The African Youtube Cat Video!

Back from the weekend and I’ve already been told I look refreshed and relaxed! I’ll take that 🙂 So the last time I blogged was Thursday I believe that was admittedly a lazy post. You guys it’s so hard to blog on the weekends, so I’m behind by a few soooo without further ado let me give you something to enjoy your Monday morning.

 

Now we all know about the phenomenon of cat videos on youtube. For some reason beyond common sense reasoning, cat videos are loved on that video sharing platform. They go viral in days and for days with innumerable likes and comments making their way onto the Huffington Post front pages. I personally have never really been the biggest fan of cats after I was traumatized by mine as a child! Ok ok ok I know you want me to tell you what happened, but you have to promise not to laugh. Promise?

My cousin and I had cats when we were younger in Zimbabwe. Mine was a light brown and I think his was black. They were normal cats, not really the friendliest and they kinda just did their own thing, had their own lives and we fed them. Well one day, I can’t even remember the circumstances leading up to this, MY cat ran  after me. As in chasing after me like a dog chases a person. I remember screaming my head off and running as fast as my pata-pata’d feet could carry me. I had to run into the blackberry tree. I had to run and climb into it and stay in it for quite a bit for fear of this cat that, now that I think about it, must have been possessed. There is no other explanation for a cat chasing a person the way mine did that day.

Anywhooo Happy belated Monday everybody, make it a good rest of the week!

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*@afropolitaine*

 

 

Upon Touchdown in Africa

Yes these are random, but i was just looking back at the first several pictures I took upon moving back to Zimbabwe at the beginning of March. Enjoy 🙂 :

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yes i put a full face of makeup in my excitement to go to town with Gogo. Say it with me – “meltdown”! I have since reduced what I put on…

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my feet kicked up and watching Press TV. Think what Al Jazeera was before it went mainstream, but better. AJZ rocks though!

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Tired, but very happy face

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Was watching tv with my granddad and he fell asleep. (This was the stage i was whatsapping images of every single moment to my cousins and aunts back in the states)

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roasted groundnuts, freshly harvested and still a bit damp. Lordt! :p

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went to visit a friend and enjoyed the fresh breeze, greenery and spaciousness of a typical Zimbabwean yard

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out to lunch at Cafe Munandi with my favorite person in the world – my grandmother ❤

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Still eating freshly ground peanuts, freshly grown corn and mangoes from the garden

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(out of order) had just gotten on the bus from Johannesburg to Bulawayo – my first time travelling between the 2 countries by road

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my baby cousin (uncle’s daughter) Olwethu (means “Ours”) where I spent the night upon arriving in Jo’burg

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catching my breath after that 1st shower after a loong flight (went from DC to NY to Amsterdam [3 days] to Paris to Jo’burg)

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my childhood friend, Dean, now lives in Jo’burg and picked me up from the airport

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*@afropolitaine*

Caught the Bouquet

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On the weekend of Easter some friends and I drove to Johannesburg just to have a change of scenery and roadtrip/hangout. We left early in the morning at about 2:30 in the morning and eventually arrived in Jo’burg later that day about 2:30 in the afternoon. Yes a whoooole 12 hour long drive. I’ll definitely tell you more about the drive in a separate post.

While I was in Jo’burg I was torn as to when I would come back to Bulawayo because my friends I’d gone with were planning on coming back on [maybe] Wednesday. To be fair she was coming to see her boo so I fully anticipated the possibility of staying longer, but knew I couldn’t be away from home that long. A friend of mine was getting married in Bulawayo that Sunday, but I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to attend. That Saturday morning my grandmother called me telling me she wasn’t feeling well and asking when I would be back. That was all i needed to know  I was leaving THAT very day. I logged online and bought my Intercape bus ticket for the bus leaving at 6pm. I  was going to make it to the wedding after all. I got into Bulawayo on Sunday morning and showered and took a nap once I got home. Woke up and went to the wedding with my grandparents.

It was a lovely garden style wedding. The girl was getting married to a Belgian guy and his brothers and boys had come all the way for the ceremony. There was very good entertainment and the food was decent. The dance floor opened up and then the announcement for the bouquet throwing came. I smoothly and sharply went to take my seat with a childhood friend’s parents as we caught up and chatted a bit. Music stops and single ladies are asked to get on the dancefloor for the catching. I sat there and rolled my eyes because I always haaaaate this [silly] part.

My grandmother shouts from the other side of the room that “Pumpkiiiiiin!! Sukuuuuuuma [get up]!!” Oh snap, how do I say no or not  stand up? So I did. All the dressed up ladies are all screaming at the bride to throw it at them, some are pacing so as to maximize the surface area and probability of catching the bouquet. Since I was not the most excited to be up there I stood still in the back. The bride approaches, turns around and chucks the bouquet. Before the flowers even left her hands all the other ladies were screeching and jumping/dancing. As if in slow motion, all I did was put one arm up and the flowers came straight to my hand. I didn’t even lift my calf or ankle or anything [the heel on my shoe was so high I might have fallen had I tried to anyway).

I was glad I came back because my grandmother was happy and actually felt better with my return, but LOOK at GOD?! – I caught the bouquet for the first time I stood up 🙂

Apparently I have a year according to the people who came to congratulate me. A year to do what I’m not really sure. It might be to have a wedding or it might be to meet someone….*shrug*. My mom, who wasn’t able to attend because she lives in South Africa and had travelled to Indonesia during the wedding, called the mother of the bride to confirm that I had in fact caught it lol…..

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I came home and put the flowers in a vase. They died about 4 days later.

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*@afropolitaine*