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@tarmactapestry
Kitso, are you still with the Allan Gray Orbis Foundation? I'm applying and I'm a first year in a lovely university :) Please help me. Please share what you know, your experience, your two hour interview things and how camp was.
Hello :) Yes I am, would be glad to help, can I ask that you please send me an email [email protected] that I can reply to with all relevant info.
Who owns your life? Who lives it for you on the days when you're tired. You keep dry waiting for the sunshine You don't realize you're thirsty waiting for the rain to pass.
My peace offering. Lets chuckle about my absence, and keep the wonder on where I was, and have conversations again on where it is I'm going. Hello loves
âDo not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.â
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This is my 500th and final post.Â
It has not been a long road that I have documented and shared, but for me it has been so worthwhile, it has been therapeutic and reflective. It has been a beautiful experience to look back at this space and be reminded of the small and effortless beauties of living, both the documented and undocumented spaces in time. every post reminds me of a state of mind, a state of being and existence that are so different and non-sequenced, it makes me nostalgic, and I want to live it all again, little year old me and her mission on the tip of the continent, to me right now, sitting at her laptop, contemplating turning 22 in 51 days time. I am grateful that I found 20 year old me and lived her life un-regretted and documented it all here, but I am ever more grateful for the opportunity to find a new me in the times to come, and be on a different kind of journey, a new one as somebody I have not just met yet. It has been hard to keep to them theme of a journey because sometimes life is stagnant and a bit stifling, but when you get to the other side you realize that. its not a matter of your path now being stagnant, its a matter of you trying to continue on a path you have ALREADY walked, it is about knowing when to start a new path with all that you have learned along your life's journey. This was my realization. Tarmac Tapestry has been a home of one path, and that path is complete, now is the time to close shop and be a new journey, I don't know what that is yet, but all I know is that wherever I am, I will be what is missing. Thank you for being part of this walk, and lets talk on twitter @Be_Kitso
Love, Light and Peace.
Even more so when his nostalgic scent lingers on them still with every wash...
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She looks beautiful!
Happy Thanksgiving!
 âDonât play with the humans, dear.â
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LOL! Told you humans are bad for you!
...surpressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase...
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me...
My immortal, Evanessence
A mantra for a bad day...
"The world walks beside you and is silent. It does not trip you up or carry you."
-Lapfoxs
 This way I salute you
 My hand pulses to my back trousers pocket  Or into my inner jacket pocket  For my pass, my life,  Jo'burg City. My hand like a starved snake rears my pockets For my thin, ever lean wallet, While my stomach groans a friendly smile to hunger, Jo'burg City. My stomach also devours coppers and papers Don't you know? Jo'burg City, I salute you; When I run out, or roar in a bus to you, I leave behind me, my love, My comic houses and people, my dongas and my ever-whirling dust, My death, That's so related to me as a wink to the eye. Jo'burg City I travel on your black and white and roboted roads, Through your thick iron breath that you inhale At six in the morning and exhale from five noon. Jo'burg City That is the time when I come to you, When your neon flowers flaunt from your electrical wind, That is the time when I leave you, When your neon flowers flaunt their way through the falling darkness On your cement trees. And as I go back, to my love, My dongas, my dust, my people, my death, Where death lurks in the dark like a blade in the flesh, I can feel your roots, anchoring your might, my feebleness In my flesh, in my mind, in my blood, And everything about you says it, That, that is all you need of me. Jo'burg City, Johannesburg, Listen when I tell you, There is no fun, nothing, in it, When you leave the women and men with such frozen expressions, Expressions that have tears like furrows of soil erosion, Jo'burg City, you are dry like death, Jo'burg City, Johannesburg, Jo'burg City.
-Mongane Wally Serote
A poem from back in High School, but had such new meaning when I analysed again in English this year. Oh Johannesburg, all relevant puns intended.
ART: Surreal Sculptures by Bruno Catalano
French sculptor Bruno Catalano works in bronze sculpture, with a reoccuring motif. His figures are always lacking mid sections, and seem to be eerily suspended in mid air.Â
Each of his sculptures feature somebody with a suitcase in hand, usually with an introspective or uncertain expression.
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SUITCASE?! WHEREVER I AM, I AM WHATS MISSING?! THE 'ANYWHERE BUT HERE' EXPRESSION?!
MY WHOLE DAMN LIFE, ETCHED INTO AN ART PIECE!!!! Y.E.S.S.S
Some late night motivation from a favourite friend⊠#awww #awww #sotrue #keepgoing #itstoughoutchea #study #exams #push
Late nights at The Up Library. I have spent more time in that library than in my own bed, in the most literal sense.
Make this your mantra. You can't let your story end here
I want to write something... Oh, but I'm too afraid I'll bleed. How badly I'd like to put pen to page, but like a pen biting into a struggling scab, it would surely bleed. And all I'd have to hold the pain is a lined white paper stained with different ways to scribble the words 'i love you' without flinching. I want to write, its my 6th attempt at not scrunching up this one line scab of paper round the paremeters of my bin and washing my hands clean. I'm stained dear lover, and the ink is in my veins, and it rushes, pounding in and out my heart, paralysing my frame in its fury, and it just won't fit inside my pen. This ink is in my head and haunts the black and white montage of memories with red ink that stains all my dresses on my chest, though I'm smiling and uncertain in the still life flashbacks in my mind. I want to write something but like like horizontal lines on wrists, it would surely bleed, in slow tingling drizzles that smudge like muddled words but surely achieve no means. Just a temporary relief for a wound not bold enough to build pus and be sceptic enough to be lethal. Just a temporary passive relief, victim to its own sheepish helplessness. I want to write but I'm far, far too afraid I'd bleed...
Kitso: Cognitive Wasabi
you know loss. you swirl saudades around in your mouth and it hurts like honey how long can ache remain sweet and youâve whispered to your flesh to keep it tucked away and quiet beneath eyeliner and lipstick because you have work to do and busy women, we have work to do but sometimes, your spirit wants out and it spills your loss all over the bathroom floor at the office and you donât know what pulls all the ocean out of your eyes and you walked around like a rain cloud full of a weighty grey sadness that wanted to drown the whole world but we busy women, we have so much to do so you did not fall apart but nova, your kinship with water hurts it hurts it was an ocean that took him away and maybe yesterday was a year to the day that you first met him and you said: âthe first day I meet you, iâm just going to give you a big hugâ and you felt silly doing all that flirting with a stranger that youâd never met and you could tell that all the girls flirt with him and all the girls want him and all the girls have tried but your heart, your heart just made room for him inside all of you and you waited for two years and when the ocean brought him to you, you took to the sky because cape town was where love would be waiting and you stayed up smoking cigarettes with azola and you both couldnât believe that he had finally come and you were in the same city, god, he was up the road and he asked for you and you went to him and you got to the door at his 15 on orange suite and when he opened it and you were so caught up in wonder you didnât realise that he hugged you first and you never saw his face you just saw his arms coming to overwhelm you and you knew then that it was love and you spent every hour of that week making love and you cherished him and you made magic at the edge of the world before the ocean came for him and settled him back into chicagoâs fast winds and easy style and you cried for him when he took to the sky and you cried for him on the bathroom floor and made it ocean yesterday and your heart coaxed out a feeling that sounds a lot like chaka khanâs crescendo of âstay, lilâ valentine, stayâ and it is a year to the day that you woke up in his arms and he thrust all his beautiful and brown inside of you and you saw all your children in his melanin all your love in his eyes and god, it was good. it was so good.
Kingxnova
So damn bloody amazing!
I smile.
