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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Why I love love Amal Alamuddin!

Amal Alamuddin! This is a woman after my own heart! I love her! For those who do not know who she is, she is the woman who has managed to capture George Clooney's heart (sorry, that sounded a bit Mills & Boon-ish, ewww). The reason why I have so much respect for Amal is not only that she has bagged the man who was once the most eligible bachelor on earth, but because she is exactly the kind of woman I aspire to be. Certainly, I love the fact that she is married to a man who a lot of women would give their right arm for, but more than that I am inspired by the fact that she is Amal Alamuddin, before she is Amal Clooney. Too many times, we begin to know who a woman is after she has married a successful man. More often than not, she ends up being called a gold digger and being judged left right and centre, especially if there is a significant difference in the couple's individual finances. However, as far as Amal's relationship with George is concerned, he is just the icing on an already very yummy cake!

Amal and her George *sigh*



Just a bit of background on Amal. She is a London-based dual-qualified English barrister and New York litigation attorney. She is not just an ordinary lawyer but has represented high profile clients like the WikiLeaks whistleblower Julian Assange. She has worked in the Office of the Prosecutor at the UN Special Tribunal for Lebanon and at the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia She is an adviser to the King of Bahrain (yes, advisor to the KING!) in connection with the Bahrain Independent Commission of Inquiry and in 2013 was also advisor to Special Envoy Kofi Annan on the Syria issue. All this she has achieved at the tender age of 36! She really reminds me of myself. Women like her affirm to me that I am on the right path. Achieve as much as you can especially before marriage and babies come along.


Education, education, education!

Another thing I love about her (I shall be abusing the word love in this post and I do not apologise), is that she seems to do all she does with class and grace. I am yet to read or hear about any "diva-like" behaviour from her. She keeps her private life exactly that, private. I undertsand she has deactivated her Instagram and Twitter accounts and only speaks in public on issues relating to her work.










Last but by no means least, Amal is also quite the fashionista. She does all she does looking like a million bucks!

We need more women like Amal in the world to inspire young women around the globe with real, solid achievements that actually make a difference in the world. Ladies, these are the kind of women we need to emulate. Go out there, get an education, do what you love and excel at it. Keep your dignity at all times. Take care of yourself and make sure you look and feel your best always. Be the best you you can possibly be. We only have one life to live girls. Make sure you squeeze every bit of life out of it!

Even George Clooney agrees with me as he has been quoted as saying he "married up"!



Thursday, 14 August 2014

Murica's trigger happy police

You know, growing up opens your eyes to a lot of things (assuming you actually want to open them that is). When I was younger, almost everyone I knew dreamt of going to live in or at visiting the mighty United States of America. It was after all, the land of milk and honey (or so we all thought). Heaven on earth. The land of FREEDOM. Everyone bought into the idea of the "American dream". However, the more I see and learn about this nation, the more I realise this freedom they always go on about is reserved for certain sections of society i.e. if you are black then forget it dude!

America, America! What I want to know is where exactly do they get the balls to sit on their high horse and preach human rights and peace to other countries when they are busy running riot and slaughtering their own? Granted, the whole world in upside down what with Syria, Egypt, Ukraine, Isis in Iraq, Boko Haram in West Africa etc. There are human rights abuses all over the globe that desperately need to be addressed. However, what really annoys me about "Murica" is how they like to point out what wrong everyone else doing and yet turn a blind eye to their own murderous cops. What really is going on with these American cops though? Do they have some sort of a quota of black people they have to kill or something? There is no justice for the Treyvon Martins, the Michael Browns and the Pearlie Golden's of America whilst the George Zimmermans get off scott free. 

Just look at how the demostrators in Ferguson are being demonised. Demonised for demanding justice. Justice which I can bet will never be served whilst the killer is chilling somewhere on paid leave, waiting for the storm to blow over. Yes, there are thugs who will take advantage of the situation and loot and destroy property. They need to be arrested and punished. However, that should not be the main focus of the story! Why are they trying to belittle what happened to Michael Brown and make it more about a handful of opportunistic thugs? What a sad, sad world we live in! I wonder how much more police brutality is going on over there that people are too afraid to speak up about? Interesting though how in almost all of these latest cases, the cops are white and the victims black. I'm certainly not saying the police should not do their job but the frequency of cases where black people are shot a killed by white police in unclear circumstances is just ridiculously high!

America just needs to sit down and get its house in order first because from where I'm sitting, there's a hell of a lot work that needs to be done to address human rights violations in their own back yard!

#Ferguson This looks like a scene from the 1960's. The cops have dogs! Reminds me of these pre-Zimbabwe independence pictures I've seen or apartheid pictures.

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Ebola Outbreak

I have always thought and still think Donald Trump is a complete douchebag. His views and comments on a lot of things leave me dumbfounded and can, at times, be quite comical! So I was not really surprised when I heard the internet was up in arms over several tweets he had posted concerning the current outbreak of the Ebola virus in West Africa. Below are some of the tweets in question:






My first reaction was that of anger. I was like really, how silly can this man get? How can he be so hateful and cruel toward his own people? Doctors too who were doing all they can to help and try to treat infected people in West Africa! I absolutely hate to admit this but the more I thought about it, the more I began to agree with him. Ebola is a highly infectious and deadly disease WITH NO KNOWN CURE. 90% of those who get it WILL DIE. And it is speading fast (yes I know I'm not supposed to start a sentence with "and" but I really can't be bothered right now).Those two American doctors were given an experimental treatment which had not yet been tested on humans and which is obviously not yet widely available to everyone.

I began to think about my home country, Zimbabwe. God forbid we get that virus here with our crippled health system, very erratic water supplies and good medication only available to a small percentage of the population. I can only but imagine the complete disaster! I think we should suspend flights to and flights from West Africa with IMMEDIATE effect. We are not equiped to deal with such a dangerous and highly contageous disease. This needs the uttmost attention and the highest levels of authourity in the Ministry of Health need to look into this urgently.

What do you guys think? Am I overracting or do you also see the potential disaster here?

To find out more about this deadly virus, click here

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Marlon Wayans offends at MTVMAMA2014..or does he?

So the MTV African Music Awards were held over the weekend in beautiful Durban and Marlon Wayans was the host. Many people are up in arms over the fact that he was chosen to host the event instead of an African (an African African as opposed to an American African). Certainly, these are the MAMAs and a purely African host would have appealed to the masses in Africa. However, at the same time we need to remember this was an international event viewed all around the world. MTV needed someone who was recognisable by the target market world over.



Marlon at the MTV African Music Awards 2014
There is also heaps of shade being thrown in his direction for making what some are calling "blatantly ignorant African jokes that angered many". Whilst I see the point of people preferring to have had an African African host the awards, I quite amused at those who thought he was being offensive. In my opinion, he was actually trying to do exactly the opposite. He even said the point of those funny clips was to try and eradicate the ridiculous stereotypes that Americans especially and the world at large have about what Africa is like. People need to keep in mind that Marlon IS a comedian and he did express himself in the best way he knows how. I think the people who are up in arms did not actually understand what the point of the clips he did with the various African celebs was. Quite frankly I think it was really funny and at the same time eye opening for those people around the world who were watching the awards. People need to THINK outside the box! It is unfortunate that even now, in 2014, there are people out there who are so ignarant and uneducated that they think here in Africa, we still run around naked swinging from tree to tree and riding around on lions. That is, I think, there stereotype Marlon was trying to address. Like my friend Tits (yes Tits) and I always say, for one to understand jokes, they need to have a certain level of intellect! What do you guys think? Are those that are offended justified or nah?

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

It's my hair....I bought it!

Guys. Am I the only one totally freaked out by wearing Brazilian/Peruvian/Indian/Venezuelan/Mongolian/Pakistani (Ok, I've never heard of Pakistani but I'm sure it's there!) hair? I just cannot wrap my mind around putting someone else's hair on MY head. It literally gives me goosebumps. I've read all these reports of untreated human hair causing untold havok on people's scalps like maggots and diseases and goodness knows what else. Look, I agree 100% that the good quality hair looks absolutely gorgeous if installed properly. Think of your Beyonces and Ciaras and Rihannas of the world. 

 

I've asked this question before and was told it's not really that gross because the hair gets cleaned and treated etc. However, I still cannot get over the fact that that hair is dead matter from someone else's head...that I'm going to bond/sew onto my head? Ewwww! Maybe I'm just too fussy but the thought just really really REALLY creeps me out. My scalp starts to itch if I just think about it! I'd rather stick to my braids and good quality plastic weaves thank you very much! Ladies, am I the only one that feels like this?


Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Solange gives Jigga a beat down!

First of all I would like to totally apologise to you all. This is not an entertainment blog and I do not usually have post on celebrities. I usually to post on topics with more substance and meaning. Second of all, I DO NOT condone domestic viloence in any way, shape or form. Whether it's men hitting women or women hitting men, whether it's happening to celebrities or to ordinary people. Domestic violence is unfortunately a growing cancer in our society that needs to be exterminated before it becomes uncontrollable.

Having said that however, I'm always amused at how much TIME people have on their hands. The quick reaction people have to current news is amazing. I'm sure you've all seen or at least heard about Solange beating the sh*t out of Jay Z after the Met Gala while Bey just stood there like absolutely nothing's going on. I only heard about this like last night, woke up today and the internet is literally ablaze with a whole host of hilarious memes. For those that don't have enough time to troll the net and look for all the memes, I've been kind enough to put together the funniest ones I found below :) Check 'em out!

 The video in question:



The memes:

















Monday, 31 March 2014

Dear Daddy

Hi daddy. Today marks seven years since you were taken away from me. I miss you terribly and wish you were still here. I miss your smile, which everyone says is exactly like mine.

Killer smile :)
I miss joking around and being silly with you. You were my dad as well as my big brother. I miss you so much. Yes, it's seven years but it seems like yesterday. Whoever said time heals had not lost a dad like you. Not a day goes by since that overcast April morning that I don't think about you.

Now that I'm older and more mature, I often wonder what our relationship would be like now. The kind of conversations we would have. The things we would do together. There are so many things I would have loved to do for you now that I have a good job. Buying you stuff and sending you and mommy on holiday. All sorts of things.
Baby Tina and Daddy


I know that if you were here now, you would be proud of the young lady that I have become. I've done all the things we talked about that you wanted me to achieve before getting married ;) I  know you would be proud and happy!

I guess my only solace is that I believe in God and that He always has our best interests at heart. Maybe he did not want you to be in more pain than you already were. I just hope and pray that it is part of His plan that we will one day see eachother again.

Your heart broken daughter

Tina



"Choping" & "Chops"

I just heard someone say "Cherovlet"...and pronounced the "t". I cringed, rolled my eyes and corrected them in my head. Yes, I am a grammar troll. People should just learn how to pronounce words properly. I swear if words were people, there would be a lot of people guilty of mass genocide on a daily basis! I remember when we were in high school we used to call it "choping", pronounced "ch-oh-ping". In upper sixth we even had a counter book where we wrote down all the words people mis-pronounced and we'd have a good laugh about it. There was this poor woman who took us for English for a term I think and her possession of the English Language was absolutely atrocious. To this day I don't know why on earth she taught English of all things. Needless to say, we terrorised her with our constant giggling and imitations of her funny utterances.

Now that I'm older though, I find myself looking at people in a slightly different light. Not all of us attended private schools. Not all of us took up French as a second language (Some people I know were arguing with me the other day when I was telling them you do not pronounce the "z" on "chez" in French. Guess they are used to hearing "CHeZ Ntemba" *sigh*). We were not all exposed to the same things and you know what? Just because one can speak better English than the next person, doesn't mean they are more intelligent or better than everyone else in any shape, way or form. It just simply means they were exposed to a different environment and that's ok. I've learnt to listen to what a person is saying as opposed to how they are saying. If you get the gist of what they are saying then it's all good right?

I maybe wrong but I've observed that as black people, we tend to laugh at each other more for mispronouncing ENGLISH words. Noone really bats an eyelash when some French person literally murders the English language. Everyone is always like "Oooo listen to his accent, isn't  is so sexy". Next comes a Nigerian dude talking about his "moda" and his "fada" and "googoo" (Google). Everyone packs out laughing and it's all "Oh my gosh, these Nigerians, you can hardly hear a word they are saying"! Really now?

I have no mercy though for those people who like to act like they are the originators of the Queen's English themselves. You know them. The ones who went to some mission school in the middle of nowhere. Us Zimbos call them "salad-wanna be's" or "masadzala". The ones who make sure their children cannot speak their mother language at all. They think talking through their noses in some high pitched screech will make them sound like they are talking in perfect English...NOT! Just be yourself and be proud of your background. As long as you speak with confidence and know what you are talking about there really should not be a problem.

After having said all that though, I still remain a grammar troll. It really doesn't hurt to try and improve your knowledge of English or any other language for that matter. Especially if you are aware of your short comings. Good grammar ain't never killed noone! Oooops, I mean good grammar has never been to known to kill anyone!



Saturday, 1 March 2014

Big Chop!

I cut my hair yesterday. Chopped it all off. I now have a tiny fro. Why? Because I thought my relaxed hair had become too fine and I wanted to start growing my natural hair and texturise it again in the future. How do I feel about it today? I want my hair back. I WANT IT BAAAAACK! Freddy, why did you let me cut it?! Whhhhhhhy? (Freddy is my hair dresser by the way) I had no clue that simply cutting one's hair could be such an emotional event. I realise how absolutely ridiculous that sounds. It is after all just hair right? But it's not you see. I feel like a part of me is missing somehow. A woman's hair is part of her. Part of her identity. It's one of the many things that make you a woman. Your pretty hair. My pretty hair. THAT I CHOPPED OFF YESTERDAY :'( I remember how absolutely nervous I got when the scissors went in and the first tuft of hair fell to the floor. It was then that the uncertainty crept in. The last time I had hair this short I must have been in like form two or something. Generally my hair grows fast but what if that has changed with age? What if I never regain my length? My heart started beating faster and I wanted to scream "Stoooop". Anyway, I will need to get over it soon because, as my oh-so-sensative friend said to me yesterday "Well, it's gone now chick".

Me with that "WTF did I just do?!?!" look


I had been thinking of cutting it off for a while but hadn't really had the guts to go for it. Then yesterday I was like what the heck, chop it all off I say! I mean my natural hair is not bad. It's long enough for me to get braided and stuff. Maybe it's just that I miss my long hair, thinning out though it was. Maybe I just need to give myself time to get used to this short look. After all, my reason for cutting my hair was to grow more healthy hair right? Also, I have been doing a lot of reading up on taking care of African hair, both natural and relaxed so I guess I know how to take better care of it. If all goes well, I would like to texturise it at the end of next year. It should have grown enough by then. My hair is very soft so I think texturising it is much better than relaxing it so it becomes bone straight. That should help it retain some body. I also don't think I have the patience to put in the extra work that long natural hair requires!

So guys, wish me luck on this natural hair journey! My purse is not too happy though because I need to go and buy some good quality wigs! If any one has any interesting tips for keeping natural hair healthy and strong, feel free to leave them in the comments section below.

Just a word of advice though, for those contemplating the big chop, make sure you are 100% certain and emotionally ready or else you will end up bawling your eyes out! I actually feel much better after putting this all down in this post though :)

Hope to get it back to this length soon!

Monday, 24 February 2014

Growing up...(1)

So I'm checking out these pictures on The Grain's Facebook page. For those who don't live in Harare, The Grain is a Tapas Bar and Restaurant in Newlands (formally Red Bar). There are all these chicks looking hotter than 1 p.m...in Kariba...in October along with the buff guys hanging on their every word. Kudos to the photographer though because the pictures look great! I see one or two cuties and the cougar in me raises her head to check them out (What?!). However, I realise one thing though while going through these pictures. Ndakura! I'm all grown up! I find myself looking at some of the pictures and thinking "Tjo! Tjo! Tjo! Did her mom let her go out the house looking like THAT?" Don't get me wrong, I think some of them are really fashion forward and look great.

 I know this scene well though, the atmosphere, the loud music (que a Kenrick beat here), the loud conversation, subtly scanning the place for the good looking guys, checking out who looks hotter than you, having silent eye-conversations with your friends, updating your Twitter and Foursquare statuses (Do you say statuses if it's more than one? Coz stati sounds so wrong?? Anyhoo...), ripping all the wack chicks to shreds with your girlfriends, feeling more and more ratchet as the alcohol flows through your veins, dancing like there's no tomorrow. Yes, don't y'all look all shocked. You know exactly what I'm talking about. There's absolutely nothing wrong with this scene as long you don't end up doing something you will regret for the rest of your life.

Anyway, I digress. My point here is I've realised that I am growing up. Clubbing and going out is all very well and good but you know what? I'm kind of over it. I see my friends opening their eyes wide hehehe. I don't mean our occassional crazy girls night out. That is a must a shall be enjoyed until we are 90! I mean the clubbing every weekend, getting home in the wee hours of the morning. Drinking so much you have the MOTHER of all headaches for the next three days. All of that just doesn't interest or excite me anymore. I see pictures and smile and think "let the kids have their fun". For goodness sake I was HOME for new years eve and guess what? I thoroughly enjoyed it. No #fomo whatsoever.

Nowadays I really enjoy going out with friends to really quiet places. Good music playing in the background, stimulating conversations. Good wine and good food (Not Steers at 4 a.m. lol) A nice relaxing weekend away. A day at the spa. A braai at a friends house. Spending the weekend at home catching up on all my series. A trip to the gallery to check out the latest pieces. A good book and a nice bottle of rose (yes a bottle not a glass) This is what makes me happy now and you know what? I'm content. I've been there and done that and am happy with the woman I am growing up to be.

Onto the next chapter of life ;)


"Innocent" night out with my sister from another mother :-D


Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Resolutions, resolutions!

Ok, ok. I know I'm like almost one and a half months late but better late than never right? Happy 2014 everybody! Here's hoping your 2014 is fabulous so far. Mine is extremely hectic, hence the lack of new posts. This animal called a dissertation is from hell I tell you! It's taking up all my time and driving me up the wall! Anyway, I just wanted to say a word or two about new year's resolutions. First of all, I think the whole concept is so overrated. Why should you want to start doing something only at the beginning of a new year? It kind of confines you and puts you in a box don't you think? How many times have you heard people say "Oh, I want to start eating more healthy food at the beginning of next year" or "Oh, I want to start giving more next year". Why not just do what you want to do when you think about it? Why does it have to be dressed up as a "resolution"? You want to lose weight? Great! Start now. It doesn't matter if it is May or October. Start now. Also, have you noticed how once something becomes a resolution, come February it is just but a distant memory? Funny but true. Then you never get anything done. Now, I know how totally hard it is to start something. I am like the master procrastinator it's not even funny. But you know what? Once you start it will get easier. I promise.
Happy new year all!
Secondly, I think the reason most people end up giving up on their resolutions is because they want to do the impossible. You will see a woman that weighs 95kgs saying "I want to lose 30kgs in the next two months". She weighs herself everyday for two weeks and she realises she hasn't lost so much as one kilo! Then she gives up. Resolutions need to be SMART. Specific. Measurable. Achievable. Realistic. Timeous (You see, I was listening in that Strategic Management class!!)In this case, Specific = I want to lose 30kgs. Measurable = She can see what effect her weight loss has on her clothes. Is she dropping sizes? Achievable = Can she really do this? Is she in the right frame of mind to do it? Does she have access to the right kinds of food to eat? Can she make time to work out? Realistic = Errmm, 30kgs in two months is NOT achievable if you want to lose weight in a healthy way. She needs to set a target of a year or more. Timeous. She can't just say "I want to lose weight". There has to be a time frame. The time frame forces her to work hard so she achieves her goal by the set time. This is just one example but you can do this little exercise with anything you want to achieve. 

 Lastly, I think people put themselves under too much pressure with like a million things they want to achieve. Don't try to be a jack of all trades because you will end up being a master of none. Also, resolutions don't have to be world changing achievements. They just need to mean something to YOU no matter how silly or insignificant you think they may sound to other people. Let me tell you about my resolutions for last year. I only had four. And (yes, I know I'm not supposed to start a sentence with "and" but cut me some slack here) I murked all of them too! Here they are: 1. Start my masters. Done. 2. Finish paying off my car. Done. Actually, I managed to do this way before the full amount was due so really happy about that! 3. Start a relationship with a reputable magazine and get my work published in it. Done. 4. Pay off all debts. Done. I am totally, squeaky clean, debt free! So you see. You don't have make sure you get a Nobel Peace Prize or buy a Bugatti Veyron or hook up with Laz Alonso (although hooking up with Laz in my book is very achievable. That is my baby daddy, he just doesn't know it yet!) The only thing that is critical is the first step. Just start. Keep the finish line in focus. Start anytime. Go get 'em tiger!

Le baby daddy...dude just doesn't know it yet!