«89,,,» **Masego Cgoh Moerane said:++Y lenna le kwaal 4 di bad comment is not like we r insulting ngwanomong aker Remo is just a character b2,or ebyang kgang e?++** #No_akena_flopo_ledi_bad_comments_BUT_theres_a_difference_between_go_commenta_ka_your_opinion_le_go_rogaka_motho Everyone has a voice.Thats it...#EvErYoNe_HaS_A_VoIce!But then okare go nale batho ba leng gore knowing that they can comment on something nje okare goya tlhogong.Like I said theres a difference between your opinion on the days entry or on the characters life,,,and on swearing like just to toally be rude!#REMEMBER...I didnt say this was all fiction,,,#I_SAID,,,I take pieces out of people close to mes lives and some shit is also about me,I then combine that shit and make it out to being stroy sa motho omo one,go bontsha lona,go shera le lona dilo tsa lefatshe le gore gwiragalang amongst us youngsters.Di comment tsa lona tsa m*pa asore diang palla go di araba,layitse le lona ke nale pelo e nyane whereby sele raba le incident ko ke di arabang ebe leng khalema aker,,,so nu ka le tlhompa,kopa le lona leng tlhompeng,,,aka le kopa gore le like page and follow my shit,,,You made that choice. I was woken up the next day around bo ma 8 vruu by step mommy dearest going on some Marry Christmas ish and asking me to help her cook lunch for her guests.Normally Id look at her asif gonale nthwe ae tsubileng,but then today I felt like just being nice for once in my life.Kgale ke ja di pekere.I got up,did my bed and took a long well deserved bath,after that I went downstairs to help with the lunch.My dad was also in the kitchen helping around,it was like one sweet happy family,though he kept asking what to do next ae.Now yall know step mommy is white mos,so yall can imagine all the shit we were cooking and damn were we cooking a feast,so I had to just ask how many people we were expecting,she turned to her husband,my dad a tlogela se nase ira a bala ka menwana. Him:The church Bishop and his wife,Pastor Sibusiso-(WTF) Him:Thami and his family,your mothers family,Arno and his wife and her family,Joe and his two daughters.-My mouth was hanging open. Him:What,its Christmas a time of joy...-I kept quiet.We touched up mole le mole it was around 11:30 when we were done,I decided to go get ready.Agggg wore nun special,just legging e black ka a white shirt(tucked it in)ka blazer e black on top le stilletto ses black.I know a lady got to look at her best at all times,but then hey ne go satle Kermit mose. Guest were making their entrance now,Thamis mom and sister,but ena dololo.The Bishop and his family came and I made sure gore I ignore Pastor like nobodys business.Daddy le her two girls le bona batla,nna le daddy nje we ignored each other,asker nersa nyako jumpisa.The rest of the guests took their time,so we decided to get started with the lunch.It was nice shem must admit,everyone was talking about something which they thought was interesting,but then nna gaona nthwe betere e nebae bua ekang kgatlhang,so I just sat there,answered a quiz now and then,but that was it.Reabetswe,wifey le the family batla,gosh white people and no Im not racist.Hae lunch continued,gwatla step mommys family,,,more white people.It was the first time ke meeta my step mothers family and jah ebe ka wisha okare I had met them earlier.The minute the walked in,I choked on my food,kae putsisa mara gore gwiragalang.They were introduced by my dad. Him:This is Stella my mother in law,Deandre my father in law and this is Keagan my brother in law...-Yeah yall remember Keagan right???Yep my ex boyfie wako Cape,the one o sale are ke tsamaye lena ko meeta his mother,the one I brushed off because of Lesego.They greeted politely and took their seats,he sat a chair away from me,our eyes met.I looked away,gosh this was so awkward,thank God I havent shagged him,imagina fela nu,,,dating my own step mothers brother,ke nale flopo ya di family nna.La bona this thing of not doing di family gathering,bana ba felletsa ba jola ka family because of the fact ya gore parents dont take responsibility by getting the new generation together and ba itse le bona gore re lafo!Im sure yall remember pastor mos,,,the one I shagged under the tree the day we met...*looks away*...yeah well ke life retlareng.Lunch was fine shem,I realy enjoyed,all was well until this one phone call ruined everything.Thamis mom answered her phone(which was rude to do whilst on table according to white people),she then threw her phone down and started crying like a mad woman.My dad and Nxamile jumped up and tried getting her to calm down whilst the rest of us were shocked. Her:Yooooh ngwanaka!!!!-She kept saying,I started panicking because the way she went on ka teng and the only child wage oseng teng month ke Thami,what had happened to Thamii mara.She eventually stopped crying I got her metsi a sukirir,we all looked at her waiting for whatever made her so upset,she drank her water and looked at me,then at Nxamile...Thamsanqa she said softly as tears escaped her eyes,she stared out infront of her then started going crazy again...Now I was panicking.I cant lose him,,,I cant lose him,,,was all my mind kept saying over and over again...I cant lose him,not like this.. «As We Lay by Kelly Price»,,,This entry and the one to come after this one is dedicated to very close friend of mine,,,#OAMOGETSWE **Tomorrow from the dawn,at the hour when the countryside whitens,I will leave.Do you see,I know that you are waiting for me,I will go by the forest,I will go by the mountain,I cant stay away from you any longer...**
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 16:07:53 +0000
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