My Colorful World

Celine asks... what is your favourite memory? Or the first memory that comes to your mind that makes you smile?  Wow...what a question...!where do I  begin? I am happy that I was asked this question. ..It made me dig deep in my storage bank, and was able to recollect countless favourite times, spent with different people. .. And I realised I have no specific favourite that stand out...or maybe it is because the question is general.. I travelled back to my childhood days with my parents and siblings,to times with my many special friends, ..and I realised I have laughed and enjoyed my life a great deal....and picking one memory would be betraying the other...but I have to pick right? For now I will pick this one: A memory with my sister:  have always been close to my young sister  (by two years ) and we used to play these silly games that will level us with laughter ,one particular game was where we took turns carrying each other on our backs,then we would count steps...

I challenged a few of my friends to ask me personal questions in order for me to answer them here in my corner...I must say they asked great, thought provoking questions,  a couple of questions made me think hard about my past, and one made me reflect about my life at present. Follow this series as I would be answering the questions weekly.  Initially I thought I would answer all the questions in one post,but some deserve a page of their own, like this one : Nozipho asks: If you had an option to go back to the past to meet a dead relative , or go to the future to meet your grand children, which one would you pi For a moment I was confused,I asked if she meant a relative I have never met, who died before I was born or when I was too young to remember, but in her own words " you know what girlfriend, it could be a relative you know or  you heard about, as long as they are past, just personalise the question" It didn't take me a second to know who I would rather meet again, ...

FRIENDS A cold, windy August afternoon, I'm sitting behind our house,shielding myself from the uncompromising wind ,I raise my eyes to the road only to be met with an unexpected sight. A friend, my best friend carrying a luggage bag,dressed in 'travel' clothes .She is with a stranger( a stranger to me,family to her), panic hits me!! I shout to ask her, "where are you going "? " Im going to Shoshong " she replies back.  "When are you coming back? "I asked her "I'm going to take a while," she replies excitedly.  .....And a while would turn out to be 3 years.. A friend,gone ,just like that,without saying goodbye.... I was ten years at the time, when I " lost " my best friend since birth,it was perhaps one of the saddest days of my life ,I remember sitting in the sun crying. 22 years to date windy days bring some form of sadness to me, a feeling of loss and abandonment. Isn't it amusing that I thought I would never make ...