I often here people reminiscing about the good old days with passion; I don't here many talking about the "good new days" with as much pride. I guess change is not easy to succumb to.Due to changes in our lives, we sometimes have to move to different places and leave friends and family behind. Even the smallest of these moves make a big impact in our being. One that I have marked, having just left hometown and university is how much I appreciate my friends and family. I have noticed that I'm more appreciative of the moments we had together, and I realise how much I love them. I'm sure I'm not the first person to notice that human kind tends to appreciate things more when they are gone. There is this girl I knew through-out my university life, we didn't get along that well when we were attending classes together. Our heads did not clash or anything like that, but we were just not close. Now that we've both relocated to different cities and we communicate electronically, we've become close friends. Which makes me wonder, what's become different in our personalities now? we’re still the same people we were mos, but what's with the change?(I like it though)Another case I've noticed is the appreciation people who believe and worship ancestors have on these people who have died. These believers spend money to do ceremonies to show their love for ancestors. I think it would be effortless and less expensive to just tell their ancestors while they were still alive that they love them. But hey if bayay'thanda why not!Now that I have notice this, I'm gonna try to enjoy every "good new day” even if it does not so good. And tell those I love that I do when I'm sure that they can here me, while it cost nothing to here their reply, when I'm not separated by miles from them.I'm out

FrOnT PaGe!

OMG!I made it!Well I started this whole blog thing at a time I was confuse; I didn't know which journalism 'route' or field to take, and inventually made up my mind( you already know this if you've blogging me). Now I can safely say I made a good decision to come here( community newspaper in Queenstown).
I was ecstatic when I got my first ever by line on the 4th of July, that was one of the happiest days of my life. I know to some people seeing your work in a publication does not mean that much, but I'm sure fellow journos would understand this feeling. Well it doesn't just end there, from just the by-line, front page was the next space of the paper was THE FRONT PAGE!and yes I made it! for the first time last week friday. I decided not to be loud with that one, I thought na my editor just gave me the chance to lead, just to make me feel good. but when I made again today, it now feels really really good. there is just noway a newspaper not even a small one like The Rep would never take a chance with front page, it's the decider for the sales, yes it is my good work that earned me front page...The funny thing is I can't really share my excitement with the senior journos here, they don't see the fuss in getting front page anymore. And also just play along, I gave a slight glance of the paper today and later took a copy with to the ladies' and got all praise,from myself(lol)...and damn lemme say again it felt good!

To me this re-asures me that that yes I am the decider for my future, my success lies within me!...Baby steps though(lol) Kqhel'uthwa: ngcambaza Sabelo. Andingo Sabelo ke mna kodwa ndizongcambaza, ndizode ndifike apho ndinomnqweno wokufika khona.