Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

17 March 2015

Feminism & Mama's Curly Wig









Equality. If you were to ask ANY feminist what feminism is, that is the answer you would get. It is the quality of male and female, where the choices you make are NOT determined by your sex. It is the right to receive equal praise for your work/art/craft/achievements as ubrothers over there next to you. It is saying, “ Listen here, my female parts do not define me therefore do not undermine me!”. It is not tolerating hearing males insulting each other with the use of female characteristics or private parts, clearly and so blatantly insinuating that we are the weaker, less capable sex, i.e “My guy, stop being such a pussy”or “Flip! That oke drives like such a woman.”

Me being a female should not mean that my favourite colour is pink or that I like pretty dresses and make-up or that being married to a pot-bellied man named Philemon with our five kids, Thembi, Sipho, Vusi, Amanda and Luyanda and dog spotty, is my life-long goal. No! That is my CHOICE. Therefore it shouldn’t be “unusual for a woman” if I should ever decide not to marry (which for interest’s sake, I really don’t think I want to) or if I decide that I do not want to push another human being out of MY vagina, don’t raise your brow at me. And if I were to decide to get married, it is not “my duty” to bear you children and iron your shirts and I wouldn’t be your wife, I’d be your partner. Why? because we are equal.




I was slapped in the face with ignorance last week when I came across tweets that claimed that being feminist came at a certain age or that you’d have to have “been through life” or “have done your research” to be able to call yourself a feminist. This is untrue. It was untrue last week, it was untrue yesterday, it is untrue today and flip man it will never be true. Feminism has no age and I personally feel that toddlers should already be taught that boys and girls are the same. As kids growing up we have all heard the term, “you don’t hit girls”, a term that should actually be “you do not use violence whether it is a girl or a boy”. Things like that make a difference in the way that young girls and boys see each and will help them realise that “hey he/she is no different to me” or that little Annie playing Dragon Ball Z cards with little Sipho is not a “boy thing” for her to do. The kid just really enjoys re-enacting Goku’s Super Saayin episodes just as much as Sipho does!

Feminism has helped me realise that being undermined because of my gender is NOT okay and it never will be. Who does society think they are telling me that I cannot “flourish too much” in my line of work because I just might over-shadow the brothers next to me. Why am I limited to competing against my own gender? What makes ubrothers more capable, more important, more accomplished than I am even though we are putting in the same amount of sweat? The day I became a feminist is the day I decided that nah, I’m not having that. Where do you stand?

The Look//







Whenever I speak or write about feminism, there is always a flame burning inside of me.. I think its passion. Yes, I am passionate about this cause. Whenever I declare my feminism, my goodness do I feel fierce! I feel tall, I feel proud and therefore I shout it out loud. I always try to recreate what I feel inside through pictures and today I felt Mama Rani’s wig did my feels justice. I’ve always loved the big, curly look and feel it emulates the woman I’d love to be one day – independent and fierce.

Stay Blessed x 

7 March 2015

March // The Faux Glamour Around Turning 18



So last week Sunday I turned 18. I could tell you how different it feels and how I am now a "grown woman and can do whatever I want" but I'd be lying and I respect your level of tolerance for played out clichés way too much to feed you that one my dear friends!

Truthfully, all I feel is a sense of uncertainty . I feel more child-like than I did at 23:57 on Saturday evening. A rush of rebellion came over me, as if urging me to live a little more, love a little harder and really not give a damn. All whilst using my non existent kick boxing skills to kick down the boundaries society sets up sky high for us females (something I stay and will forever stay preaching) .

I've struggled with my image and identity for almost seven years now. I went from "too fat" to "too skinny" all the way back to an in between,awkward size that was neither bad nor good/sexy enough - all according to society and it's rule book that we follow so religiously! And I realised how exasperating it is trying to box yourself up into a category that doesn't even account for half of your personality . All these years I have spent trying to figure out exactly where I belong. Well you know what? Home is where the heart is and my heart is in whatever touches my soul. So tonight I'll sleep with my turban on because I'm deep within my spiritual feels (yes, turbans are spiritual to me), tomorrow weave my hair,  the next  day I'll squeeze into a vest with a V-line plunging so low that my double D's make you uncomfortable! Simply because being 18 and going with the motions and wherever your heart leads you too (also taking into consideration the amount of Fendi's* you give on that day) is so much more easier and flippen peaceful for the soul!

So 18 year old me says to you .. " whatever is good for the soul, do that!"


This was my before 18 look//




Outfit
Skort playsuit - Cotton On 
Platforms - Cotton On 


Stay blessed x 



13 September 2014

Dear diary | Ninja or nah ?

So last week I was dubbed a "black hippie" by a friend. He deduced this or rather came to the conclusion from the contents of my blog and mind ( which he now and again enjoys picking and vice versa - bless you sweet Theodore! ) .

My first reaction to this was  to be offended honestly. My cliche argument being why BLACK hippie and not just hippie ? Since when is eccentricity a colour ? Why class me according to my race ? You know what i mean ?
Truthfully im not even too joyous about the classification of hippie. Because today being classified "a hippie" is more of a fashion compliment than an appreciation/recognition for your serene outlook on life or your immense love for everything beautiful or even your strong belief in right and wrong , moral and immoral and your willing-ness to fight for that notion.

I am far from hippie. I lust for immorality more than I strive for morality . There's always something that feels right when doing something wrong. I have far too many perspectives on life and all its shenanigans to be a do gooder. So even though my dear friend passed me the compliment ( in his arguement I understood why it  was a compliment  and thanked him regardless ) , I think I will pass on the "black hippie" title . I see no colour and I could never be classified.

So a couple of weeks ago I woke up wanting to be a ninja . See that's an occupation rather than a classification - fictional or not ! Anyway .. I felt like channeling Left Eye from TLC (may her soul rest in peace) and MichealAngelo .. because teenage mutant ninja turtles duh ! These two will always be the sheeez nacks to me . Left Eye when she'd spit those "i feeeeel you guurl!" type verses (Waterfalls x TLC) and MA for making me wish I could kick bad guy butt .

So I doned the faux beauty spot and badly done signiture Left Eye patch by .. Left Eye. There was equally badly done make-up but hey who gives ? Im not one for the face paint anyway. The end result was my interpretation of a ninja .. A Thando ninja , Love Ninja . Ha.

Bless you for finding my ramblings interesting enough to read through .

1 August 2014

Reflections

Hi it's Luthando

I'm not really sure how to start this blog post in a way that'll entice you to keep scrolling down and reading but I'll try the cliché  "life and it's relatable shenanigans has me down" route. In usual 17-year old cases, I'd be expected to look to those quote pictures for emancipation but alas they cure not the growing pains (which is what I've ignorantly diagnosed myself with).

I have been feeling jaded as of late. It's disgusting, almost as revolting as being dependant on anything/anyone besides yourself. I don't like routine. I really dislike it and ironically at this stage, my entire life is based on routine. I am a creative. But my creativity is confined and restricted by expectations placed on me and clouded by disappointments I'm always having to "get over" .

Anyway the just of this is to just sit back and reflect on what's preventing you from BEING GREAT.  EMANCIPATE YOURSELF FROM MENTAL SLAVERY as Bob Marly once sung.

Bless.

P.s I apologise for the long absence, school is hectic.