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 

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

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 

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

 

That Caro-on-the-grind type of picturery art. #Caro-Diction

I am a traveller at heart and I will never stop using every opportunity given to me by the Almighty to see the beauty He has made

Cape Town is really beautiful.

I could not help myself: I had to take this shot.

 

Paintings will always have a very special place in my heart.

 

I found this painting as I walked up the stairs to my room at the Gregorian Hotel in Melkbosstrand, Cape Town. If you did not know: White Arum Lillies are my favourite flowers of all time. They remind me of my house, and mommy.

 

                     A painting I found on the wall, I cannot remember where though. #Hides


                                                                      

I had to take a picture of the scenery as I took a walk to buy some pizza for dinner.

Leggings for comfort #check black masantas (twanging) #check white beach sand #check

Annie, Khutjo and I.

 

                                               Golf at Atlantis Beach: all day, everyday.
                                                                        
                                                                  

                                                 I am still a book worm.

                                                           

I have a thing for Chandeliers hey.

 

 

                                                                               

 

 

 

 These three pictures have found a special place in my heart

 

 

 

 A little bit of playing around with the camera has never killed anyone.

 

 

 

 

                                                        Sieve through and through

The future belongs to the artist

From the heart

Caroline Tenacious Phoenix Songs

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