Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Photo-shoot for the radio show - Weekend Breakfast on UCT Radio 104.5FM 6-9AM Saturdays and Sundays where I am a news reader / co-host... This is the whole Breakfast gang; Myself (Boipelo Seswane), Mike Mpofu the DJ, Andrew Gilliam sports news reader and Carla De Souza music feature lady... Places the idea of knowing that I'm doing something right in a clear perspective. They say success is only as close as you want it to be and from where I am I imagine it far closer than even I can see it, funny story... Oprah once said that one needs to dream big because the only person that can dream way huger than you is God... She was quite right I think. If you limit yourself to just what society feels you should have you will obviously get just below that so if you go all out then you will reach for only the best in everything you do... All I'm saying is things are looking mighty fine from where I'm standing and not even my height will get in the way of the awesome things that await me Just saying... But otherwise soppiness aside... WATCH THIS SPACE!
Photography by: Thaheer Mullins (2010)
Model: Boipelo Seswane
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Swirl.
Memory reached and asked me
to remember you.
I see it now, clear as baby
Blue eyes.
My clothes at the floor,
I had found the piece
Of me that said yes when
Told no.
Inhibitions cast out,
Wrapped in the warmth
Of the sun…
Swirl, I did, down
And deep. Rapture
Through me, around
Me…
When the tide comes in
I hope it brings me
back because the
sea scares me.
Swirl me around wave.
Then return me to land.
To the place I know best.
I opened my eyes and
Am greeted by you
Blue sky. The swirl
Swole me back.
Music, in our memory.As we lay, hands clasped
And hearts telling a story.
We found unknown
To ourselves and memory
That this music
Would lead to that kiss.
Finding all sense of memory
In the kiss
It is all there, Our story
Told but unknown
Capital to our sense of music
Where beats are clasped.
Maybe it didn’t sound like music
When you first found the story
Amongst the pages clasped
Together by ideas, memory
Where only the unknown
Knew to look and kiss.
The idea of your memory
In the kiss
Warm, real, my music
Is reborn even as unknown
As it is. My story
Will be found and clasped.
Even within the secrets of music
I could not hide my story
Hard as I tried in memory
To keep it clasped
In my thought unknown
To your lips, your kiss.
Its out now, the story
Death was far as you clasped
my hand in yours and kiss
me once again. unknown
to others is our memory
of the beat of our music.
Indeed time stands no chance in the story
Where our kiss took place. Clasped in our memory
Forever to be music unknown.
Image by: Boipelo Seswane (2009)
Model: Boipelo Seswane
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