Bloganuary Day 26
Today’s prompt: What language do you wish you could speak?
Do I have to choose just one? There are actually quite a few that I wish I could speak. South Africa has 11 official languages and I am only fluent in one. 🤯 I have a basic appreciation for Afrikaans and I can greet in Zulu and Sotho. I love Sotho though and would love to learn it. To my ear it can be quite lyrical and I love the way the Sotho’s roll their R’s. I do need to learn Zulu as it will help me understand a large portion of our consumers.
There are 5 other languages that I would love to learn.
Languages that would serve me well in the rest of Africa are French, Portuguese, Arabic and Swahili. I have always wanted to learn French so I have finally started on Duolingo this month. It’s starting to get more difficult but I am up for the challenge. I love the romantic nature of it. I also love Arabic. It’s also quite a lyrical language, well to my ear anyway, so I enjoyed listening to people speak it. The Arabs also strike me as very passionate people and I can hear it their language. I loved interacting with Egyptians in particular. They have such awesome energy and are very down to earth.
Spanish is the other language that I would love to learn. Spanish speakers are so expressive and they seem to speak with the bodies as well when they are passionate about something or angry. I watched the first 10 minutes of Money Heist dubbed in English and then I had to switch to Spanish with subtitles. English just doesn’t work with their body language and facial expressions.
Well that’s it from me. Au revoir!
Bloganuary Day 25
Today’s Prompt: What is a song or poem that speaks to you and why?
I love the sassiness of Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise”. Whenever I read it, I read it her voice simply because I love the way she recited it. It speaks to me on so many levels. I have been bullied. I have cried my heart out because I had not been invited to events by friends to protect the ego of another who was insecure about me. I have been looked down upon because I am a single mum and because I am not rich. Then of course there is the fact that I am a female and a person of colour working in the corporate world in a country where I am not black enough for some and of course, not white enough for others.
When I read this poem, I am reminded that despite all this, I still rise. I am able to stand on my own two feet and create a home for my son as a start. I know I do not do it alone. God has my back and surrounds me with the most amazing people to keep me rising and it is because I have to realise this, I can now walk confidently through life.
Still I Rise
BY MAYA ANGELOU
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
"Still I Rise" from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.
Bloganuary Day 24
Today’s Prompt: How do you show love?
I would say that there are 2 ways that I show love largely. I love to give friends and family little gifts. Nothing extravagant though. For example, I work for an FMCG company that owns a lot of different personal care and household brands. There is always a product that friends and family say they love so I make sure I take them that product whenever I visit them. It brings me great joy to see the look of delight on their faces. Sometimes the gift is not a physical item. I also enjoy taking people to places that they have never been before or sharing an experience that is new to them.
The other way I show love is by sharing my knowledge. I love to see people grow and if there are any tools I can give them to get them to the next wrung, then I will do so. I have learnt that I should only help when asked or else the seeds will fall on rocky ground. I will then get frustrated and the other person will still be merrily on their way. It’s not their fault though as they didn’t really want the help in the first place.
I am not a physical person as it’s not how I was brought up but I promised myself when my son was born that I would not raise him that way. We also didn’t say “I love you” very often in our family and I vowed that wouldn’t happen with my son as well. We say “I love you” to each other every day and especially when we are parting ways for the day and hugs are given freely when needed or requested.
That’s me for today. How do you show love?