Old Stories and My Stories.
Our Elders… more specifically, the old women, the overworked mothers of the previous generation, whose strife shows on their faces today. I’m only mentioning this because I went to visit my grandmother last night, my only living grandparent at the moment and a very sweet old lady :) She was with one of her childhood friends who was equally entertaining… going on with stories about how she was in the kitchen since she was 9 years old… how her mother and her siblings used to work in the kitchen everyday becuase they had to cook for like 40 people living under the same roof… and not just any chow.. it was fresh roti’s every single day and Alloo Fry (Fried Potatoes) and some other equally yummy foodstuff. the stories were very entertaining, told with all the gusto of a woman in nostalgia, makes them all the more lovable, even though they’re so vulnerable at that old age.
On a weirder note… I was served at Steers by a waitress named “Duh”. How can her parents be so cruel? Unless I’m being ignorant and “Duh” actually means something in one of our 11 official languages, which it probably does and I probably am being ignorant… but it was funny anyhow, since it did catch me by surprise.
I am trying to focus nowadays on more important things though… trying to prioritise… what the hell is most important to me and how do I go about achieving it. I spent a lot of time now finishing some episodes of my favourite series, Prison Break. Now that’s done, I think I really need to DO something, time for me stagnating with non-essential meanderings in life is just not worth it anymore.
If I always do what I always did, I’ll always get what I always got, and I freakin HATE what I always got… shit’s got to change, FAST.
I got a radio show booked on Radio Al-Ansaar called “Wired” and I am focusing on Jacking up all the internet hooked people in KZN with some knowledge on Tools, Trends and Islam on the Internet. Let’s hope somebody gets some inspiration. Word. Obviously I’m also gonna be focusing on Blogging and maybe call a few blogger friends on the show to share their experiences.
Alright… today’s clean-up day at work, so I better get at it. I have So much junk on my desk it’s beginning to get embarrassing.
Peace,
M.
i think it’s pronounced as doo not duh, doo being a derivitive/affectionate short form of the Zulu name dudu.
I could be wrong though with this one, but it was the case with a girl i knew