Not Yet Pundi-tic

Not Yet Pundi-tic

08 June 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

When I grow up, I am going to be like my neighbour.Every day, early in the morning, Bonnie pads slowly and sluggishly down the stairs.  Blue pinstripe shirt, top buttons undone, tie hanging across the open neck, sleeves folded twice back.  Always clean shaven, rimless glasses, jacket slung over his shoulder.He rounds the block of flats, goes down the steps, to the parking where he gives Mutua the night watchman final instructions on the car wash job.  Bonnie is always in a hurry.  And Mutua is...

28 May 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I am tall, dark and handsome – women can be handsome yes?I am above average in intelligence, humour and creativity.I am very emotionally.  I care too much.  I give too much – not the money, don’t have much of that to give, but of myself.I am trying to kill the bad habits and nurture the good ones.  Grow the right attitudes and build a quality belief system.I like the good life.  I want to live the good life.  A clear morning view of hills, valleys, lakes; with a hot cup of tangawizi tea,...

24 May 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Long suffering.  I had heard of the phrase before, but recently it made a significant mark on me. It was like I was hearing it for the first time.  I looked it up.  It is ‘having or showing patience in spite of troubles, especially those caused by other people.”When you suffer for long.  Long.  Loooooong.  Years.  And it seems like it will never end.  You know it will never end.  Long suffering.  From situations and from people.Trouble and strife.  Worry and woe.  Sorrow and sadness.  Pain and...

13 May 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I care too much a relative once told me.  You love too hard.  That is not a good place to be, she said.  Because when your heart is in too much, you hurt too much when things go awry.   It's true.  And when things go awry, I do not practice hate, I do not take up against you.  But I put you away, forget you.  Out of mind.  Not remembered.  At peace. But what is the opposite?  Not to feel strongly about things?  Not to be passionate?  Not to care that much?Would that not be akin to not breathing...

28 April 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I started writing this as a give and take, between person A and person B.  And they were discussing C.  And C's actions and life.  And basically A was saying that C was evil, or rather C's actions were evil, wrong, a sin and C was hot footing it to hell.B on the other hand was asking A -who are you to judge and adding that if A was without sin, then then A could cast stones.Bystanders, the bible thumping kind joined the sinning and judging fray, and surprisingly there were different quotes...

17 April 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

My words are strong.  Very strong.  Sometimes too strong.  Wince causing strong language. I have many lines of defense.  The first one is that I speak it or write as it comes.  Is that a good defense? That if I changed the words it would not be my original thoughts?Another line of defense- if I try to change the words, then the message, the meaning of what I was saying is lost.  And I cannot allow that to happen, now can I?I can argue it is my style.  That I do not know any other way.  It is...

17 April 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

After a certain number of years of marriage, and you are still married, as happily as you thought you should be and would be, you need to kneel down and thank the good Lord, or whatever deity on nondeity you subscribe to.Reason?  You have tangled, examined each other, weighing in, judging in, and have found your marriage wanting.  What is that bible verse? Mene mene tekel what?  Upharsin – yes? Mene, mene tekel upharsin. The marriage has been mene’d mene’d.  You have counted it.  Individually...

07 April 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I attended a talk recently.  It was organised by a network group for women in entrepreneurial activities – fempreneurs we are called.  The talk was given by a lady who runs her own business.  Successfully I might add.  She runs her businesses successfully.  She talked of how she had made it.  Her failures and her successes.  She shared openly.  Some things she said struck a cord with me, others didn’t, or I cannot remember them - I am an adult learner.  Attention span zero. Retention span...

19 March 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Truth be told, as one woman to another, your panty line cutting across your baytock is not a pleasant sight.  True story.  And no, I am not jealous.  Truly, I really do not care that you have a big bum.  And yes, my backside is minuscule, a peanut of a derriere.  I am not well endowed in my nether regions.  And still I am not jealous.Lets talk about us, the small haunched women.  As the world goes gaga over the well endowed grogan ciandas, we too have drooled [in an appreciation of God’s...

09 March 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Once upon a time you had a friend.  And you were good friends.  Then, like some good things, the friendship came to an end.There was no dramatic fallout between you.  No hurled insults and abuses.  No nothing like that.  Just a longer time to respond to a greeting, and an increasing number of missed calls.  And time.  Time happened in between you.Sometimes you think about things from the other side of the friendship.  And wonder if it was a deliberate decision to move on.  But then you reason,...

28 January 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I cannot spell.  Not to save my life.  At all.  It was reinforced in my early schooling years, when my father asked me to correctly spell assignement. [It is being underlined in red.] Autocorrect says my spelling is wrong.  Lets try again.  Assigment? No. What?  Assingment? Nooo?  One last time......asignnement,  asiggnement?  Bah humbug.  Whatever.Apart from him – my father, not being an empathetic person [and I am just being sensitive to sensibilities here], no amount of haranguing, pinching...

23 January 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

The kind of person who wakes up in the morning.  And my major plot of the day is to get to the mall.  By hook or by crookTo do whatever Or nothingTo hang out at the mallA mally kind of personLook around.Hop From shop to shopFloor to floorLookingPeepingTouching.Idle banter with the staff in this shopAnd that shopAny shopWho know you are idlingWasting your time with theirsSit on the bench by the liftWatch the madams and mans go byWondering how busy they areAnd how unbusy I amAsk who is around....

07 January 2015 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I fired myself because I could not fire the company, the boss or any other employee.  I took control of what I could control.  I took control of myself.  I fired me.  Did right by me.  Not right for the company.  Not right for the boss.  Not right for the human resources officer.I fired myself to do right by me.  Because I live with me 24/7.  And will never live with the boss, the HR or the company, so help me God.  And what is right for them all, can never be right for me.I fired myself...

27 December 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I do not know about you, but sometimes rage happens.  Crazy rage.  To me. In you.  And it is usually set off by the smallest things.  Though now I come to think about it, it probably happens because of shutting down the vents from little annoyances.  Holding stuff in.  A kind of abeyance. Holding it in.  Mantled in.  Plugged shut.Like a volcano.  That some say is dormant.  And they are trotting up and down your sides. And clambering all over you.  Getting to the top and sitting there...

15 December 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

You meet someone.  You are attracted to them.  You love them.  You do the whole wedding shebang thing.  Married.  And then you live together.Or you live together first and then get married.  But key is the marriage ceremony thingini happens and then the living together.  You must be married first, for you to realise that you married a stranger.Because after some time, and this has nothing to do with the honeymoon stage, or the 7 year itch, or the 10 year hurdle, you look at your partner and...

15 December 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Each came out of the darkness to answer a primal call from within.  Self selected to come into God’s light.  A burning desire within each, to leave behind his limitations.  To become a man of purpose.  To fulfill his destiny.They met through the ordinance of God, for their paths were bound to converge.  The time and place of this congregation long preordained.  To form an assembly.  Of men enough.Men yearning for knowledge in the Word.  Men seeking faith and God’s favour.  Men of vitality and...

03 December 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Tharn - a Lapine word.  A language created by author Richard Adams for his 1972 novel  Watership Down   Awesome book.which I read when I was 12. Tharn .  To freeze in terror.  No thought.  No movement.  Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of oncoming cars.  It’s going to die.  It’s going to die.  It’s going to die!!Social media tharn.  Caught in the brilliance of social media.  A lot of thought.  A big lot of thought.  Thoughts that got to be told.  My deepest darkest secrets, my innermost...

02 December 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I sat in a class recently, and there was a guy in front being the font of knowledge, and his words were flowing with wisdom.  At some point he talked about fools.  Something about them not being able to see or know they are foolish, and the different perspective they have. It got me thinking about fools.Are we supposed to call people fools by the way?  Probably not.  Politically correctness et al.  But the fact remains, and this is between you and I, that there are fools, and sometimes, needs...

02 December 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Kathleen Kelly, writing to "NY152", in You've Got Mail ; Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? ......... I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void. I too live a small life. A small but valuable life.  And I too sometimes I wonder, if it is because I have not been brave enough to search...

17 November 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Their greatest fear is not that they are inadequate.  Their greatest fear is that you are powerful beyond   measure.That is why they put you down.  Never put in a good word for you.  Never offer you the job.  Never give you the promotion.  Never get you the pay rise.  Never want to see you move on up [to the deluxe apartment in the sky].That is why they gloat over your mistakes.  Discourage you.  Drain you. That is why they must keep you down.  Enslaved. Desperate actions against you.  Or...

07 April 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I had a series of conversation on the Oscars and Lupita and if she deserved to win, why she won, the difference between her and the other nominees in her category.  Which led to the mention of the Wolf of Wall Street, and I commented, that yes, I thought it was a good movie.    Buddies:  Whaaaaaaaaat?  You enjoyed that rubbish?Me:  Which one?  Wolf of Wall Street? Yes I did.  Why do you call it rubbish?Buddies:  How could you even watch it?  So that you even gt to deciding it is a good movie. ...

01 April 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I am the Mama your Mother, who brought you out of my womb, out of the warmth and security, and into this hard unforgiving world.  You shall have no other mama apart from me.  Period.  No matter if she looks better, dresses better, drives a better car, and allows you to do what you want, when you want.  No matter if she gives you lollipops and soda, and no vegetables and fruits.  And no matter if your father has (hell freeze over) married her.  And in that case you will have no mothers to speak...

25 March 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

God says, “Remember I too have a sense of humour”.    I pondered on this as I meditated on my hopes and aspirations.  Mentally ruminated over my needs and wants.  I examined where I was right now.  As I wondered where I would be in the next now.  In the future.I had an idea regarding how I got to where I was now.  I knew it was through my past.  My history.  My moments joined together by one commonality.  Me.I lived those moments. Active moments.  Action moments.  Achieving goals.  In a plan....

03 March 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I met my special group of friends again.  Actually, we meet quite often.  But sometimes the meetings are flat and not noteworthy.  Sometimes, the group melds and a giddy lovely time is had by all.We started off as usually quite mildly and sanely listening to the 80s soul music, remembering stars who were famous in years gone by, before even some of us were born.  Tina Tuner residing in Switzerland with her million dollar insured legs – I do not know that if that is fact or fiction.  Whitney...

03 March 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

Change – just for the sake of change.  Please.  It is a must that you change.  You must to change. Please do not stay the same.   Just change.  For no reason.  Sameness is boring and monotonous.  Sameness is flat and tepid.  Complacent and self satisfied. Mediocre and average.  Sameness is dull and lame.  Tedious and boring.  Did I say boring again?Sameness is the death of thought.  The death of life.Change is life.  My life, my future can never be my history.  My past is gone, my future...

20 January 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

If I knew then, what I know now,I would have left my newborn child in the hospital and fled.  Yes, I would have held my hanging gas distended cesareaned belly in my hands and waddled out of there posthaste.  I would have sunk my stiff throbbing post-operational neck into my shoulders and scurried out of there.  I would have taken my aching hacking breathing-tube lacerated throat and whispered it out of there.  And that would have been my one and only birth.  They would have been calling my “...

17 January 2014 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

I did le chop. I cut off my long thick lovely hair.  Me of the sleek bobs and ponytails.  The me with a counter full of hair products.  The me of the drawer full of tongs and flat irons.  Yes - that me finally did the le big big chop.  From long to nada in the time it took for the one hundred bob barber to do the job.Before le chop, I had not been to the salon for 2 years.  I just could not take the wasted time in the salon.  Two to three hours every visit, getting my head fiddled.  Every week...

23 December 2013 » Not Yet Pundi-tic

We cannot over emphasise the importance of the man being the head of the home. The wife needs to understand this, and abide by it.  It is reiterated in the Bible, "the head of a wife is her husband" for it is not permitted for "a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet". It is an undisputed fact, the man is the head of the home.  This was reiterated to a couple whose nuptials we celebrated this weekend.  Underline that, capitalise,  largest font it,...

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