Winners of the ❤MYSTERY PRIZE GIVEAWAY❤

Hi ladies!

I am very surprised that nobody reminded me to announce the winners for our mystery prize giveaway on 2 January 2016!😲 Having too much fun there over the festive, have ya?😂

But firstly, Happy NEW Year and I trust you will all be keeping it together in 2016!😆 Secondly, I would like to thank everyone of you who partook in the Giveaway and who signed up to my blog whether directly via WordPress or via email! Each follow is much appreciated! Thank you! So  without further ado! Let us see who is our Mystery Prize winners!😀😍
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By random selection…. (yes, the question you had to answer was only to see who will be as selfish as me to want to have a whole day to themselves, and thank heavens I’m not alone!😂😀)
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❤FagmedaF
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Congratulations, ladies!!! Excitedness! 😃😀😃😄😆😆

So much fun doing this!😀

Please send me a private message on Facebook to claim your mystery prize! Please remember that you have to be staying in one of the areas as mentioned in the competition rules. Please allow 30 days for delivery! I hope you ladies will enjoy your prizes! 😊

So there we have it!😀 Once again, thank you for taking part and I am looking forward to writing the next blogpost!

Toodles!🌹

Don’t forget you are special!

My Little Pearls of Maybe-Wisdom😊

Today’s blog entry, my ladies, is me having a little fun with what I would like to crown as “My Little Pearls of Maybe-Wisdom!”😂 Yes, some of you might think I have got no idea what I’m talking about, some of you might think, “Hey, she’s got a point albeit wobbly!” In any event, I love women and it is my number one dream for all women to know their worth and to act accordingly because you deserve it! If I can make one woman feel good about herself each day of my life, then you can bury me with poison ivy panties tomorrow! Since i was young i have always had this Godly or Divine reverence towards women in general. Yes, some woman sometimes feel this “Queenly” reverence towards themselves, but that’s just stupid. I think i love women and their wellbeing so much because that is the kind of reverence my mother had for me. I equate motherly love with divinity and this divinity I equate to Womanhood, if you know what i mean and because of that it flows through to my daily life in my interaction with women in general. So, my ladies, i see you all as Queens.😊 I am one chromosome short of being gay, lol.
The main thing about this blog entry is actually to make you smile.😊 By no means am I dissing any of you or your choices… except point 10. I simply camnot negotiate on point 10! That shit’s nasty as hell! Now keep in mind, this article is for fun and to humor you. If you learn something from it, then I’m happy and if not, then at least smile.😊

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Smiling yet?😊

Anyhew, so I sat back for a few days and wondered how and where to start on this article and then I realized, the one thing that I am really bad at might actually help me formulate and order my thoughts this time: LISTS! I hate lists, I don’t do lists, and I never keep to the list (except when I pick a man for myself. That fool be ticking EVERY box on my list because I don’t do half ass cuntbags. I made that mistake once, and definitely twice shy!)

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In any event, I formulated a list of my thoughts regarding dating, relationships and our attitude towards ourselves and men when we are out there in the hunting field or in a comfy relationship (lol). What can we let slide and what deep shit should we definitely deal with in a relationship? You see, when I met that scoundrel (you know who), way back, ain’t nobody be warning me what I should look out for!

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And just so BTW:

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Anyway, Nobody gave me a list of what constitutes an asshole! Ain’t nobody was holding up a warning sign with flashing lights saying, “KEEP PAST THAT ASSHOLE>DO NOT PASS HOME>DO NOT COLLECT $200!”

I wish someone did! (Ok, maybe not, otherwise I would not have had my precious child😊).

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Anyway, here goes:

1. Ever found yourself next to a person in a train or bus and that person farts and then looks you right in the eye like it was you?

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If you were Ever in this situation then you would know the feeling of disgust, annoyance, embarrassment… now that is EXACTLY how you make a man feel when you keep texting or calling him even though the last time he showed interest in you was when Bomber jackets was still the In-thing. Let it go, hun. Don’t be nobody’s stinky, uncalled-for fart. If YOU have to text a guy twice in a row without response, LET IT GO. Move on to bigger and better penises. Trust me, he’ll wonder where you went or IF there was a plausible and reasonable explanation for his silence then he’ll text/call YOU and he will let you know…

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…and what if he never calls or text you back, you might ask? My fok, then it mos means he doesn’t Want you! So what you gonna do, send texts and call until Vodacom or MTN MAKES him like you???

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2. Most men enjoy hanging with the boys and going out (me gots no problem with that)… but if your man PREFERS to go places without you, then it is time to… wait for it… THINK! Ye, think! Think, why? Men who are really in love or care about their partner, prefer doing things With their loved one and even if they love their boys and the outside world, they Still prefer that you come… Of course there will be times where it will be plain crazy for you to be at a certain affair, but Don’t fool yourself by thinking it is normal if spouses or girlfriends or sidechicks and hoermeide is Never invited, hunnies! There is a REASON why that fella be out without you all the time – it is because he is DOING things that you would not approve of! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he be clinging to you like a cheap Christmas trimming every time, but what I am saying is, is that a man who PREFERS to do things without you is a man whose ass needs to be watched or dumped cause that fool is UP to something…

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3. Please don’t think your body or your looks is all you need to find a man. The last time I thought I had a nice body a sonofabitch dumped me pregnant, so Please don’t bargain on your curves? It is easy to Get a man when you have a nice body, but to Keep him, with your little empty, bubble brain, is the big question.

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A man (a real man) finds attractive more than just the junk in your trunk. A real man loves a woman that takes care of herself, that respects herself, a woman that can hold a conversation and hold her own. A real man finds attractive especially a woman who empowers herself, educates herself without finding excuses (like I fell pregnant or my goldfish died). Being real pretty but stupid really ain’t cute.

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Own up to the mistakes you have made in your past, dust yourself off and move the fuck on. We all make mistakes and it is in Your hands how and when you bounce back. If you think your body and looks is all you need to get through life then get ready to be replaced as soon as that shit starts drooping. Your best bet will be a mofo that posts more selfies than you do. (Ps: on that note, don’t trust a guy that posts a lot of selfies on social media – trust me, it’s Not to impress YOU) OR:

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And lastly, never play dumb to make a man feel manly.

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That shit don’t play on MY TV! If you need to play dumb to make a man feel good about himself then you might as well cut your brains out and plug it into your vagina cause you are now officially Thinking with it and you Shall pay the price!😂

4. If you met an asshole, be ready to sit with an asshole for however long you choose to. Us ladies have this fucked up theory that we can change a man…

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So here you come and think a perpetual asshole will just change overnight because what, he Love you so much? Don’t be naive now, hunnie.👍
There is no such thing as a perfect man, but there Is such a thing as an asshole and they seem to be rife these days.

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Although no one is too good to turn bad, as fuck does it take longer and a bigger effort for a person to go from bad to good. Do you really, seriously, do you REALLY have time for that shit, as a woman, Especially when our  neck skin starts showing signs of gravity around 35? Who the fuck has time to WAIT for a man to grow up or man up?!

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No ladies, if you are ready to settle, please don’t waste your time trying to convert an asshole into a heart shaped cookie. By the time that fool says right, you will be well on your way to retirement and his ass will be baked crispy and just right for some other bitch who happens to be at the right place at the right time. I can, however tell you, there IS a Mr. Perfect-for-you (one that you learn to love with all his flaws (although another woman won’t touch his ass with a ten-foot pole! Lmao!), but the point is, If a guy can’t be what you need him to be at Go-time or at least have workable qualities then let the fool go. (And when I say loving a man with all his flaws I don’t mean loving him with his taste for other women or beating on you. That’s not a flaw, that’s a weakness. Too many women don’t know the difference!). And a little side note:  If a man don’t feel the need to change for you all by himself, then you’re not the one, Hun. You can maar Believe it. As Kevin Hart says, there is also a horse with a horn on its head and it’s called a unicorn, don’t mean you can get you one. (Don’t know how it’s relevant to what I just said, but it sounds cool).

5. If you wear socks with flip flops it’s your problem. Don’t be asking ME why you can’t get laid. Yes, personality is a great attribute, but please don’t look like shit and expect Brad Pitt to fall for you. Slap on some mascara and lip gloss from time to time FFS! Now you come cry on Mamahood anonymously about the spark that’s gone from you relationship!😂 You can get half a spark back Just by brushing your damn hair! Looks are certainly not everything, but as fuck can you expect people to take you seriously if you wear sandals with long ass toe nails (when meeting someone new) or go to bed with a 3 day old pantie if u are in a relationship already. Look at it this way: As a child the wrapping of the gift got you excited before you even knew what was inside the box, right? Now the same with people in general when meeting someone new; they get excited over the wrapping and depending on what they really need or want, that determines how they feel about the contents of the wrapping. So see your looks as wrapping and what you’ve got to offer as the contents – and your contents should be self-respect, love, and humility, sense of self, confidence and self-love. Meaning, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF on the outside and that way you will attract excited little boys (or keep your current guy focused, lol) and once you reveal the awesomeness of your contents they’ll be like: “Da fuck I found my bae for right here!” Ain’t nobody interested to get to know or see your contents if your wrapping looks kak. And guess what, if a guy is ONLY attracted to your wrapping and have no interest in your contents, then save your contents and wrapping for a guy who is worth it. That’s the truth of the matter. But in general, Nobody likes a disheveled human being unless you are Johnny Depp.

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6. Learn something new Every day. No matter how busy you are with snotty kids or house work, always make sure you learn at least ONE new thing per day. Nothing screams sexy more than a woman that can talk senseful shit(I don’t know if senseful is a real word). Whether you are a stay at home mom or a career woman such as myself – DO shit, talk shit and especially do and talk shit that gives you a sense of purpose. READ, SERVE THE NET, TALK TO OTHER MOMS, MAKE SOMETHING WITH YOUR HANDS, BUT JUST DO SOMETHING! Even if playing with your kids all day gives you satisfaction and a sense of purpose then do all of that! If your kids are at school then play with Yourself! Just do anything that will make you learn or discover something new, albeit something about yourself or something new about the world – just make sure you LEARN something! Nothing makes a woman feel more worthless than a worthless piece of shit partner and not learning shit for long periods of time.

7. Don’t be afraid to be alone. Although most women won’t admit it, they’ll let a lot of shit slide because they are afraid of being alone. Trust me, you will attract the weirdest kak out there if you fill time and space with all kinds of creatures, because you are afraid of being alone. Or even worse, when you sit with a disrespectful, good for nothing, cheating motherfucker because you think they will do or get better than you if you leave or speak up. Hun, if you ever feel unhappy in a relationship but it scares you that your man will do better than you if you leave him or you are afraid of being alone, then consider this a fucking warning bell, because that is bullshit! Learn to LOVE yourself and then only can you be alone with yourself… and that probably won’t be for long, because I have learned that Real men are attracted to women who love themselves and who is not afraid to put their needs first and stand alone. Weak ass, control freak, narcissistic men prefer that you don’t. Nobody will give you love and respect if you yourself don’t even love and respect yourself. It’s like a fanny fart – no smell or purpose to it, just a sound that means fuck all, but is embarrassing as hell. Don’t sell yourself short. Trust me, you are missing out on your dream guy while you are entertaining Mr. Good-Fo-Nuthin’. And besides, even though YOU pretend not to see his trifling, cheating, disrespectful ways to make yourself feel better, do know that other people see and know… and they are laughing behind your back. And yes, they think you are stupid. Trust me.

8. Don’t let him flip the script on you and if he wants to leave let the brother leave – If there’s trouble in paradise, you either fight for him (if you know you’re full of shit) or let him GO if he’s the problem (and I mean the problem being unfaithfulness and disrespect, not you having PMS). LET.HIM.GO – It only means that shit was never meant to be. If you want to be that girl who can wait indefinitely for a man to treat you right, then you do that. Just don’t come crying to me if you hit 40 and he dumps you and gets engaged to a 22 year old barlady called Nikita while nobody wants your extra matured ass no more. I’m just saying.

Him and Nikita:

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You:

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Ever notice how men chase on shit and if u confront them dan is hulle die kwaadste and the most indignant like YOU did something wrong?

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So annoying! Girl, don’t let that fool flip the script on you! If he overstepped or did you wrong and he makes You feel like YOU did something wrong it is time to lay down the rules of the game. (But i can tell you it won’t work.😆) Look,If it’s about who left the fridge door open or whose turn it is to cook, then of course, don’t be tweezing fanny hairs about that, but if it’s about him staying out all night coming from who knows where and the moment you voice your disappointment or disapproval and then all of a sudden it is because of you that this or that happened – hunny, you might not want to hear it, but that fool is playing you. A wise woman once said (I think it was my mom), if a man wants to be with a woman, nothing in the world can keep him from her, but if a man don’t want a woman, nothing in the world will make him stay… So if you think getting pregnant (oldest trick in the book, lol!) or getting him to marry you will make him stay – keep dreaming.

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At some point when you least need or expect it that fool will up and leave your needy ass right on the couch with 4 kids under 5 years old.

9. Sucker for a bad boy? Aren’t we all? But look, if you’re like sixteen years old then that shit flies. But if you are a grown ass woman and
especially a mother then that’s just plain stupid and selfish.

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And besides, don’t be dragging your kids into your damn fantasies! The luxury of dating the bad boy goes out the fucking window the moment you have kids that looks up to you. Instead of having men walking through your front door like it’s KFC, Have the kind of man in your life that your little girl can look up to and can strife for one day. A man that stays and fights the good fight with you and not just ordering wings to go leaving your kids confused each time! Similarly, find a man that your son can look up to, especially if his own father is an asshole. It is plain fucking selfish to bring the bad boy up into your house, disrespecting shit and meaning fuck-all to your kids except making You feel good.

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It is not just about YOU ANYMORE. When I dated as a single mother I made sure that I date somebody that can be a potential father figure to my child. A person that she can look up to and that can be an example to her. When you have kids you must find a man for ALL of you, not just for yourself. You are a package and if a guy can’t accept that then ‘off he must fuck’, says Yoda. Yes sure, sometimes it’s nice to just be random with an oke, but then don’t bring the fool up into your house and into your kids’ personal space and lives! Look, sometimes finding a guy that ticks ALL the boxes seems impossible, but at least consider your children when you decide on who and what you bring into their lives. And please, just as you can’t change no ho into no housewife (actually you can,*wink*wink, lmao!) you can’t change a pig into Lassie, unless the pig Wants to be Lassie. It’s all fun and games until somebody falls in love or farts in bed, so make sure all parties to the game knows the rules and is on board! 😉 Do go head and refer to point 4.

And ladies, when you meet a new guy…. My mom used to say, you’ll lose him the way you Got him! So be careful now.😨 I don’t think I need to tell ya’ll this so I’ll just leave this right here…

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10. WEARING CROCS IS NEVER OKAY!!!!

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There you go girls! Hope you enjoyed the article! Let me know what you think! And let me know if you want me to add more points, lol! Inbox me on Facebook!😉

Oh and always remember, ladies:

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Don’t do it!😂😂😂😂

Don’t forget you are special!

❤MYSTERY PRIZE GIVEAWAY❤

Hi Chickas!

MYSTERY PRIZE GIVEAWAY

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So I have this mystery prize giveaway going on(obviously to attract more traffic to my blog😊) and 3 lucky moms stand a chance to win a mystery box filled with who knows what!😀

Soooooo,  if you want to take part, be sure to hit the follow button on my blog, make sure you are a member of Mamahood Cape Town on Facebook aaaaand answer the following question!

IF YOU HAD ONE FULL, 24 HOUR DAY ALL TO YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD YOU BE DOING WITH THE TIME?
*Comment with your answer on this blog post only!*

Here is the rules of the Giveaway to stand in line to win!

1. You need to live in one of the following areas in the Western Cape: Atlantic Seaboard, Cape Flats, Cape Town, Cape Winelands, Helderberg, Northern Surburbs, Southern Surburbs or the West Coast.

2. You need to follow me bloggie!

3. Answer the question above!😊

4. Although this giveaway is in no way affiliated with Mamahood Cape Town i do require all entrants to be Mamahood members – because I love Mamahood moms!❤

*Disclaimer*
1.The giveaway is only open to moms in the above areas and members of Mamahood Cape Town.
2. The decision on the 3 winners is final – no correspondence in this regard.
3. Mystery boxes will be posted with SAPO only, unless you cover courier door to door costs yourself.
4.  Giveaway closes on 2 January 2016 at 12pm and winners will be announced here and on Mamahood Cape Town on the same day at 15h00.

Don’t forget you are special!

Looking back over my shoulder…

I just found a meme on Facebook saying, “If you want to know who your friends are, have a baby…”

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Definitely one of the few truths I’ve encountered on Facebook. So I decided to write a small post on how true this fact is… and at the same time give gratitude to the New friend I’ve made during those dark times in my life. I’ve copied this from my Facebook profile so I don’t have to retype so much here.

I remember being highly pregnant, a student at Stellenbosch University, living in Student accommodation on campus, feeling so lonely and unhappy. Nobody was available. People sneaked past my room so i don’t ask where they’re going and them then having to feel obliged to invite me with. People that i use to hang out with all the time would have dinner parties/braais right next door or downstairs, and not ask me to join, knowing full well I am sitting in my room upstairs, fat, dumped, pregnant and watching pirate movies to get me through the day/night.

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Walking around on campus was excruciating. “Ah there goes that chick, shame.” Or, “Oh no is that That chick?!” I remember the looks on my lecturers’ faces. “What was she thinking?!” And the million dollar question from most people, “Are you going to drop out?” And my devoted answer, “Why? I’m pregnant, not sick or brain damaged.” Fact that I looked like a beached Wale didn’t help much, of course.😬

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I remember listening to Enya songs alone in my dorm room, my flatmate not speaking to me because I’ve had a pregnancy fit on her,  watching pirate copies of the latest series, hearing students outside my window having a blast, enjoying student life. Insomnia was a bitch, awake all night, constantly hungry or thirsty, Braxton hicks contractions, feeling scared of going into labour with nobody around. The vivid dreams at night, when I did manage to get some shut eye, was the worst – waking up in cold sweat from a dream so disgusting and gruesome, you laid in bed trembling with fear and fever, praying for morning to come.

But through all of this, there was a student guy living in the room downstairs from me in Lobelia. He was so funny, and life was just a ball!

When i told him how terrible life was when the night came, he said, “Ek is wakker tot baie laat, jy kan enige tyd kom klop as jy geselskap soek!”

And oh Lord, how i took him up on that! I use to go to his apartment at any time of the day or night and I would just talk, cry, and eat all night. He would listen for hours to my sob stories, walk to the garage to buy snacks at 3am for me, while we gathered at his kitchen table talking about life and the unknown ahead. If I didn’t come downstairs for a while he would come bang on my door, looking for my bloated, pregnant and hurt body. He has been there for me since the day he noticed my tummy protruding with life and he asked me very surprised at the beginning: “Is jy dan met die lyf, dame?”

I’ve never given him recognition for getting me through those dark and lonely times, encouraging me that I can do it alone, encouraging me to finish my studies, pregnant or not. You really were the greatest friend a dumped, pregnant girl could have, Chris Brown (not That Chris Brown, lol). And you never expected anything back.

I remember the day i was 8 months pregnant and i told you i have written my last exam and that i was graduating! You told me, “Nou sien jy da!”😀. Thank you for that. And I’m sorry that I have taken so long to tell you how grateful I was for your friendship. You were like a latern. THANK YOU.

The early days… And look how my Campus Baby grew.❤

Jade at 3 months in Duesseldorf, Germany.

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8 months old.❤

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6 or 7 months, I think?

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And this is how my poppenossie looks today…. 7 years old, smart, healthy and downing a Whopper in 10 minutes.😀 (And Yes, you read correctly, a Whopper as in Burger King, as In Junk Food, as in Go call child welfare and Yo mama!😬).

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Those were the days, ladies.

I left for Germany with my 8 week old baby shortly after I have graduated, and I’ve been in and out of Europe, with her strapped to my body, until she was about two, after which I met my darling husband and all the hurt in my heart was finally healed.❤

Please comment and Let me know if You have lost any friends during your pregnancies, girls!

Ps: my exams are done! Bet on more Posts from me!😉

Don’t forget you are special!

Lady deep down

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted a husband and a child, and a set of Double D boobs and a walk in closet… Fast forward into the future and she got a husband and a child (but that only happened after she was dumped pregnant by a mommy’s boy foreigner!), she got the perfect D- cup (Double D, if I hold my breath in real deep), and the walk in closet is yet to manifest itself in my bacteria breeding ground of an apartment! So you ask me, Who am I? I’m that mom who goes shopping in stilettos pushing a stroller, the mom who forces herself into skinny jeans 2 times Not her size and who is oblivious to the muffin top it has created just above the fake leather belt! I’m the mom that dons a full face of makeup from 8am on Any given day (and Yes, I highlight And I contour, cause these cheekbones ain’t maintaining themselves)! I’m the mom who shoots her mouth off at dinner parties, who’s husband hangs his head in shame and apologises for her behavior, but then later cuddles her and say, “I married you for your filthy, smart mouth!” I’m the mom who drops an F-bomb (by accident. Or maybe not.) and gets reprimanded by a 7 year old (and u will die cause you smoke, Mommy!)

I’m the mom who seems to do it all, study party time, work, dress fabulous, yet deep down…. this Mom is struggling to find clean undies to wear on “the chair”, whos dishes is growing illuminated plants from Planet Pandora in the kitchen sink, (they could have used my house as the set of Avatar!), whos bedrooms (all 3 of them!) looks like it IS the walking closet she’s been dreaming of as a little girl! She’s the mom who will tell you, “It’s okay, we all make mistakes and learn from them”, but then she doesn’t learn from them and fucks up AGAIN… and I’m the mom who has a husband that loves her, but yet she feels empty at times….

So you wonder, “Where exactly does this bitch come from?” I come from a little Bolandse dorpie, with rolling vineyards, blue skies and wine that Everyone can afford! Sounds idyllic, right? Nope. Cause I grew up in a squatter camp. And I kid you not! Yes yes yes, there was lots of cardboard and zinc plates, no electricity, water was brought in from a communal tap outside, toilet was communal outside and all that Township jazz. The road from then till now was long… but not hard. How can it be hard if you are loved and respected by your parents although you could Never get that pair of Nikes that your best friend got for her birthday (no, not for her birthday, just BECAUSE!). I grew up with the minimum but I’ll be an ungrateful, obnoxious, selfish little ho if I say it was hard! It was not hard at all because i had wonderful, hardworking parents!

After school I went on to university (took my father thousands of hours in overtime to pay for those first 3 years), my mother hardly saw the man, and then, In my 3rd year my father died unexpectedly in a freak accident. I was bedridden for Months with grief before I could get over that pain and severe loss! I still dont understand how that could have happened! My father was a butch, strongman (one word, because i mean bodybuilder). All the men in the neighbourhood had this respectful fear for him, he could Do Anything! He fought like a man, worked like a man, protected like a man! And then one day he got on his truck, slipped on a wet plastic, fell and died. That’s it. Gone. You just don’t expect a man of his calibre to die so simple! I expected a sword fight to protect my mother’s honour or something! I am mad as hell! What a stupid way to die! Aaarrg, i miss him, but then again, i got through it and I soldiered the fuck on!

Then in my final year at university I got pregnant by a sonofabitch. He made me a lovely proposal that went, “You have to get an abortion otherwise I break up with you”. And even better, “I always wanted children but not with You!” And the one that fucked me over completely “you must get an abortion, for my mom, please! She’s in bad health and she’ll get a heart attack if she hears I made a coloured girl pregnant!”. Lol! I can laugh now but Back then it was no fun. It hurt like a bitch! But now I’m like, “Negro, Fuck your mom!” So i kept my baby, wrote my final exams at varsity when I was 8 months pregnant and I graduated on stage when baby was 6 weeks old. So once again I just soldiered on! Cause you know what, Life don’t owe you shit. You get up, you dust your broken ass off and you March one! Warm was the smiles when I breastfed my 6 week old baby under my graduation gown in the graduation hall. I couldn’t give up. I knew that much. Who was gonna give this child a decent upbringing if i play the Broken Hearted Damsel like i was the damn lead in a Boys2Men music video? Ain’t no newborn baby got time for that shit! It was My baby, and together we will soldier on!

Then when baby was 2 months old I jetted off to Europe, baby and all. I really thought that finding a rich ass European that can pay my bills and father my child was a splendid idea at the time, but in between having emotionless Sex and shopping sprees I realised, This is not what I want! I want More! So after seeing most corners of the world (with my baby at all times strapped to my person, because I’m just not the type to dump my problem on my mother, Especially not if “my problem” is Breathing and pooping every 10 minutes!), I returned to SA, manless, penniless and tired of running. I did the single mom thing for about two years (dated a Dutch guy in that time, but he had a creepy, crazy ass ex that annoyed Every damn ingrown hair on my pubic area so I dumped all of that).

And then I met the man of my dreams. Strange enough, he was a coloured farm boy (Since my palette could only handle white boys from foreign places). Oh, how dear this boy was! An admitted attorney, ambitious, wellspoken, Traditional, romantic, born with the need to comfort, nurture and protect! His kisses felt like little orgasms each time he planted them in my neck. His chest was strong and broad, big enough to rest my worried little head on. The happiness I experienced with this man, is beyond description so I won’t even try. The fact that he could muff a girl like he’s emptying out the last of the milkshake at the bottom of a McFlurry cup was of course a bonus!

Since day 1, him and the little one bonded like there was nothing as annoying as blood that could make them related. Blessed blessed blessed! Right under my nose, I found the love of my life, a miracle father, a protector, a gruesome lover (yes, gruesome, but in a lekker way!), my own ATM that Never says

“insuffcient funds”

I found him, mom!

Those who want to know how I met him be prepared to be either amazed or disgusted!👍

I have a little saying that I keep repeating to myself at the oddest of times: Don’t Fuck with me unless it comes with an orgasm. 👍

I’m just a lady deep down like that.

That’s it for now, ladies. Don’t be afraid to post your questions! I’ll be posting All about my fuck ups as a wife (yes, I can be terrible!), my fuck ups as a Mom (yes, I sometimes feed by child cookies for dinner and breakfast cause I took too long painting my nails and ran out of time!). Quite frankly, I don’t Give a shit what Anyone thinks of my life, because guess what? Your child won’t grow a third arm if they eat cookies for breakfast once or twice (or thrice) and the worst that can happen to your husband is him throwing his toys until you mount him!👍