“Random acts of life”

Life has a wonderful tradition of taking you by surprise when you least expect it. This happened to me recently when a friend and I invited ourselves to an exclusive party. A very diplomatic negotiation with the security guard on duty allowed us access into this corporate function. For two bachelors, the idea of free drinks, coupled with great entertainment and the opportunity to mingle is simply heaven.

It was a theme party and you had to wear these funky looking hats with the guys wearing jackets and the ladies wearing fury neon coloured scarves. Guess that it was a 70’s or 80’s theme but we never bothered to ask and just blended in by standing in line to receive our hats and jackets. The entertainment was really cool too and we danced our shoes off to Liquid Deep. Needless to say, that we were starting to attract some attention from our adopted colleagues. One person said to me, ”I have never seen you here before” to which I promptly replied, “I just started today” and I turned around and danced with someone else.

We had our photographs taken with most of the people at the party and I think that they all knew that we had gate crashed their party, but perhaps it was our festive attitude and social happiness that made them turn a blind eye. Perhaps it was all the free booze.

When I woke up that Thursday morning, I had no expectations other than I knew that I had to go to work and follow the normal day to day routine. The party was totally unexpected but thinking back, it is one my fondest memories to date. Looking at my side, I see my buddy smiling from ear to ear dancing with who knows who and I think to myself that this is what life is about. Creating memories and enjoying the random acts of life.

Regret

I see her but she does not see me
I hear her but she does not hear me
her perfume committed to memory
her smile lights up the room
but her eyes are deep and dark
I see her soul
I feel her soul
through her eyes deep and dark

Parenthood

we dream together of meeting you
tears run down our faces
the joy you bring we cannot hide
our hearts elated with happiness
seeing your ten soft toes and ten little fingers
we wonder whose nose you will have
your eyes will be beautiful
and with your fathers confidence
you will start to open your eyes
looking into a new world
and as your eyes open up wide
looking at daddy and mommy
you will hear our voices
as we say, “We love you”
for the very first time 

“That Love called War” - Part 2

I have had some interesting comments on “That Love called War” - Part 1 and some of it made me laugh and some got me thinking. It is interesting to me how words can speak to people in different ways considering what is going on in their life at that particular time.

A friend of mine recently attended a funeral in a small town just before Bloemfontein. He and a couple of mates decided that they would check out the local scene one of the nights and as they approached the town they were spoilt for choice in deciding which one of the two clubs to go to. (which just happened to be across the street from each other) As he walks into the club he notices a beautiful Indian girl standing with some of her friends. She noticed him to. I reference her race as I was later informed that it is a rare site to see an Indian in Bloem – let alone a beautiful Indian girl.

To shorten a long story – she eventually plucked up the courage to go and talk with him and this is what she said, ”Hi, my friends over there, have dared me to come over to you and ask you if you have a girl friend?” A week later I am sitting at dinner with my friend and the Indian girl from Bloem. My friend invited us to a party, so we thought we would get a bite before dancing it off. As I sat there, I watched the two of them – not staring, but paying attention. What really caught my eye was the “connection” that they had between them. I am not talking about chemistry – but you know that “connection”. It is there, you are not sure what it is or how to explain it, but it is there.

I find this type of “connection” simply beautiful.

Leaving you today with this thought – do you see these “connections”?  

“That Love called War” – part 1

“I feel it in my fingers, I feel it my toes, love is all around me and so the feeling grows, it is written on wind, it is everywhere I go, oh yes, it is, So if you really love me come on and let it show” (Love is all around lyrics by Wet Wet Wet)

I am not sure if you ever noticed like I have that the lyrics to most rock songs are pretty soppy and deep “shit”. Performed by hard core people who apart from having an ear for music are professors in drugs, alcohol, orgasmic orgies, fast cars and oh did I mention orgasmic orgies? It is no wonder that a rockers life span is short lived but boy are their legends remembered for eternity.  That brings a whole new meaning to “living your life to the fullest”. Bringing that down to the man in street for a second Wet Wet Wet certainly knew their shit with “Love is all around”. Having said that – can you imagine a woman trying to date one of these guys? Now you could argue that the words or the song was written by a proper writer (Babyface etc) but listen to them sing it and you know that the person has some life experience on the topic and that amazes the hell out me.

In short the message is quite clear – if you love me, show me and forget about the “bullshit” that may or may not have happened in the past. So it is difficult, get over it and show me. Remember why you felt what it is that you felt and that is all you need, to show it. So why do we (mortals) complicate things?

It is my opinion that you meet your soul mate only once – and if you have been lucky enough to have met that person then the above will apply to you. And that is why it is complicated. If you have not met your soul mate – your search simply continues.

And in the words of another poet:

“It's your love that I'm waiting on, It's my love that you're running from”. My man Bob Marley

(To be continued ....)