Solange

 I just love Solange her Fashion style is so old school yet vintage and ethnic at the same time.A definite risk taker when it comes to Fashion, she always makes a bold statement , I love her.

2011

As the year draws to an end I’m confronted with all that I have endured this year, may I add it hasn’t been the easiest year of my existence. It has been a rollercoaster ride one thing became evident “Hard work doesn’t always pay off”, its all about Gods timing. I think I particularly struggled with sphere in my life because I’m such a goal orientated being who loves knowing what is going to happen next. I love to plan, without a plan I feel lost. This year I cried enough tears to fill up the Indian Ocean. It was a hard year, but I’m still standing. Earlier this year I took the decision to spend more time with myself and do introspection of who I was and why I was created, it really was one of the best decisions I took. It warmed my heart opened my horizon to what I could achieve and all that lies before me.  I meet some beautiful people this year, built friendships I would defiantly want to take to the grave. I got to see Asa perform live, a breath taking and moving experience. Her talent is rare and raw very few will live to be this great. I’m looking forward to next year though, I have a good feeling about it, I continue to dream, this year’s tribulation will not hamper who I am to become.

Look fabulous for less

I absolutly  love vintage clothing like you cannot imagine this a look was inexpensive to achieve yet giving you the x-factor
white top- it was moms dnt remeber how much it cost
blue yop - this also belonged to mom
pants -R150 pink Parsley Campus square
bag- birthday gift from Bridget
Shoes-R120 from Mr Price
Scarf -R25 from China city
belt- R5 Salavtion Army

Going The Extra Mile

As I blog this my little sister “ok she isn’t little she is 20 years old, but she always be little in my eyes “is stranded in Cape Town. She is visiting a friend and they missed the bus stop, so the bus was going around in circles with them while they were trying to figure out where to get off. They both didn’t have airtime so she bbm’s me asking for an airtime transfer so they could call someone to come meet them at the bus stop. Vodacom services are down, so in a state of frenzy I call the one person I thought could help me but they sleeping and they don’t seem bothered to even find out what is going on. I can’t call mom because she’s is going to freak out so bad she would probably not allow us to go anywhere out the province alone.  Is it ok for me to say I’m hurt? It is as if someone is clinching and squeezing out blood from my heart. It hurts. This is my little sister she means the world to me, and I’m just asking you to drive to the garage and get her airtime. I then sit alone and cry my eye balls out because if it were me I would move mountains , swim the deepest ocean to help someone I cared about, but then I’m reminded we all not the same. I pray about it and by the time they get off the sun hasn't completely set so they able to make their way back home safely. Sometimes I want to change this about myself, how I can give whole heartedly and expect nothing in return but the one time you need a favour people aren’t bothered. So many horrid scenarios where being played in my head as to what to could happen to them , how I could lose her , and how I would never forgive myself if I did. We may fight, not see eye to eye from time to time but we were carried in the same womb we share a connection only we understand. I listen to Feist -lonley lonley and the song just brings a sense of peace to my soul and an emance feeling of everything is ok, thank God she arrived safely.    

An open letter to the love of my life

Forgive me for I was 13 and naive

I didn’t understand the multitude of this disease that was eating away your life

I knew u were sick, but sick people recover don’t they?

You were sick before and the doctor cut off one off your breast

I thought things were going to go back to normal

Like before, when you only had one breast

I wanted them to get back to normal

And normal was us coming over every recess flooding your kitchen

Gracefully awaiting your salivating meals

Normal was you with no sickness

Normal was you accepting the dirty water we would get from the river

Normal was you sitting in your chair seeing your eyes light up when you saw us

Normal was having you around

But now u gone

And I will never love the way I love you

It’s been 8 years I should be used to not having you around

But I can’t the pain still cuts deep in heart, it traps air in my lungs and the reflex is tears

They stream down my cheeks like summer rain

I try to stop them but they won’t listen, they fall harder

My heart says that it will only heal if the eyes saw you again

Or if my soul felt your touch again

If my ears heard your voice again

So I close my eyes and stay in complete silence and wait for a connection to you

 And Nothing

I close them harder and still nothing

U  are gone,   but I want you back

Whenever I walk into your room I’m reminded of you

Your scent still lingers on in the room

I place my nose on your clothes and in hail the sweet aroma of your perfume and I’m reminded off how much I miss you

Did I tell you that in grade 11 I thought I had your sickness?

Mama was scared so was everyone especially Dinao

I could see in her eyes that she couldn’t deal with another cancer patient

Coz when you were sick she would cry every time she saw you

I remember you telling her dad that you couldn’t stand to see her cry

We all couldn’t

I also went to the doctor but they didn’t cut off my breast they just removed the lump

I was lucky.

I wish God had told me that He was going to take you away

 I would’ve spend every minute with you instead of play with my friends

I would’ve stopped going to school too

At least then I would be prepared for the day God took you

But I wasn’t prepared

I walked in the room;

 Mama had put a pillow over your face

I walked out the room and cried

Bonolo and Sedikane asked me what’s wrong

They didn’t want to accept that you were gone

 It hurt too see you lie there

But at least you weren’t in pain anymore

You had lost so much weight, and you were vomiting

You couldn’t eat

I know you needed to rest

I wanted you to be at my graduation, but I guess the view is better up the

I like vintage clothing and some of your clothes fit me

So I wear them I feel closer to you

I know you didn’t want too die but God needed you to rest and help prepare heaven

So now I wait the day that I will meet you in heaven

I wonder how it’s going to be when I see

I mean the emotions?

Am I going to cry? Or laugh?

I can’t wait

I will always love you and never forget how you moulded me to be the woman I am today

I will see you soon

Love your grand daughter Remoratile Raisibe Mologadi Mamogobo

What Gave Birth To Life ThroughThe Eyes Remoratile

It all started of with a prophecy from Maxine in 2010, in that prophecy she said that I write and in the back of mind I was just thinking ‘’ you know sometimes these prophets really give false prophecies and Jesus warned us about these kinds of people” but she had been spot on about everything else just this statement didn’t sit well with my soul. In 2011 she said the same thing and that is when I said to myself ‘’ self lets try this out I mean we don’t have anything to lose, do we?” the first thing I wrote was my I am statement, which was a declaration of who God said I was .I read it during one of discipleships and everyone was blown away, that’s when I knew the was something the. In my talks with God I would always pray that he may bless me with a voice so I can sing of His faithfulness, love and touch those who were lost with my voice, but no he blessed with a mind that gave words feelings and breathed life in them, carved them into humanly creatures without a voice and let my mind project their voice. That is how Life ThroughThe Eyes of Remoratile was born!

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