Love it!

I have recently been reminded in a very unexpected way that I have a blog. And a public ;P And that I haven't posted in AGES!!!

So here's me thinking of what to babble about this time...

Of course I could talk about being sick (blegh). But my dearest sister at Under the Sun (http://underthesun-marli.blogspot.com/) already did that...
Then again I could spin another story about homosexuality and acceptance, but I've done so many on those already.
I could rage about my activities and what I have done and achieved through it, but honestly, that's plain boring.

So I decided on making this one about little kiddies.

I recently released an absolutely ridiculous statement to my friends. Even when I am a doctor with no life and no romantic partner, I will either adopt children or look for a suitable surrogate mother. For nine months before I adopt or the nine months my surrogate mother is pregnant, I will pretend to be pregnant (without putting on weight). Doesn't it sound ideal? Yelling and screaming, having totally messed up emotions, millions of cravings and blaming it on the hormones caused by my soon-to-be-but-not-quite-yet baby.

For those of you who have by now not guessed, I go crazy for kiddies. I love playing with them and comforting them and holding them when they're distressed.

I had this spectacular (but extremely obvious) revelation while working for some community service at our hospital. While standing there, pinning down a baby with a laceration over it's left eye, screaming it's head off. Blood streaming from his brow. And with every stitch that brought us closer to the end, I felt more and more attached to the poor screaming kid. It sounds cruel, but knowing I changed the kids life (well at least his early health) made me happy.

I WANT SOME OF THOSE!

Oh well. Kids are kids. Screaming, crazy, snot-nosed, little, beautiful, disgusting, lovely kids.
Peace!!!!

Pilgrimage! Day 5

The last ultimate and final day of an amazing journey.

Wake up after a wonderfully comfortable and refreshing night under the stairs.

Have to rush to get ready in 15 minutes. I'm done, but I'm pretty much the only one. The bathroom queues are so looooong...

Finally we get away. On a Rea Vaya bus to the city center. Cool experience. They look great and run extremely well. People aren't as friendly as in the taxi's though....

Another taxi ride. Out to Cosmo City. Feeling rather sheepish. Everyone else fits because they're funny or witty or friendly or just fit into the group. I can't do any of those... Guess I'm still looking for where I belong.


Arrived at oasis office in Zandspruit. Had an interesting conversation on human trafficking and prostitution and that awareness is the only way to prevent it. Feeling kinda freakily interested. Poor girl in our group was used to demonstrate. She was so confused ^_^

Nice minibus tour through Cosmo with a breakfast of rolls, doritos, bananas and mango juice on the go. Yumyum :)

Soccer game between local school teams. Really good. From real soccer to street soccer where our "city" team dominated! That and the street dancing with the people. JIKA MA JIKA!

visit the clinic. They do amazing work for the community. And of course, a dreaded HIV test. A quick prick of my finger. And the wait for the solution to float up. The result: a single stripe - NEGATIVE! extremely relieved.

Time for our final group meal. At the Motswako Pot. Cool restaurant with a meal similar to last night's. Ultra delish. Pap and meat and salad. What amazing fun. That and beer. Find it amazingly funny that I was supposed to be drunk after one beer. Eish! insulted ;P










Final taxi ride too. Sad that it wasn't a real one. But I'm having fun.

Stop for an ice-cream. Wow i'm gunna miss these people.













Back on home ground. Had an amazing experience. Can't believe it's gone. Done. Finished. But I'm at peace :)

Gotta run. I got a taxi to catch!