A night I felt like an African Queen

03 October 2009Had nothing to wear, my clothes hadn't arrived from back home in Jozi. Already reaching the conclusion that it just wasn't worth it and besides, I was still going to be at next year's ball. But no no no....

Life had more in store for me, now I know what was meant with the saying " 'n Kaffir maak en het a plaan". It's in times like these that I reiterate the words "I'm black and I'm proud" with just that.... pride of being black, pride of being a woman, pride of being a South African and pride of being built like a perfect being that has been created in God's image....

Simatsatsa is what I was referred to, stunning was an adjective juxtaposed to the african work done of my top. Reminiscing on the date that brought joy to my uncle: 07 January 2006, the day he said: "I Do" to his departed wife. I wore that garment with prestige, I wore that garment with respect, as a tribute to lerato la malume waka...

Celebrating her good taste and style in clothes, the kindness of her heart that was so often mistaken for being soft and tender. The harshness of her character that was mistaken for cruelty. Regardless of what her judges said of her on this earth, she is sorely and proudly missed by those who knew her for who she was and everything that she stood for.

Rest in Peace Learato Phuthuma- Pulumo