was born with a love for music, computers, animals and farming. He was a self taught website developer, photographer, a passionate lyricist, poet, animated graphics illustrator, hip hop head and a rock star in his own right. He was by far the coolest and meanest air guitar player I've ever met.
Sicelo was never one to complain but a gentle and polite soul. He listened and reflected more than he spoke. He was quite, generally shy but always curious. He took after our late father in so many ways. As soon as you peel off the layers, you'd discover a gem, his quick wit and a deep seated sense of humour. He was a good handy man around the house, always finding innovative ways to do things better and fixing electrical appliances (this was a gift from our late father). But he was also a restless soul, always searching and seeking to make sense of his life. Smart about the use of creative words, however clueless about life. Always in a hurry, but never on time...
We are eternally grateful for the love, friendship, laughter and the bond we shared. Lord, please keep him safe under the shadow of Your wings. Thank You very much for lending him to us for 23 years. May Afrika's soil cocoon her son in peace...
Baby bro' you will forever be missed. May your soul finally find perfect peace...
Ee sehlabelo saka ke nna ka sebele. Jesu Morena waka o se amohele.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Volcano about to erupt
My journey begins with thoughts that propel me to greater heights. Joy finally. For the freedom and adventure always buried and yearned for. It’s been brewing under the surface, now like a volcano it’s about to erupt. I can no longer silence and quieten my dreams…
I feel so much at peace with my decision. Finding my God given purpose and following it to the ends of the world. I want freedom from material baggage. Who needs 3 bedrooms when you only use one? A double garage, when you only have one car. Do I use a different door depending on my mood? A huge backyard you hardly go outside to.
So I want to be break free. I need to detox my system, declutter my home & life, minimise, keep things I really love and need. My prized possessions are my books, family pictures and music. No more baggage. Ask myself what makes me happy? What do I need for my life? I have always wanted peace of mind. Writing gives me that sense of peace. My dream is within my grasp. The question is am I ready to live my life, no limits, not by comfortable standards but a life of purpose?
It’s never too late to make mistakes, be silly, let down your hair and just be. Live in the moment and not carry the whole world on your shoulders. Wondering who will take care of things while I pursue my dreams. Who will do this or that. God gave us all an assignment, I cannot carry yours out for you. I cannot give you fish, you need to learn to fish for yourself. My legacy may not remain in monuments, statues, books of history and big mansions. But t will live in the hearts of those I love. Now is the time for me to pursue my dreams. Ignorance may be strength. But once you know what you need to do, it’s hard pleading ignorance.
* Win the lotto and quit corporate (hee hee hee)
* Travel, volunteer in the rest of Africa - Connect with international NGO’s, work and travel
* Community development work – children, youth, women and communities
* Writing to capture my travels and their struggles and phenomenal unsung heroes who didn’t make the history pages
Something Inside So Strong - Labi Siffre
The higher you build your barriers
The taller I become
The farther you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me
You can decide to turn your face away
No matter, cos there's....
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
The taller I become
The farther you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me
You can decide to turn your face away
No matter, cos there's....
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
The more you refuse to hear my voice
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you
Cos there's......
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you
Cos there's......
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
Something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just good not enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
When they insist we're just good not enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
Because there's something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Because there's something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
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