Showing posts with label spoken words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spoken words. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Say it like it is

SEX – now that I have your attention let’s talk about some Vocabulation.

It is now 2017 and there some important vocabularies that we still discuss in the darkness of the night, with whispers and code-words like if we said it out loud a nuclear explosion will take place or the aliens will invade OR it will be the end of humanity as we know it.

Tonight’s performance is brought to you by letters:
V – for Vagina
M – for menstruation
P – for pads

Very basic words
Very everyday words
Very real words
Very soft spoken words
Very taboo words
Very hush hush – paint it with unnecessary similes type of words

What is a V-jayjay? Why do we have to call it ‘Down there?’ or her thing? Her private part?
A vagina is a vagina – say it like it is.
Actually, say it with me – VAGINA.

We all know from Basic Science class that girls go through their menstrual cycles every month. It is a natural occurrence.
There is no need to quarantine us from the rest of the class.
Yet, we call it: that time of the month,
Auntie is visiting – hey! My aunt brings me very awesome gifts when she comes. She doesn’t bring me stomach churning cramps. She brings me chocolates and clothes and shoes.

Menstruation's are a living nightmare. Sometimes the cramps are so bad you crawl from your bed to bathroom. So no! That is no aunt visiting. That is a nightmare.
Menstruation's are not happy, daisy, rosy, red flag, aunt visiting. They are what they are – say it with me: MENSTRUATION.

And with menstruation comes the joy of buying sanitary pads. So what I don’t understand is; what’s the big secret surrounding pad?

When we go to buy that one packet of pad why must we buy hundreds of extra, unnecessary things to cover up the sole thing we came to buy?

Here go buy one packet Libra good nights – okkkkaaaay.

Goes into supermarket and buys one 4 corn flakes, 5 Weet-bix, 5 packets of chocolates, 2 bags of rice etc etc. Just so that no one see’s you are buying ONE PACKET of PAD.
Because we all know that if anyone see’s you buy a packet of pad they will know you are fully functioning woman.

Because they will know you are menstruating.
Because they will know your bodily secret.  
But wait- it doesn’t stop there.
Why must the cashier wrap the packet of pads in a thousand newspapers and put it inside a plastic bag?
What is this a vault?

Please enter password.

It is a packet of pad. PAD. PAD.
Now say it with me – PAD.

We are in 2017! Cutting edge technology available.
Progressive societies and we still hush these words.

Why? I don’t know about you but I find that when I say these words as they are I feel more empowered. So I urge all my ladies out there and men too – say it like it is!

VAGINA – MENSTRUATION – PAD.



Monday, 4 July 2016

Love, lie, the end.

Love, Lie, the End. 

He said he loves me and asked me to marry him. 
He said he loves my smile and asked me to marry him.
He said he loved my jokes and asked me to marry him. 
He said I had a wonderful personality and asked me to marry him. 

I loved his smile. I said I will marry you.
I loved how he was around kids. I said I will marry you. 
I loved how passionate he was about his job. I said I will marry you. 
I loved how he cared for his parents. I said I will marry you. 

He bought me flowers and chocolates after work. I thought I was lucky.
He gifted me jewelry for no occasion.  I thought I was lucky. 
He remembered birthdays, anniversaries and other dates. I thought I was lucky. 
He took me traveling and sightseeing. I thought I was lucky.  

I cooked his favourite meals. He said I was the best. 
I mended his clothes before he could ask me.  He said I was the best.  
I had his dinner ready before he got home from work. He said I was the best.  
I took photos of us during out trips. He said I was the best. 
I always kissed him bye before he left for work. He said I was the best. 

He started working late. I thought it happens. 
He started eating out. I thought it happens.  
He started to sleep early. I thought it happens.
He started drinking a lot  I thought it happens.  
He started to distance himself.  I thought happens.  
He started leaving for work early. I thought it happens. 

I started to doubt my logic. How could this be? 
I started to check his phone log. How could this be?
I started to see a pattern.  How could this be?
I started to put together the pieces.  How could this be?
I started to take notes. How could this be?
I started to draw the conclusion. How could this be?

I packed his belonging in a suitcase. I'm not standing for this  
I put his belongings at the gate. I'm not standing for this.
I changed the locks to our home. I'm not standing for this.

I went for a little vacation. He can sort out his shit.




Thursday, 12 February 2015

Spoken Words: Balance Check

Balance check

When you are a kid you eat, play, sleep and repeat.
No care in the world because you don't know much about commitment, disappointment or consequences.
This is where you find balance.
Had enough to eat. CHECK!
Had enough sleep. CHECK!
Had enough to play. CHECK!

Step 2: time to cram in school.
You get big books and you learn tools.
Some you use.
Other are just issues.
You spend hours slaving over homework.
You spend hours studying for exams.
You spend hours talking to your friend.
You spend hours playing it cool.

There is still a balance check.
Home. School. Friends. Family. Sleep.

Step 3:  the 8hrs a day routine.
You hunt for a job to apply your knowledge in.
You strive to learn new skills.
You work to impress for a promotion maybe or just to pay the bill.
Sick sheets you get six in the year - yet there are twelve months??
Annual leave days you get ten to fourteen in the year. Is that really enough??
Come to work early daily no one notices.
Come late one day and you get a letter.
Submit reports on time there is no thank you. Hand it in one day late, here is your letter.
Miss lunch all week no one bothers. Take 15 minutes extra one day, here is your letter.

The balance is shifting.
Home. Work. Work. Family. Work. Friends. Work. Work.

We shift the balance.
We bring it upon ourselves.
We move the bench mark.
We shift the balance.

Keep the balance.

Work on time.
Eat on time.
Sleep on time.
Play on time.
Read on time.
Family time and friends time.
All in the balance of life.

Because no one gets out alive.