Showing posts with label @Carone91. Show all posts
Showing posts with label @Carone91. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Unbreak her heart

The heart: The one emotion her heart refuses to forget is that of pain. Do you know what she is talking about? No, neh? Let her explain:
The pain sits just below her heart and it feels like an inferno has been lit there, salt, pepper and fuming aspects are added to it

The worst part is that she never saw it coming. She has always dated people that she genuinely had feelings for and loved, the worst part is being heartbroken by someone who you never thought would break your heart.

It is the hardest thing to get over. She has ended relationships because she felt that she could not take certain traits anymore, does that make her a bad person?


She left because she felt like a trophy girlfriend, she left because it became clear as soon as she said "I love you too" that sex is the only thing wanted by him. The hardest thing to be as a girl is truthful to a guy, because the minute you mention the no sex aspect of life where you are, they can't take it. She is yet to meet a man who will say sex is not the reason he wants to get with her. Is that what love is? Sex?

She thinks not, and for that reason she is yet to be found by a man who understands where she is coming from. While we are on the sex topic, why does it seem to her that "I love you" is the supposed key to having sex?


She cannot understand it. She once met a guy who said he would like to be in a relationship with her without sex. She was beyond shocked by hearing a guy utter such words, because half the time they don't have these words in their vocab.  She was not ready for a relationship of which she told him, and guess what he told her?


He told her that she did not want to date him because he did not make sexual advances at her. Can you perhaps see the irony here?
She is sure that you are sitting there wondering why she is out here writing such right? Its simple, she is tired of being seen as a piece of meat that can be devoured once it has reiterated the three little words: I love you.


She is tired of settling for men who do not open the door for her. Men who do not know what please, thank you and may I mean. She is sick and tired of being treated like a priced possession because she is of the opposite sex. Could we perhaps have this conversation?


The saddest part about this article is that her heart never ceases to betray her by loving the opposite sex. In as much as she tries to give the best and most frustrating years of her life to herself, there is always that guy out there who will give her one look and make her feel alive. That one guy whose smile melts her heart like candle on a willing wax stand. That one dark guy whose smile ignites the power of the phoenix in her to rise. Kudos to the guy and may he know how to treat women. She prays to be blessed with boys, she will first and foremost teach them gore (that) women are first and foremost: human. She will then teach her girls that men are human beings who are not superior to them. She will teach her kids to respect others as they want to be respected. Above all they will see how Ubuntu is a philosophy of life from how she lives her life.


To all the bad boys out there who think it's okay to lie to women and date a million of them at a time: your day is coming. To all the bad girls who treat men like dirt: qaphela (watch out).
And to the rest of us who do not know if we are good, bad or both: find out and stick with the bit that makes us better.


She can't tell you how to mend a broken heart but the one thing she does for sure is cry her eyes out.

You should come and see the pillows at her house in the living room, the poor little things are as flat as pancakes. She holds them tight, squeezes hard and cries.

The other method she uses to vent is what you are reading now, she types it all out and leaves all the pain there.

Talk to your girlfriends, best friends and boyfriends. Cry your eyes out, pray if you have to. All she asks of you is that you deal with the emotion, feel the pain, smell it, touch it, and deal with it, so as to not carry baggage going forward. Take your time to heal until your heart decides to betray you again.

A relationship should be about learning each other's traits and behaviours and deciding if you want to love them unconditionally or not. She talks too much but these are solely her opinions on this love life journey

With all her love
She

Friday, 25 April 2014

Appreciating the lot I have

I did not get this cute little chap's name but what I can tell you is that my eyes swell up with tears every time I see this picture. He lives in a place filled with tiny stones because of the mountainous nature of the place. He has been walking to school bare footed for only God knows how long.

I learned not to ever take anyone or anything for granted; I did not think of anyone not having shoes because to me it is a necessity and not a basic need. Now I know that there really is a need for a lot of things out there. Do not worry our cute baby boy has new school uniform and shoes courtesy of some government departments. This is not a political article, I am merely realising my own ignorance, and thanking God for all I have.

Abba thank you for EVERYTHING I have. Here is to me doing my bit to help society realise all they have. Modimo o siame mo go nna ka dinako tsotlhe. Blessed and restful long weekend my lasses and lads.

From the heart

The future belongs to the artist

Tenacious Phoenix Songs

Caro-On-The-Grind 

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Stumbled

Picture taken by Kelvin. 
I stumbled across her smile in the blocks of my memory
It echoed a sweet smell of roses and colored scents of blue
I spit her out as my muse, and lent her to my Praise

I heard her smile echo through the cracks of my pain
As my heart bled towards humility's gaze
I searched for his comfort but found his heart instead

She stood there in all her splendor
Echoed her blues and gave  me a rhythm of Ren
I am left in awe of a life well lived

I left with a Good Friday beyond the norms
Echoes of her smile crack through the memoirs of my brain

Cracks of her smile spit pain into my heart as I long to lay on his bosom
Echoes alight, echoes aside, echoes in deep
My memory fails to crack through the echoes of her voice

The cracks left in my brain spit unearthed memories of days untold
In awe I bid farewell to a live I have never lived
A land I will never know
And a pain I never want to cross pollinate with

One day is one day
One day too soon
One day too little
One day not to be known
One day not to be seen
One day is one day

The hope of a bright day begins the pain of a laden yesterday
The strength of my daily bread is evident in my thoughts
The honesty of my words is found in gossip I heard about me
The love in my eyes is found in the pain of a broken hearted girl's sorrow

I am Caroline Boitumelo Masonganye and I speak from the heart

The future belongs to the artist- Caroline

Caro-On-The-Grind

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Thoughts

Picture taken by Mfanaka Yaku-Zembe. <3 
I have always had more boyfriends than I did girlfriends (not in the bisexual kind of way, but hey who cares) Anyways that is a story for tomorrow.

I am constantly having heart to heart conversations with a man who is so real in his quest to answer my questions, he leaves me dumbfounded. I do not have to pretend to like something or lie about something for him to catch my drift. It feels as if I am talking to myself in the male form. It has been an interesting journey.

I have picked up a few things in this interesting journey: not every guy is a dog, and in as much I want a good man, I need to be good too. I learned that men have dreams like we do, and that fairy tale we want they want it too. I am not talking about the over dramatic Cinderella who loses her shoe.

No! I am writing about Caroline who likes long hand written love letters, small email notes, long chats on whatsapp, and yes! random phone calls. I am trying to explain  a man who will not be afraid to tell you that the biggest secret is that there is  no secret after you have just spilt the beans.

I am texting about the guy who does not stay up late to talk to you but stays up because he is a fellow insomniac who wants to text with you. I am referring to the mid day conversations that only existed in my dreams.

I am texting about the realness of realising that good men not only exist but they are right in front of you. I have always had a well written description of my perfect partner, and the older I got he more I added to the list. Well! God has taught me that looks, skills, and a hot body can only do so much.

I deserve an intelligent man who is wise enough to make God his everything. A man who will not think twice before he does good for those he loves and cares about. A man who is rooted in learning about love, life and the artistry of its profoundness.

Do not worry! I am  not making a new list I just realised how the good things in life are free, and how they have been staring me in the eye, as I journeyed to *look for the one*. I stopped being a hunter, and lay my weapons down. It feels good to have people talk to you because they want to, and not because you head hunted their poor old butts and lured them in.

It is safe to say that I have re-found all the precious gems that have always been standing right in front of me; awaiting my embrace. I am almost similar to the prodigal son returning home to his dad, but the thing with me is that I never left. I just kept my self busy with nothing, really.

Here I am pouring my heart out to you my Caro-On-the-grind lover and follower and friend. Allow my roaming heart and sorrowed eye to take this opportunity to thank you for loving Caroline, and for being a part of her life. THANK YOU! KE A LEBOGA! NA KHENSA! BAIE DANKIE! NDI NOTENDA! INKOMO! NDIYA BULELA! KE A LEBOHA!

I am looking forward to those love letters, and those visits to the gallery (Graffiti on walls), walks to the park (Winterveldt bushes), and picnics under my grand-parents' Marula tree, and visiting random restaurants to rate their food and service, here is to laughing my ATM (African Trade Mark) off, to dancing in the rain just after having had a new hairstyle, here's to crying in your arms over nothing, here's to being nobody else but me. Thank you for taking the time out to read my heart out.

From the heart

The future belongs to the artist

Tenacious Phoenix Songs

Caro-On-The-Grind

15-04-14 (Do not ask.) hahahaha 

Friday, 28 March 2014

Brown sugar

Cape Town


Brown sugar


Taste its scent

Echoing through ranches of forbidden fruit

Steadily marching towards its domain

I lay there
 

Stained by arrows of no blood shot wounds

Carried accross the Jordan river through the sky’s blossom era

I found him

Untamed and elevated
 

Brown sugar


Bitter to the core

Unfamiliar in its smell

Unknown for its opulence

I lie to you
 

Light years and decades blurred

Undefined in their sober appeal

Centuries remain in awe

Of the world unknown to its call

 

Brown sugar

 
"The future belongs to the artists."`~ Caroline

From the heart

Tenacious Phoenix Songs