Thursday, June 20, 2013

O'clock to my success

My thoughts - O'clock to my success

by Mamohale Moloi Dimema (Notes) on Thursday, 17 September 2009 at 09:50

(1748) O'clock to your success - Do I ever wonder what my purpose in your life is? No!! I perhaps am in this world to receive and never give. Why do I expect you to nurture my soul - Your rainbows are shared and I forget to think of you as mortal, yet you bear a navel and are of flesh like I. I expect from you inspiration that you so willingly dish. Do I ever have time to deliver in turn for you are human like I, You are riddled with trials and tribulations but maintain a brave face to keep me sane. O'clock to my success we are recipients of good and as we walk that ladder, do we reflect on where we are or does it just end at that moment when we are 'woken up'. To you - the one who has faced adversity and embraced it with victory, the one who has been our strength and yet needs us to be their pillar, the one who always has a welcoming smile yet a sobbing heart, the one whose voice has warmth yet longs to receive that in turn, the one who gushes out kindness and love, the one who has shaped our paths, the one who has supportively challenged our decisions, one who has tirelessly extended the arm of friendship, the one with ill health yet healthy enough to heal. You Are My Inspiration, no matter how many blows you receive always walk tall. Never forget to live your life with hope in your eyes, kindness in your heart, fire in your soul for you know you serve your purpose, and will not have a strand of regret. It is your time to say O'clock to my success, here I am. Much love and respect. (20-11-09)

O'clock to my success how does one reconcile the anger and hurt, with what one truly deserves that being serenity and joy. How does one reach for those stars - that light within one's midst - that rainbow. One is truly destined for great things - for one is a warrior, a victor, but society would find a way to bring you down. Lest one not despair for one will go down as a martyr. Why is it that when one works hard to make a lifestyle, one's future and hopes and dreams are crushed? Why is it that when one is humble and gentle, one is ridiculed and left in shame? Why is one always be-littled and left to live a life of fear, yet one has made a decision to not let anything stand in one's golden path. Why is it when one decides to stand in affirmation and proclaim 'O'clock to my success here I am', then one's destinies are brutally shattered. Why is there no justice in this world, why am I jealous of another, why do I not wake up myself and follow in great footsteps-why? (08-09-09)

O'clock to our success springtime is upon us!!! The sun brings light and warmth and when it is scorching becomes deadly and unbearable, the rain waters our land to feed us and yet when water overflows we drown, we are riddled with the windy, dusty and freezing weather conditions as well. We have experienced in our lives the heat of the summer, the challenges of the autumn and the coldness of the winter. Never to despair though as spring is upon us, it is O'clock to our success time and this is within reach. O'clock to my success you boomed into our lives and brought us the beauties, the joys, the hopes of a bright future. You came into our lives and yes we had to go through the other three seasons, all for a reason never to look back but face the future head on. What lies ahead for us is that - we need to smell the freshness and appreciate the colours you bring, for our lives of gloom and storms are but fading away as we say O'clock to our success here we are! (21-08-09)

O'clock to my success even though we have been made to let lie our minds, for they knew of how strong and powerful those are. That we have been programmed wrongly to our minds breaking, and not properly moulded and channeled to them making us. We have strong minds and yet not abilities to use that strength, we have let society dictate the capabilities of our precious minds. This leading us in choosing to use our minds when clouding it with negativity, and never giving the light of day to positive thinking. Never to despair as it is our time to start our thinking tanks, and change to exactly what they have been created for. May we revive our hidden potential and grow our minds, may we declare that no more shall we be preached on our (in)abilities, may we take our shields and block off the negative thinking, may we seal off the negative energies, may we challenge those bridges in front, and with pride proclaim to those who care as we say O'clock to my success here we are. (16-08-09)

O'clock to my success!!! As we salute the women in our lives today, as we honour their impact in our lives this month. This is but an affirmation that women are a vehicle to our success, O'clock to my success who could The Almighty give such a job of taking care of His nation but a woman. To those great women in our lives we thank them, for being our pillars of strength for building and guiding us. To those who have lost hope we remind them that, they are special and 'we need you women'. With all the great leaders in society, we have strong women who have shaped them. Yet society forgets about these beings, as you find them battered beyond recognition by their mates, they are ridiculed and despised by siblings, they are cursed by their offsprings. Women are our heritage, they reconcile broken spirits, they fight for our rights and goodwill, they are the centre of our families and nation. It is because of women that we are able to say O'clock to my success here I am. (09-08-09)

Knock Knock with the weekend plans we have made and will make, is there an introspection on how fruitfull/less the week we leave behind. Is it possible that we plan how to have fun and unwind from the busy work schedule, and we continue complaining about our pay check whilst we could plan how to overcome such. How many times have we heard of a knock and how many times have we heard the ticking of the seconds, and did not answer with the words O'clock to my success here I am. They have been chosen to speak and they have delivered, they have been given the strength of warriors - martyrs they have not disappointed. When they stand before us we cringe as they speak to our souls, why is that so - we should be standing next to them and attest to their words. The knock is here and it says "I am your conscience", I have given you a sword and I took a rest and gave you the armor to do what is right. I ask you to tell me O'clock to my success here I am, can you? (07-08-09)

With a key one is guaranteed that one's treasures are protected, meant to hold together such keys is a special caretaker. The key to your success is indeed in your hands, a key that opens all doors lies within you, see that bright light for it is your future, touch that rainbow and see the unison of its structure. As one opens that house, that car, that safe keeping box within which what you hold dearly lies, what better way to have a minder of your keys reminding you, that your key to success is truly in your hands - than with the colours of the earth to keep you grounded and reminded that (blue) you need to water the (green) to provide sustenance for your livelihood (red) to ensure beautiful sun setting in your horizons. A keyholder from the O'clock to my success family, instills in us the values that indeed we hold our success in our hands. As we unlock with our keys to our better tomorrows, A keyholder in our hands says O'clock to my success here I am. (03-08-09)

The little things we never pay attention to, end up being the ones that bring more value to our lives. O'clock to my success it is with no coincidence that the home of this group is at a place named Katlehong, and loosely translated as or meaning a 'place of success'. It took people way back to agree on a name for a particular township, and they were fulfilling a Masterplan that no mortal knew of. Where else could a group who are of the same mind and focused on success be based, except the one place chosen and named to define and shape this very group. Such group which has grown to a huge family which shares their knowledge, started as curious strangers who wanted to go onto the information superhighway. This is destiny O'clock to my success where can one find success and what is success? Surely there is no need to look further than the first image you would see in any mirror, for that is a reflection of what success is made of. O'clock to my success here I am. (30-07-09)

As a being going through the journey and passage, many aides are rewarded throughout and get taken away for a reason. I may be gone from your mortal eye but perhaps if you look harder you will find another, who will be my assistant to aid you through from where I have left off. You need to see that you cannot replace me as none other would be like me, know that I am watching over you and am smiling as I see you shine. I am forever your shining star, that wind beneath your wings, sometimes I make my presence felt and from today know I'm here. I have moved on to a place of only those chosen ones, I do not know what lies ahead but I know that what I left behind in you is Isikhokho. Cry when you miss me as I would be sad if you don't, smile when you think of how proud I am of you. Make your mark my sunshine as you have been given a crown, you are a victor, success is what you are made of, few are cut from your cloth O'clock to your success I am lost and yet not so lost after all. (29-07-09)

The nano seconds are rushing with great anticipation to being seconds, which are looking forward to O'clocking to a minute. With such minutes holding on to merge with other minutes to form an hour, which are running that marathon to O'clock the 24hours to a successful day. Is it possible that we are as mortal beings to emulate the simple yet precious things in life, Is it possible that we can reach greater heights to eminent success just by remembering that - We have to start at the beginning with a vision and take the baby steps. Every realisable dream is possible provided we wake up from the dream, I am yet to congratulate a being who has made it alone to the top for S/he is not mortal. This is a new dawn and how many of those hardworking seconds have I wasted, not to regret but to learn and not repeat the same. O'clock to my success what is a being without faith? (28-07-09)

A smile is a precious and priceless gift that is effortless!!! Imagine yourself at a supermarket till point and a customer smiles at you, what would you give as a car guard when a car owner greets you with a smile, the cleaning ladies who keep public ablutions hygienic would certainly love a smile, I will appreciate what I would give for a smile only - when I am sad and hurting, when all seems not to be going as planned and am at my wits end, when in pain and in agony, when I need to weather storms, when I am lost and can't find my way, when all I need to see is a stranger's face filled with warmth and their eyes saying 'It's going to be ok, It's just the way God planned it, hold on'. I know at this very moment that perhaps my smile could have been a rare treasure to all those I met. O'clock to my success despite my busy lifestyle let a smile, be a given from my heart to those I meet, let I smile with my eyes, my whole face, let I be a beacon O'clock to my success here I am. (27-07-09)

O'clock to my success here I am, these words are all I need to keep me going. BUT will I ever be able to achieve and realise the meaning of this phrase, because the only stumbling block to my success is that I BELIEVE in shortcuts. As a being I want the pleasures that this world can offer, but what steps am I taking towards attaining such nicesities. I want the ultimate spiritual benefits and showers of blessings, and yet I sit and dream that these will fall on my lap. It is exam time and I know I am going to ace my exams, and yet strangely I do not put effort towards my studies. I want love and all the sweet nothings to surround me at all times, dare I even think of how often do I give this in order to receive it. I have plants and vegetable patches and expect to harvest and enjoy the beauty, and it obvious that I have no reason to complain as I do not water these. O'clock to my success!!! let I not be my worst enemy, let I wake up from complacency, let I strive for excellence.... (23-07-09)

IF ONLY!!! If only I was born with a silver spoon, maybe I would have the world at my feet - But then what if my feet were not firmly grounded? If only I was of a different breed, maybe I would be treated as and feel like a king - then I ask myself what if...? If only I had made a calculated choice in choosing a partner, maybe I would be the happiest being - what if my calculations were made from the heart? If only I had listened in class maybe I would have a job, but then I ask myself all these ifs and with my laden with doubt thoughts I think. I can still O'clock to my success even if I was born from a humble background, I can claim my success and journey towards it because along with success comes a reputation for wisdom, after all I was told that the reason why the heart is not always right is because it is on the left. What if at this very moment I turn all the overwhelming ifs, to O'clock to my success I am breaking free from these chains... (17-07-09)

Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope is the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best thus Hope is an emotional state.
Blessing is a mercy, a benefit or a special favour or gift bestowed by God, thereby bringing happiness. To confer well-being or prosperity on, To endow as with talent. - (Definitions from a dictionary). In my and all of our inboxes daily this is what we are given, for what in return? This all is given to us selflessly and tirelessly. Whenever I log on, and see a message on Inbox I beam with excitement. Knowing that I am going to be reminded and guided for the day, and in the evening it is reflections of my day. Thank you Tshepo (Hope) and Sibusiso (Blessing) for waking us up daily, May The Almighty continue to light and guide your paths. Black Child Its Possible just remember to always say O'clock to my success here I am. Much love and respect. (13-07-09)

O'clock to my success what else do I want? It was such an inspirational evening being at the audio book launch, where the black children where affirming their O'clock to their success. Congratulations to this team and to the Black Child Its Possible team, for imparting your knowledge and kind words at all times. We should definitely take heed and build this black empire, by carrying on from the footsteps of those who fought for us. There is so much potential and a wealth of knowledge, we need to let our fingers do the talking. Black Child Its Possible at this moment to move with your cheese, and say O'clock to my success here I am. I am so inspired, motivated, challenged, enthused, I wish the time was 04:00 to start a new bright dawn. (09-07-09)

O'clock to my success how do I?...How do I console a family who have lost the most free spirit ever, when I myself am not consoled yet, how do I agree with people who say 'celebrate her life!', how possible is it to celebrate a passing of a dear one, how can I sit and say yeah she was a great person, how do I even start to think of her as 'was', how do I not hear her tellephonic greetings, how do I speak in a code and realise no one understands. The Almighty is the Best of Planners, but how does HE not prepare us to handle such a loss, how do I stop crying and make her seconds to her O'clock to success real, when she was still in the planning phases, how do I pray for my beloved's soul to rest in peace when I draw a blank and am lost for words when I need to pray, how do I handle seeing her name on my e-mail address list and cellphone, do I delete it no, do I keep it yes, am I going to heal this way, how do I carry her hopes and dreams through, how am I going to re-awaken her O'clock? (07-07-09)

Where does my success lie? Is it where I say I have found myself, or is it that I make a living wage, is it because I have assets, am I really whole to proclaim success, is my spirit filled with warmth and guidance from THE CREATOR, is my success based on material gain, can I be ridiculed as poor as I am when I claim success, is my success on face value, who is allowed to profess success, O'clock to my success let every second not fade without account, let I not strive and hunt for success, let I stand unfazed when I am faced with success, let I accept and empower when success hits me, let success not destroy but build me, let I realise the moment and say O'clock to my success here I am. (26-06-09)

these are a few O'clock to my success pieces - posted in 2009

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I am

I am my heritage, I am my roots, I am a black child, I am a child of the soil. I owe my success and the one that lies ahead to my Creator, the One who planned to make me who I am. I am a proud black woman being, I may be called names they do not change the price of milk now does it? today I stand firm and accept them all, for these are where I gather my strength from. I am an african princess, my crown hidden and kept in no man's land. I still held it with pride for they thought it was lost, they thought I would never know of it. Little did they know that my forebearers were intelligent people, little did they know that amidst the suffering my heritage would not be lost. I knew never to wonder where it was, I knew never to ask for directions to find my african crown, I knew never to read the falsely written history, I knew exactly where my african crown was.

My crown has always been where it belongs always in its rightful place. This beautiful crown took different beautiful and neat shapes. One day it would be an afro, yes it was always on my head. I knew it would cause a stir, I loved the attention it drew, I loved the shocked eyes that starred at it, I loved them wondering what 'that' was. It was my crown, my heritage, my pride for I am an african princess. My crown would one day be displayed with cornrowns a true work of art that was. My african crown I could sleep wearing it, my african crown was forever with me. They thought when those before us were deprived of their land, as they were paid with mirrors and enslaved. They were made to fight against each other, those that bore me were labelled as thieves. Never did they realise that a black child's crown is with them always.

I took a firm stand and realised that I need to lock my africanness, I need to lock my heritage, I need to lock my religion, I need to lock my faith, I need to lock the crown that I have been wearing my whole life. These drealocks I now spot are yet a journey to 'Who am I'?, that I have embarked on, they make me embrace all that is in me, they make me realise that the wrongs of the past will never be made right. They teach me to rewrite these wrongs in a right way, they teach me to bring my heritage to life. I am an african princess and never will those after me suffer like those before us.

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I am hope, I have faith, I believe in kindness, I trust in totality, I walk with vigour, I speak with zest, I sing with purity, I pray with humility. Oh dear Master of the hearts that bleed, the minds that wonder, the tears that fall, the feet that trot, the eyes that marvel, the ears that acknowledges, the hands that... prescribe, the torso that prostrates, the nose that receives, the mouth that proclaims, the soul so pure that when I stand rigid the world is in awe. They wonder why this confident posture, they look at me tongue tied. I but look at them with a heavy and fragile heart. You disguise my tears for a sparkle in the windows to my soul. I am filled with warmth, my soul is covered by your love. I know why the world cannot rejoice with who I truly am, for in their eyes I am but a homeless person with no identity - A work in progress to Who Am I? Copyright Mamohale E Dimema 2010

Monday, October 3, 2011

Perhaps

You claim to speak positivity, you claim to understand what I feel. Do you really?. Your arrogance makes my hungry stomach cringe, these pangs I get are not because of the emptiness. It is because of how I loathe those of your making. You tell me what to do, how to behave but if tables were turned would you tell yourself that? You tell me trivialities whilst I am in need of true sustenance. Do you even know this soul you tell how to live, if it needs or has had any worthy enrichment. This stomach that needs to accommodate medication to survive, does it have food? Do you guarantee me of a livelihood, I ask of you to stop it!!!

Your words do not heal me, they destroy every living fibre of my being. Your words go straight to my heart like a ruthless knife, your words bring tears to my eyes. For they look at me and they despise me, your pride and pompousness I surely wish for your sake sustains you. I wish that when this reality hits home one day you shall be able to reflect and remember all the ridiculous statements your mouth uttered.

Why is it that the word stigma is stigmatised? Why does this chronic illness receive such overwhelming acknowledging? Why do you not find ways to help to end this chronic illness, rather than continue this friendly torture. You come to me on my death bed, and I see that hopelessness in your eyes. All you can get out of that sorry mouth is that '"You will be ok". I will be ok??? I will never be ok, you know that. I will never be ok to fit into this cruel world with mere mortals. Perhaps I will be ok for when I am with my Creator.

You leave and take a phone and talk to whomever wishes to listen, as you gossip and rejoice about my prognosis. As you plan your outfits to put me to rest. As you tell me of your plans to buy a car, perhaps if you sat and asked me what my plans were. You wold take your time to make them real, perhaps my only plan is to have a fancy meal. Pehaps that could happen if I was not bed ridden, if I did not have this thrush, if I did not have shingles, if my body was not sore, if my legs and joints were not swollen, if my complexion had not turned this pale beyond comprehension.

Perhaps I could do with that walk that you take for granted, for you complain of how hot the sun is, and you want to jump into bed and rest. I DO NOT want to lie in this bed anymore, I even have bed sores as proof of this painful journey. I want the beauty of this world as I knew it, I want to smell the harvests, smell the aroma of the rain, smell the blazing of the sun, but I can not because I am bed ridden.

You ask me if I had anything to eat? Hello!!! eat!!! I do not need to eat, all I want is to walk out of these shackles. All I want is to see myself proclaim that I am healed, that my brother is healed, that we all are healed. Suddenly a thought strikes me!!! YES I AM HEALED!!!, for am on my way to meet my Maker. HE provides sustenance and is in control of my being. HE will welcome me in HIS throne for we all mortals are part of HIS creation, and in HIS eyes we all are equal.

Perhaps I was not created to enjoy the luxuries of this world, perhaps I like all mortals was created for a purpose. Do I have enough breaths to realise what that which I was created for is? Do I not just spend these last moments to pack my bags neatly and properly, so that when I take this final journey all I need will be in there.

I say this as I am sitting and watching my life, as I knew it - flash in front of my eyes. I thank The Almighty for having given me the strength to accept that which, has been planned for me before my conception. I have no regrets for being born the way I am, but perhaps what I could tell the world is that, if only my parents (for I am not pointing fingers) would have done taken precautionary measures, perhaps this innocent soul would not be experiencing what it is!!!

If only they had remembered that there is a possibility of infection, perhaps I would not be in this frail state that I am at. Perhaps my body would look like that of the other 10 year olds, but you look at me lying still you think I am 4 years old. This chronic disease has devoured my body, I still dreamt of growing up to being an adult. I still dreamt of making it beyond the rainbows, I have made it finally beyond the rainbows. I am at peace and am singing and dancing with the angels. YES I ask of you to please mean what you say for once!!!!

by Mamohale Moloi Dimema on Tuesday, 01 December 2009 at 09:27

some dreams will stay dreams

Yes not all dreams are within reach, not all rainbows signify the end of the rain, not all clouds have silver linings, only the true realiseable dreams do come true. Some lights at the end of the tunnel are on fossil energy, ready for depletion at the lack of supply. So is MY dream, it will NEVER come true for it is far fetched. It is but a dream decades late, thus confirming not all dreams will come true.

I kept busy the whole day, worked like I was being paid. Never had a chance to sit and take a time out, now that the night has fallen I am forced to relax. I look to my right, then left, I read the papers, I switch TV channels and yet I can confirm that some dreams will stay but dreams.

The reality is facing me now, not knowing whether to seek answers in the winds that blow or the animals that sleep. In happy times I have your hand, in sad times I have your heart. I know that not all dreams come true for when the storms hit, when the sun shines, the rain falls I seek you, I need you. This open door shall remain open, for the dreams belonging there will never be realised.

My dream is one and an impossible one at that, I dream that dream that one day I would know, feel and celebrate with all fathers on this day. I do not know how to behave, but to dream the impossible that someday I would in my heart understand fathers' day. With a truck full of pebbles, I sit and pick them and select the best looking. What value is a pebble? A father would know about that object so small yet tough, I have picked one up on your behalf today. I gave it to myself and do not know what lesson to learn from this gesture, for I remember that some dreams will stay but that. The dreams you had for me will come true, The only dream I have for you will never be realised.

Whenever I look in the mirror, I am your spitting image. Whenever I am told of what a tomboy I am and take those long lazy strides, I am you with one selfish dream. I write, I draw, I sing, I ride I am you with a selfish dream, My only dream is to know how it feels like to look a father in the eye and say Happy fathers' day!!! That is one dream GOD guarantees and decreed I shall never have, I am proud of you dear father I am you. Whatever the day signifies let it be, but to me I think of you father daily with a twinkle in my eye and think if I had a mortal father I wonder what he would be saying to me at this moment.

Written and posted on my facbeook profile's notes on 20 June 2010

Thursday, September 29, 2011

A woman of strength - Yes I am

Wonder not for I indeed am a woman of strength - Yes I am
It is now that I lay in my bed I say, Yes I am, Yes I am and not the Yes I am you made me believe I was
I am a woman of strength for if it were not for the strength within these veins,
If it were not for the strength carrying this frail frame,
The strength I possess that led I to the Yes I am, that you planted in my strong willed soul

These eyes that stare without a blink at the sharp blazing object yielded towards it,
These hands that ward off the potential harm posed its way,
These ears firmly planted on the ground, waiting for those giant footsteps - who could that be?
I wonder - is it time to retreat to that secluded shrine, is it time to race to that chosen spot
Is it that time to give it all up and let out that strength this aching heart manifests.

It is perhaps that the truth is the way of setting us free, perhaps an overrated statement for I
I as a woman of strength, with the strength usually safely tucked away in the pangs felt in my intestines
The strength I possess as I walk barefoot to fend for those of my womb,
the additional strength that only a soldier can carry as armor, I am that woman of strength
Yes I am, strength is I, I have strength, I provide strength

As I look up to the road ahead, and see the possibilities within the journey
I ask where is that strength to get me through these stumbling blocks?
The answers lie within for I as a woman of strength can build a nation
Yes I am strength for my tongue is not constructed to break, I am strength
The thousands of hair strands on my head are intertwined to a chain of strength

I walk, I speak, I sing, I sleep, I feed, I fend - Yes I am strength
That sharp knife pointed towards those that matter, is but a blunt trivial object compared to my strength
The harsh rays poisoining the eyes, are but the light at the end of this tunnel to I as a woman of strength
The rain that floods is but an ocean my way, the one that is meant to clean rotten debris
The winds that break the baobab trees, bring but the source of my foundation to build from

I have given the other cheek not because I was the Yes you thought I was
I have slept in the hospital casualties and police stations, Yes I a woman of strength
I have gone to bed with hunger, scared to touch a morsel of your sweat
I am drobed in attire that is not deserving of my torso, but I am a woman of strength
I am ailing and aching when the emotions envelope my sanity

I bid you farewell my lover, my friend for I as a woman of strength need to be strong
May your paths not be troubled when you think of how you tortured me
May those that follow in my footsteps not suffer the hardships I was subjected to
As you walk the talk remember that this I, is that of a woman of strength
Not the I that you created, it is my time to embrace the world

For I am that woman of strength

Written and Posted on my facebook notes Thursday, 12 August 2010

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Time Does

Indeed it does...:

Never did I realise that time does wait for man - things fall into place at the right time, they fall out of place at the right time, the destinies are written and revealed at the appropriate time. The joys at my doorstep have skipped time to land with accuracy, the woes in my backyard have been planted in precision. 

Does time? yes time does not wait for no man!!! the moments spent on trivialities is but precious and lost in time, the anguish caused to mortals is energy misdirected and the click of the time machine does not pause to regain such, the positive steps shoved away cannot be retraced, the silver linings within our reach hidden by the clouds are soon to fade for time does not wait for man.

Time does heal: the beauty that transcends from an anguish experienced, is but a white protective and peaceful bubble. Time does heal for the journeys travelled to create a collage of memoirs are deserved, the plush velvet heart now turned into an intertwined rope is but an affirmation that time does heal.

Time does forgive: as one stumbles and tumbles and is reduced to a morsel, the giant footprints will find a way to be filled and the route back is but a forgiveness filled one.
Time does deliver: it never fails on its promises, all you richfully deserve are indeed delivered on a platter by the ever obidient time. For truly time does ... endlessly to infinity for all possibilities time does.

Written and posted on my facebook notes 05 Jan 2011, Wednesday