In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Last Words.”

You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you are stopping forever. Write it.

This prompt brings me to a state of emotions. This is because 1)I can’t imagine any day as my last day to write on my blog and 2)I do not want it to be. Psalms 107:1 says gives thanks to the Lord for his faithful love endures forever. Therefore I give thanks to the Lord for giving me hope and renewing my faith, for guiding me and giving the ability when I thought I can not. If this would be my initial last post I would also like to show gratitude to everyone who has played a role in my life, directly and otherwise. Be it family, the congregation of Acts Bible Church Ministries, friends, neighbors, a person I met once, school mates and friends I have made through social media platforms across the globe….this goes to you. Yes you! Life without a thank you is incomplete. To my family: your love, laughter and warth has kept me going. Your presence in my life can not be measured. Words can’t either extend my sincere love and thanks giving. All of you are amazing and because some of you have ever seen or read my blog, when you do…know that I kept you in my thoughts daily. To everyone: as mentioned above, regardless of how we met and how you got to know me….this one goes to you. For your impact in my life, thank you. A close sister of mine would say to me ‘no one is meant to live life alone’. It could be not worthwhile if so. I just really want to say…THANK YOU for the support, for being there, for your prayers, for visiting my blog, for recalling that there is someone by the name of Lebogang who exists and for your love. You have been nothing but kind and being extreme eye openers. Thank you for respecting my views and opinions and mostly for making me develop better ideas when writing. I have been inspired and generally have become a better person at heart because of all of you.  Thank you.

Love Lebogang



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Think Global, Act Local.”

“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one. images This topic is a deja vu! Or rather a coincidence of some sort. With the conversations I had a few days ago, I was transported to another world through a chat. After speaking to a mother and a friend of mine from England by the name of Tam, I learned a lot. Tam Martins Fowles is a founder of HOPE IN A HEART. She is a very loving and compassionate woman who is tremendously doing well for her community. United Kingdom, which I believe that many of you my friends live there and of course, other spheres of the world. It is very delighting and complex how we always and in our daily basis, think that living in different parts of the world marks and makes us different. Including race, hair, accents, how we dress, eat, and in general, how we do everything. We think that this reflects vast differences in human being. Maybe we are different but if so, what makes us different? Well, I hold a different view. This is a global issue and personally so to say. I have discovered that communication, be it English and which that we can use to exchange mutual understanding is the greatest tool. Therefore, being a third eye to knowing that we are, through communication, differently the same. We see ourselves as different but in us and through communication, we are the same! We are not different. Despite the social constructions, communication can bring as into one accord. However, we then see each one as 1 and we develop 1 love.Through communication we can merge into one and we are one!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”

If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?

With so much that I have at the moment, I sure do think cloning would be great but the reality is, that can not be reality. If I would clone myself, I would definitely make that work to my benefit. I have a lot of responsibilities but I would certainly want to split up more of the things I wish I could do or even wish I had the time to do which I can not attend to. I cannot keep up with my hobbies than with my responsibilities. I just long for play time, chilling and doing literally nothing and right now, there is no time for doing literally nothing.

Or maybe go out it jump on the trampoline.


I am a fan but I have not jumped on a trampoline in a long time. I should do before age restricts me. 😛


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”

What do you display on the walls of your home — photos, posters, artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?


There is not really much on the walls of my home. There is isn’t much to an extend that I really am ignorant when it comes to what the walls have. We were never really been fans of putting things up. I think this is so because certainly my grandmother would not want anyone making her walls dirty :P. It is really funny and I know it. Not that she does not love photos or decorations. She does and I trust my intuition on this on.

Not in the kitchen do we have anything on the walls. Neither in bed rooms. But I just recalled of something now! We have a calendar and one nicely framed photograph of my grandmother, my sibling, who at that time was approximately 2-3 years old and my great-grandfather who passed on at the age of a century and a year (101) old during August of 2013. But I precisely do not know what age he was then. He just looked strong. Better off that his days above 90 years of living on earth.

That is really what we have on our walls. I am not really a fan of putting things on walls but lately my schedule has to be on the wall. I think that is crucially important. I have a lot on my plate this year, however, strategic planning and time management will be handy. Well, I have had hectic other years juggling both work and getting my BA Degree but just not to trip and fall. I need to safe guard myself. Plus, I really would love to devote this year to my studies and not only that……but to excel in my studies too.

The display of the calendar is actually ‘an every bodies’ tool in the house and it is easily accessible. The photograph is a good way to decorate but I am sure it is more of planting good memories in our heads, more than any other thing. It is a beautiful photo and often, despite how it might be displayed, honestly, is the least of some of the things I wonder around the house to see.

The calendar is a boom ticker. Time and days flies. Images keep lasting memories and that is good enough.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”

Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

The term ”ode” can be simply defined as a lyrical poem with complex stanza forms and further more is a:



a lyric poem typically of elaborate or irregular metrical form and expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion.


(originally) a poem intended to be sung.
There are people I dearly love but today I chose to write about my hobby. I love skateboarding. This ode goes out to my Tony Hawk skateboard.
I bumped into you a few years back…..
You intrigued me….
You blinded me….
I asked you out and you went on willingly.
You looked complicated but you still attracted me.
They thought that I am insane.
They thought we are both are insane.
They questioned me about you.
I have to admit. A lot of them disapproved you.
“Are you crazy?! Why such an attempt?
Why her?,
You taking a risk”…they lamented.
I fell for you and literally fell all the time!
I bailed out!
Popping an Ollie, or even trying a trick that looked extremely hard,
I still went on.
I tried!
And you were so accepting.
Silent but motivating!
‘How could I have went on still?,
After hurting?,
After injuring several times like that?,
I feel for you. I fell on a quarter pipe ramp and hit my head of the floor
and damaged my eye sight.
I stayed unconscious for an hour that afternoon, in pain but I still loved you at the end of the day.
I guess just love you! I dusted myself off and still went back on that ramp 14 times.
I learned to DROP in a day!
Regardless of how much I hurt myself,
I still ride with insane love.
I travel with you.
I explore with you.
You are my best buddy…
I have crazy love for you!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sliced Bread.”

Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?

Thanks for the great idea, crazydotcom!


I read a few prompt entries to understand this topic. I really did not understand it. ‘The best thing since sliced bread?’. Definitely, GADGETS are the best thing since sliced bread. Would you not ponder so too? The great abilities computers, laptops, smartphones and consoles…you can name them! These are fantastic. The ability to write on WordPress right now at 23:15 CAT (Central African Time) is no a super-power. It is a privilege. Thanks to the day the ‘era of not being able to publish globally is gone’. So much can be done with literally no hindrance.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Buffalo Nickel.”

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

Thanks for the great idea, Melanie!


Not in my purse but a wallet, I got this coin. It is a twenty (20) cent. Well known as 2-Pop in South Africa’s township slang language. Year 1999, it is printed. 1999? What was I doing that year?! Calculated from the year I was born in 1991 and that simply means I was 1) in primary school, 2)I was eight years old and 3) I was in grade 2.

Since I was that small, maybe all I did was go to school, help out in the house and play, play and play! All I remember is that I loved school and at that age, I really enjoyed climbing on something so as to reach the kitchen basin to be able to help with dishes. I really did those type of things.

I really can not recall so many things. I was kid and it really makes sense to me that a lot I did might have evolved a lot around school and doing what 8 year old children  would most do like playing until you ridiculously got dirty and you swear whatever you were wearing would not be washable.

I was a child doing child related things. 🙂