Thabazimbi | Accommodation

I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado

Now I bet this is not what one would expect to find when someone tells you you’ll be staying in a tent for the weekend.

Thabazimbi | Man on Fire

Go light your world - Kathy Troccoli

Thanks to some mad skill building wild fires and making us the best burger patties, my bestfriend Jarryd left the weekend deserving a new title, The Man on Fire. 

Thabazimbi | Safari

Asa - Eye Adaba

Thanks to Rhapsody, we woke up bright and early with all the energy in the world. And after quick showers for some and no showers for others and too many muffins we were on the road again – this time to Thabazimbi.

Thabazimbi | Johannesburg

And as promised in It's been a WHILE!! – here’s the first of 6 posts of my beautiful weekend away a few weeks ago. This weekend was special for so many reasons – reminded me once again that although the destination plays an important role, the best adventures are determined by the company. 

They grow so fast

I headed home last Thursday for my little sister’s matric farewell. And what a beautiful journey it was. I haven’t been home since JANUARY!! (the trauma ^^). Taking the bus makes me seriously nervous at times but I wanted to get home really early on Friday so I had to face fears in the name of love and thanks to the lady seated beside me, my time in the bus left me with an inspirational story I’ll never forget. I’ll be sure to share in weeks to come.

 Now I would’ve been over the moon just seeing all the beautiful faces I've missed so much at home but Awo’s dance just ensured some added glamour and happiness to the whole trip. And while Ncebs and I were the ones taking care of the transformation, looking at my sister’s final-look, I couldn’t believe that my little person had now grown into such a beautiful, mature young lady with a personality to match. 

I am certain by now that you’re all well-aware of how much I enjoy doing hair and make-up so of course this day was ALL about my sister, but I’m telling you now, I had just as much fun prepping for the dance.  

Now these behind the scenes pictures only tell a quarter of the story – paint yourself a better picture by adding buckets of laughter, inevitable family chaos and crazy noises and comments from 3 year-old twins as we plucked, painted and powdered.

My fresh-faced princess ready for some ironing and curlers. 

A quick #nomakeup #sisterselfie before we proceed

Taming some wild brows. I'm sure some of what were supposed to be my eyebrows were kept for my sister.

I have to mention that only a few years ago, it would take Awo and I hours to apply make-up on her gorgeous eyes. My unenthusiastic model would always interrupt my make-over with constant blinking and undisciplined tears but here we were a few years later and she didn't blink once.

And with the make-up done, the lady of the day got into her dress and it was time to release those curls**

And VOILÀ!!!!

And the time had come... 

There was something about the smile on my mom’s face and the pride in my grandma’s eyes moments before Awo and her date left for the dance that filled my heart with the deepest kind of happiness.

Seeing Uncle Jeff waiting happily outside, ready to take the couple to the dance, reminded me so much of my dance many moons ago - minus the winter chill we had in my year of course.  

Isn't she lovely...

Have yourself a lovely week 
Xx

It's been a WHILE!

Where to start!?! I have missed blogging sooo so much - there was so

much to share but so little time. The month of March showed me

flames. And of course there were times I felt burnt out but I'm

talking good flames here - tons of excitement and happiness.

Those who follow me on Instagram and twitter @asilily will have

noticed a handsome fella besides me in recent posts. My

favourite person paid me a visit and made me the happiest girl ever

ever - I'm still smiling as I write this.

Those of you in long distance relationships will know just how rough

things can get. With exactly 13615km between us, I spend half the time

wishing Germany was a few steps away or that I owned a private jet and

could visit him as often as my heart desires.

Now South Africa had a long weekend not so long ago, celebrating Human

Rights Day. I have to say, the 21st of March was quite a big one for me this year.

Not only because I'm doing an internship at the Institute for

Reconciliation and Social Justice but also due to the fact that I got

to see my best friend, celebrated boyfriend's birthday in Jozi and started a

lovely safari weekend adventure to beautiful Limpopo, visiting my

sister from another mother.

Now I realise that I played quite the disappearing act in March so

I've decided that the next couple of posts will cover some of what I

got up to last month. I can't wait to share all sorts with you but for

now...

This may seem a little late but I guess if we did what we could to protect and respect the rights of others on a daily basis, we would be leaps closer to a better South Africa. Mutual respect could pave the way to a country free of discrimination based on gender, race and sexual orientation. 

O but it's good to be back!

Xx

A better place

You will have noticed that I added a link to my twitter account recently. Truth is, I signed up in 2010 already thanks to a dear friend. He was forever tweeting and naturally I wanted to join in on all the fun, FOMO tends to get the better of me at times. My first response then was, "Uhm, where are all the pictures?"

Now I love pictures and I think back then twitter was just status updates and comments (I could be wrong). I tweeted for two days and decided that I seriously had no idea what was going on in twitterville. So after two delightful days of confusion I deleted the app from my phone and accepted defeat. 

But now that I'm blogging I felt that being on twitter only made sense. So I ventured into the maze yet again and I really wish I could say I'm back with a bang but I kid you not, while I am doing far better this time around, I am still in the dark about too many things. 

I will now cut a not so lengthy story into an even shorter one by saying that I sent out a cry for help on twitter earlier this morning. I was so glad when someone responded without any judgement. This was very kind of him considering the fact that I couldn't figure out that #NF stood for "Now Following".

Turned out my "knight in shining armour", the man  who rescued me from the dark world of unknown hashtags was in fact a talented poet/artist. I checked out his page and found something so beautiful and so true. 

I will add a link below so you can enjoy some of his other videos but first I have to share another one of my favourites

W.A.G.E

Make my day and follow me on twitter @asilily

Xx