THE ERECTION SEASON AND WHAT IT MEANS FOR US…

Jedi

Ooozing Sex Appeal: DA Gauteng Premier Candidate - Mmusi (ruler) Maimane Ooozing Sex Appeal: DA Gauteng Premier Candidate – Mmusi (ruler) Maimane

In the past five years I have spent a considerable amount of time in the company of men from all walks of life and from all regions of the world. And by a considerable amount of time – I mean considerable… day and night all the time, hanging out with them  chilling just doing stuff that men do when they are not in the company of women or more specifically for me women they would like to ideally have sex with or are “attracted”  to.  I was so to speak – one of the “boys”.   During this time I was given a very rare opportunity to observe their behavior and attitudes and outlook towards life. And while I am no wiser than most people and will not in no way attempt in this blog to box men into…

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THE ERECTION SEASON AND WHAT IT MEANS FOR US…

Ooozing Sex Appeal: DA Gauteng Premier Candidate - Mmusi (ruler) Maimane

Ooozing Sex Appeal: DA Gauteng Premier Candidate – Mmusi (ruler) Maimane

In the past five years I have spent a considerable amount of time in the company of men from all walks of life and from all regions of the world. And by a considerable amount of time – I mean considerable… day and night all the time, hanging out with them  chilling just doing stuff that men do when they are not in the company of women or more specifically for me women they would like to ideally have sex with or are “attracted”  to.  I was so to speak – one of the “boys”.   During this time I was given a very rare opportunity to observe their behavior and attitudes and outlook towards life. And while I am no wiser than most people and will not in no way attempt in this blog to box men into any category, at the very least  this time offered  me an opportunity to ask questions  or have candid, open and honest conversation about  relationships of all kinds –  with no strings attached.

The most revealing observation for me has to be about sex.  Seven days  is the most  an average healthy  man can go without sex. Every seven days on average, a man  needs, must have sex.  Preferably with someone they love… but once the deadline is over – and it if it’s going on to more than seven days, anyone will do.  The natural, biological  clocks kicks in and it has nothing to do with who they really love, care about or want to marry Ideally. It’s like being hungry or thirsty or even needing to pee. A man must have sex after seven days or things just don’t work out. It’s not personal and actually they don’t mean to hurt you. It’s a  human basic need they cannot go without, so either you make yourself available or you move for someone else who is be available.

At the end of the day sex is going to be had – with or without you. Finish and Klaar.

I want to use this analogy for elections  – any election season – anywhere  which is quite apt. Every 5 years we need to vote.  But this time we the nation ( female ) are in the powerful position.  All the men and women of politics need our vote and as many of them as they can get.  Many of them now are campaigning like men, who say vote for us, but if you don’t there are many more fish in the sea.  That’s the attitude…. but it belies the truth.

There are no more fish in the sea for them.  This is the one time we can use the biological clock to our advantage and give our  vote or power to someone else . We are the men in this scenario. It should not be an emotional decision. We have needs and our needs, need to be met, and if those in power have been unable for the past 20 years  give up the goods as it were, to make us “dance” then well there are many others who are willing to do just the same  thing  right now today.

Now is our time to spread our seed far and wide… to any and everyone who is willing.

Those who really, love us and really care, will show up and despite the clicking biological clocks all round they will fight to remain relevant and useful in our lives.

It’s their turn to work for it. Don’t fall for the sweet-talk and charm, they must show you the goods or forever remain silent.

We have options too, they may not shake us to the core, with earth-shattering- tremors  of utter ecstasy but they will get the job done. Which is basically what we need.

So let’s relax and enjoy the ride.  Let’s stop working “hard” for it.

As American Actress Betty White said ” Why do people say – “grow some balls”? Balls are weak and sensitive! If you really want to get tough, grow a vagina! Those things take a pounding!”

I think we’ve had enough pounding ….  let’s take a holiday   sit back,  enjoy some  Champagne. and the Grand Parade.

Happy  Champagne Thursday!

THE BEARABLE LIGTHNESS OF BEING: PHONE-LESS

So near but so Far.... Are Cell phone replacing  dogs as man's new Best Friends Forever ( BFFs) (?)

So near but so Far…. Are Cell-Phones replacing dogs as man’s new Best Friends Forever ( BFFs) (?)

“The other day I read with deep interest an impassioned facebook statement by one of my friends. Her iphone had been stolen and she used facebook to tell the thieves that  they would not be able to use her device, it would be as she put it just a ” brick” for them. She would also “remote control” everything they tried to do with it.  But luckily because she had a contract – she was in the process of getting a new one, and was very grateful to the staff at Vodacom for being so efficient in getting her re-connected again. I understood her anger and felt  a lot of sympathy for her because loosing a phone, or a personal computer is among the most annoying things on earth.  An administrative, logistical challenge of note.  Although in the end  they all don’t matter as much as we think they do. Nevertheless…though I was grateful that my phone and I were still going strong for close to five years, I didn’t anticipate that I too would suffer the same fate so soon after I read her facebook update.”

DAY ONE.

My used to be smart phone   also known to many as a Blackberry  mysteriously disappeared between a pavement and the car. I remember holding my device in my  hands in the car  wanting to charge it  after the battery failed while listening to my favorite  tune of the month ( Adore You by Miley Cyrus – can’t  get enough of the strings in this tune) . I took it lightly thinking it would turn up somewhere. However after numerous searches, through my bag, in between the sofas, turning my room upside down, and even driving to the last spot where I had been  before I climbed into the car, there was still no phone. It was not in the  car nor in my possession.  Encouraged by the fact that when I called it, it was ringing I was hopeful that any minute now I would find it.   Despite  growing concerns from  my mother and sister who started pacing up and down the house in prayer, I was confident that it would turn up somewhere.  Tired of the search, I decided to relax and be at home  and just spend time with my mother and sister consoling them that all is well in my heart. I decided to forget just for a little while about the outside world which is always in easy access through the phone on facebook checking the latest updates, trending tweets, bbm messages, phone calls, emails and text messages. ( as If get a lot of those!)

DAY TWO.

Despite the fact that the phone had not turned up anywhere. I decided to remain cool, as of course, loosing my cool even  just to express anger and frustration would not miraculously make the phone re-appear. I still hoped that it would turn up, in the car maybe.  To make up for  the ‘free-time” created by its absence, I decided to continue reading in my room  and eventually finished a book I had started two weeks earlier.  I also used the time to draft a proposal for a show I would love to do. Followed up on some  emails using my brother’s computer.   Helped my brother fix a window. Noting my silence  and growing distance  my mother and sister regularly checked up on me inquiring often ” how are you?” are you sure you’re “okay” I replied yes to all those questions and felt touched by their concern. My mother even returned from one of her errands with a chicken treat for me and continued to encourage me saying all will be  fine. It was as if I had lost someone really close to me  – which in some ways was true but that someone in this case was a thing.  That could be very easily replaced. Or so I thought.

DAY THREE.

I think by this time the denial phase had reached its climax and I had to admit that if I had not found it by now, three days in, it was very unlikely that I would find it again.  My heart started sinking as I thought of the many numbers I had acquired over the years – contacts – are what makes for a good   journalist.  In this profession your net-work IS your net- worth according to general standards, actually people get hired for their contacts more often than they are for their journalistic abilities.  Trust me I know.  I tried to console myself that those contacts had been there for years and had not really been of any benefit to  me personally or helped further my career professionally in any way, especially in my quest in recent  years to launch a career as an independent/freelance journalist  in Senegal. And those contacts who  had been of great assistance to me, I am still l in touch with and could  find them via email or through other social media networks. But still the idea of having to start over, from scratch was a bit overwhelming. On this day I was also at work, so I  had access to a land-line   telephone to make calls. Simple things like someone saying … I’ll call you back …were not so simple anymore. Or leaving messages, people  often require to be sent a text message (so they can evaluate their response or avoid creditors calling or chat to you while sitting with someone else ). As it happens people hardly listen or respond to voice messages on their phones. It is of course assumed that everyone should have a cellphone and should naturally be able to send a text msg – if anything they have to say is worth reading.  I have heard many women say ” I won’t date a man or  woman for that matter  who sends me a “Please call me Message ” something akin to an SOS to the professional middle class independent woman.  ( A ” Please call me is a”   free text msg you get via all the major cellphone   networks  in South Africa ( CELL C, VODACOM, MTN, 8TA) asking people to call you. It’s like a  collect call for those who can still remember what that is) . They don’t want to be associated with poverty, in any way. Which is fair,  since love  in our days  does depend largely on how much one makes or is able to contribute financially  to said union or coupling.  In addition I also had to make verbal agreements with my father to pick me up at a certain spot and be there at the agreed time because I would not be able to contact him otherwise and visa versa once outside the office since public phones  have become almost extinct in many towns and cities unless you live in  a historically black (non-white) township where you can still find them more easily. While at the office I called my bank to see if I qualified for one of their smart phones on offer, which I didn’t, I need to have a certain amount of money in my bank account for over three months (R5,000  ZAR/ USD 500). Call back when you have money they said. I thanked them

DAY FOUR. 

I finally decided to start the process of acquiring a new phone. First I decided on doing a sim-swop.  A procedure which allows you to used the same  (old) number on a new phone or sim-card: at least  that way  my contacts  can use the same number to call if they so wish.  I went into the Vodacom store… and asked to do a sim-swap. ” Are you on contract or Pre-paid?” the sales person asked. “I am on pre-paid” I replied. Pre-paid is a pay as you  go service which allows you to purchase airtime   ( talking credit) with  cash as when you can afford it, while  a  contract means you buy and use the phone on credit and then pay a lumpsome for the  phone and  the services (airtime, data bundles etc) at the end of the month .   On prepaid to do a sim-swap you need :  Your Identity Document ( green id book in South Africa),  proof of residence, five regularly dialed  numbers, and 20 ZAR for the actual sim- swap  to take place. I produced my ID and the proof of residence, my father’s  water and lights bill. The salesman took one look at it and said, but that is not your name on the bill. I said true but that is my father’s name and as you can see we share the same surname, not only that but my Id book has the same address on the back.  No can do said the salesman, you must have your name on it, if not then you must go to the city council to have them confirm that you live with your father. Since when ? I asked, How will they know that I live with my father? There’s  no freedom in this country is there ?– I felt the words escaping from my mouth unguarded “What do you mean? the salesman asked as if interested. Well I’m sure you would not need all of this information had I been on contract, it’s because I own my phone and pay according to what I can afford  that you require all this ” I responded. You are correct he replied. If you were on contract all we would need is your ID document and bob’s your uncle. But hey don’t question me, ask Vodacom ( the cellphone service provider) they make the rules. He was right. Rules are Rules. “So what is the cheapest phone on pre-paid (cash)  on sale here” I asked.”Our phones start at 3,000 rands ( +_300 USD) and upwards, try other shops” he said. I walked out feeling discarded like a piece of gum. In the car on the way  back home I recounted the  story to my mother and brother. My brother then surmised “In other words they’re saying get a  contract” I agreed .  A normal Cellphone contract in South Africa ties you to a phone and service provider for 24 moths, two years. the first 12 months you pay for the cost of the phone, the second is interest – which is the same price as the phones plus added charges which include additional airtime etc.  People say it works out cheaper – if you are permanently employed and are sure you will have a job for the next 24 months, and will have that 300 rands plus to pay for your phone every month which on overage depending on how often you’re on your phone averages to more than  1000-2000 ZARs a month. ( 100-200 USD).  And if you’re a short-term contractor, a domestics worker, an informal settlement dweller with no physical address,   a freelancer …? if you don’t own a home or have bills….?   Are suddenly unable to pay ? well then ” what do you expect us to do?” you will be blacklisted  with a bad credit record ( even though you don’t actually have any ‘credit” not having any record of credit equals a bad credit record. good credit is having debt and paying it  timely every month for as long as you shall live) ….you shall also be hounded, harassed and badgered until you can pay the last cent.  The cellphone rules are largely due to  new laws in South Africa introduced a couple of years ago initially to combat  “crime” known as the : “Regulation of Interception of Communications and Provision of Communication-Related Information Act” or  RICA for short. Which have not reduced crime by any stretch of the imagination since they were  introduced. Criminals will always find a way to do crime – even using the same laws introduced to prevent said crime.  The result  has not made life any easier for  citizens like myself who are not criminals or have any criminal intent other than to live within our means.

DAY FIVE

I have now cleaned my room, ironed by suitcase full of clothes, cleared my bag of clutter, masked my face and read as much as I could stomach. My fingers are itchy, i miss the blue and white of facebook, the flashing red light of a bbm msg… my antique ring-tone.  I miss touching my phone, listening to music on it – going online and reading stuff. I miss having my own stuff. I don’t know what’s happening in the world. But  30 min browsing though  the news channels from Aljazeera, Russia TV, ANN7, eNCA to SABC news leave much to be desired. It’s as if I’m watching the same bulletin across all four channels, broadcasting from different geographical locations, the same story over and over and over again.  In fact not much seems to have changed since I last saw my phone. Clearly I am not missing out on much in the world. I laugh as I recall a conversation with a Mr Andre who I met the day before,  at a local coffee shop. He interrupted my journaling and started up a conversation which ended up with him offering me the use of his cell-phone to make a call if I need to since –  he said – I look like someone who has  lost an arm. I believe cell-phones are a curse he says to me, do you ever think about that? he asked. ” not until now that I don’t have a phone, I responded, but I was just wondering what life was like without them” I say. ” People lie on cellphones,  they are somewhere they are not” I agreed recalling the many times when I would say I’ll be there now-now or on my way or am just around the corner just to appease an impatient voice on the other end of the line. Not having a cell-phone opened  me up to both the negative and the positive sides of having and not having a phone. A new world were -I- not the device had all the power. We have become too dependent on these devices, for self-confidence, for affirmations, for love, for communication, for anything we need, and have somehow forgotten the people who come knocking at our doors, to check if we’re okay, or bring us treats, or hugs – the people in our everyday physical  lives.  We judge our worth increasingly by our social media network. We also don’t spend enough time alone even, in silence,  contemplating nothing – being OK with ourselves. We are  full of noise, from TV, Friends , the constant flow  of information, incessant talking, loud music, movies… silence is something we don’t really know – peace is something we don’t understand.  We say we want it but really we are not ready to take the steps to achieve a state of peacefulness. I have come to appreciate silence. Wow.  It’s beautiful to fall asleep naturally because your body is ready to sleep, in a quite room, with a quite heart and mind. I found such peace when I relaxed and stopped worrying about the phone – or being on the computer. It doesn’t matter.   Those who really want to get in touch with me  will find me. It’s not  about being hard to get, it’s really too  easy to find people nowadays – if you’re seriously looking for them.  I found peace. In knowing that I am valuable.  Jedi – the human, the person, without a  gadgets, no extras, not apps.no wireless – with not network or net worth.  In my natural human state   I am of utmost value. Worthy. Everything else is an extension of the beauty that IS me – who is  beautiful.   Not the PHONE.  Like a baby. We love and care for it – just as it is mute, toothless , we just love it. I learnt to love myself just like that  in complete silence.  I felt no need to be anywhere else, to talk or make speeches like I am now … I was content in the silence in being – just – human.  I’m so grateful for this experience –  I love it. I found that life is easier when you let it flow. Naturally.  I bring,  add value to the gadgets  and every thing else that  I use – They money, laptops, cars, clothes, all things are valuable because of  ME. I am the one who ADDs value to them  not the other way around. I give value to things, things don’t give value to me. Because I am  the real deal.  I  am the Original.   I am.

DAY SIX 

Okay I have to find a phone somehow at the very least so I can be accessible for work and make life for those who  live with me a little easier. Because even if I by this time had become accustomed to the art of being – without a phone, others were not, and my getting a phone might make their lives easier. My mother can call me if she needs to and so too can my father. Since I am often away from home it makes sense. Plus I have  responsibilities at work. So I decide to try again and walk into a PEP-cell store were I got a really smart – smart -phone, with a built-in  radio! (score!!) and Android capabilities for less  than a thousand  ZAR,  way less than a thousand bucs  actually that  along with  access to all the social networking channels and then some. My first touch phone ever. I am still waiting for my sim card to “register” or to be RICArd or to  finally  work. But at the very least I can listen to the radio even if I cannot as yet make or receive calls.  And the great thing about this is…. I find  that happily – I prefer the silence.  That is the best  Connection.

IN CONCLUSION:

Phones are just tools – things we use to make life easier – to communicate better.  They are not to be used as barriers to communication or human relationships ( I’m almost sure I was dumped once because I didn’t own an iphone! of course I could  be very wrong about this, but it’s what I choose to believe – it’s funny.) But they cannot and will never replace real human beings. Who need just as much attention, love,  care,dedication and time we give to the objects in our lives. We must never forget that we not the machines decide.   We not the machines are in control. We must not allow ourselves to be so addicted to things  that we become isolated and communicate only with the screens in front of us. Yes I know I am on the screen myself.

Sometimes it’s hard to understand or identify with something until it happens to you or someone close to you. Until you experience it. From  a personal and collective level, I think we all need to start using the tools ( phones/ laptops) for the betterment of humanity and  not  the other way round. People, human Beings  matter.  PEOPLE should and must  come first  before  any  iPhone, Ipad, Pad, laptop etc. Most of all before – people must always come before :  MONEY.  I have walked into families, into rooms and spaces where people ( I count myself among those )  were  engrossed  deeply in their phones or laptops without ever acknowledging each other’s presence, not even stopping to look each other in the eyes, just offering mere grunts in begrudging acknowledgement – it’s sad to witness and be party to that. Some things will never change.  After all when the electricity dies,  and you can’t charge your phone or ipad, you will still need a pen and paper.  Life is about creating deeper, beautiful and more  meaningful  connections with each other  that will last for  lifetimes, it’s about  finding and exploring ways in which we can come towards each other,  move closer and closer together  mind, body and spirit. It’s not  about getting   further and further apart ….

Because when it comes down to it, there is nothing sweeter or more precious than a face to face conversation,  or a touch  from someone who loves and cares about

you deeply and whose love you equally share and cherish.

No amount of Facebooking , tweeting, social networking whats’pping  or blogging  will ever, ever  replace that. Not even MONEY!

So make it count.

LOVE.  LOOK UP!

 

 

MY FIRST LOVE (s) : RADIO with APPLE(s).

LOVE on the RADIO.

LOVE on the RADIO.

Love is  a mystery to me…

But  it was not  always  so.  When I was little I knew what love  was without having to be told. I was living in love all the time – doing the things that I wanted to do without seeking approval from anyone including my grandmother who I feared as much as I loved. I remember always getting into trouble. Because I was always so curious.  I loved adventure. But I explored more than I talked. I did things and then asked questions later… or faced the wrath of my grandmother later.

Even though she used a leather skipping rope  to punish me as a child while I would still be  naked and  wet from having taken a bath…when she later pulled me closer to her warm soft  breasts while she smoked Rothmans  King Size cigarets  or when she gave  me amaRomantics sweets … I knew that her love for me was  just as  genuine.. even though I couldn’t understand why she would have to hit me so hard. My fear of her was as real and  as  deep as  my love for her.

I am 32 now. And I am re-living my childhood again. I suppose I am at that  age when both my grandmother and mother would tell me stories about their mother and their childhood.  This is my time for storytelling …and remembering what it was that I loved and enjoyed most doing as a child – who I am.  I realize that somewhere in my life  I somehow confused love with ‘approval”.  Through school I learnt that if I did what the teacher said, remembered everything she taught me through the text-book word for word with no Independent thought, I would get her approval  which also meant love. If I was friendly and “nice’ to everyone – never had a different opinion, agreed with everything and everyone, I would get their approval;  if I studied and passed and got A’s  I would get someone’s “approval”  and that somehow that “approval” equaled “love”  which means I would get a Job and that Job would get me money – which is the ultimate sign of Love or Approval.  If I didn’t do as they said – I would not get their approval which also equaled love and love equals money. The world is unfortunately designed this way. Everything you do has to be approved of by someone – somewhere – and this reality has  confused the living day-lights out of me.  I have read other people’s definitions of love… I had countless people tell me they love me – but many of those encounters often left me more confused about love – and what it means – than ever before.  It left  me feeling emptier and emptier  and wondering  Kanti what IS Love??kahle kahle?

I have a fond memory  at the House of Tandoor  in Yeoville Johannesburg dancing to a reggae mix  of  Mariah Carey’s song ” I want to know what Love is” —  my tearful questions fell in  rhythm with each piano chord….the beat engulfed my being with each tremor I  swam in the beat and the rhythm – my entire being  became one with the music, with light and darkness with time and space it was as though love came and said here I am can you feel me? I am all of you.want to know what love was – and that was pure love.  I truly, seriously wanted to know –  What is LOVE?  The more I  did what I wanted to do the more I felt  as though I was being punished for doing it.  For being myself – Because no one approved – there was no Love and no Money. There would be justifications for this  always : it’s not what you do its how you do it or  it’s not what you say but how you say it,  yes say what you want but it must not “upset” anyone then it’s not “right” or questions:  why are you doing this instead of that? why are you doing it this way instead of that way? if you did it this way or changed that thing , if you did it then instead of now maybe I would help you, love you, give you money etc. In short do what I want.

Doing YOU. Being who YOU ARE. Takes more courage, strength, more  will and resilience than acquiring any Academic  degree, fame or money.  Why? Because often no-one has any idea who YOU are – including your mother, father , friends and well-meaning acquaintances. Despite the fact that many people say “be yourself” , they don’t know who or what that self is. And when it doesn’t meet their pre-determined requirements for  ‘approval” then that “self’ is punished. Then being yourself is “wrong”. Even so that is the only to way to freedom’ to love. That is why being your “true” authentic self seems like the hardest thing: life is designed for you to be anything but who YOU are. And you must be brave enough and courageous enough to be  you even when no one gives you their approval.  At first it’s can be the loneliest place in the world, it can be alienating, and yes you will be called all sorts of names – CRAZY – being the most common. Because it’s easier to call something or someone crazy when you don’t understand.

So baby here’s my love story… a piece of it at least. It’s short. Don’t worry.

Two things come sharply into focus… or at least became  clearer in recent days. What I loved doing most as a child.  Because I go through these moments when I’m like… what? who am I? he he it’s really fun to be me! Each time I ask I get different answers…. this time  the answer was sweeter, simpler and  as most answers often are, right under my nose.

The apple tree at the back of  our yard +  Listening to  stories told by my mother and grandmother and telling stories with my older sister.

 My mother  and grandmother used to tell us stories of my great-grandmother Popane.  Of how was the most fiercely feared and loved Queen of the Zulu-Household.  “You could hear her coming from miles away …..the shwooosh shwoooosh of her flat slippers would wake you up even before she knocked on the door” Said my grandmother as she cut her bread into tiny little squares dipping them into her cup of milky tea.  She looked so cute when she was eating. She had a round face – with dark perky tiny lips and expressive eyes I always looked at her mouth when she spoke. I found her lips beautiful… i found the sound of her voice amazing and I always looked into where the sound came from.    The apple tree was my friend. I knew it before  I was conscious of myself in this world – and the only picture I have of as a baby is taken against that tree. It was an apple tree.  Did I say it was an apple tree? Yes it was and  I loved it. From the tree I would wonder and observe and create the kind of life I would want to live.  I watched our neighbours lives change from that Apple tree. There was a  wedding  one day, then the  married couple come home each Sunday to visit the grandmother ” gog-Sheila” they called her. She would walk out, hands on her hips with a smile on her face to greet them on the front veranda of her gray house. They would  disappear inside for hours. I would watch their lives an intensely as I watched ant’s crawling in line from one hole to another. Later they would come out of the house with more smiles, she would have goodbye as they stepped into the car parked on the pavement outside and disappeared.   Soon they came with a baby and the same story of going in and out of the house would repeat itself. I wondered where they lived, and what they did on those days that they didn’t come home to visit.  

Radio Zulu! Because we had no TV – the tree, my sister, ants , my grandmother and the radio where my greatest source of entertainment.  We listed to the radio during the evenings at 7 when my grandmother was back from work. While eating supper. I would sit right next to the big speaker… as if I wanted to be Inside the radio where the sound came from.. same idea with watching my grandmother’s mouth. I fell in love with the voices…which were beautiful sweet and free sounding — “Amakhekhe….mtanami” beaming out of the speakers would scare the living day-lights out of me, but I would never miss it.

The word love has been pouring out of my fingertips  lately… more often than not I just want to type the word, do the word LOVE. over and over again. As if to call LOVE into my life…. only to discover the biggest secrete of them all … .that I am LOVE.  That What I yearn for and wanted the most has always been inside of me. The voice. The apple. The Tree. I am all those things.  All I need is a Mac! lol

How did I come to that conclusion?  To  put it simply….I came to that conclusion because love is all I have ever wanted, All I have  been searching and  searching for everywhere and anywhere.  All  over the world  I went searching for  something,  I already had but couldn’t see. It’s amazing to me.  Love?

It’s me.   And you know what I  love most in this world?  well story-telling and the  Radio!  I love moving pictures too. Radio is my first. love.

Music and dancing.

Why  I didn’t know this  all this time  remains a  mystery to me!

But of course that’s the beauty of life.

What I know for sure – do  what you love and love will take care of you.

What you LOVE is  WHO you are.  ( not something that hurts others : in this context I’m talking about love in its “highest” form)

I Love and Adore Radio Story telling. It’s what my dreams are made of. Voices, sounds rhythms…vibrations … me!

And guess what? I have you to thank … Dear  Monti. For reminding me of that.

Do.LOVE!