Before I left everyone told me how much I would love it. How much everything about Cape Town reminds them of me. I loved it...
The four days I spent in Cape Town made it so easy to love. She was loving and Sunny and Calm. Ever so calm. And she stretched into forever and I've never been more aware of how tiny I am than trying to see the difference between the beginning of the sky and the ending of the ocean.
Everything about Cape Town is so me. From the way people walk everywhere, to how even the traffic sounds like song, to how very few people wear jeans. No one cares about anything beyond themselves. and I went to this place called The Waiting Room where people literally smoke weed in public on a roof and even though I don't approve or condone drug use I found that funny.
Cape Town? Cape Town is a barefooted, dreadlocked, skateboarding, shorts wearing hippie. She is tanned and never forgets her shades or lip balm, sometimes wears bikinis as whole outfits, owns two german shepards, drinks her veggies, and eats amazing burgers occasionally dabbling in sea food. She likes sunny cocktails, the bright pink kind but she isn't scared of tequila shots or neat whiskey. She lets her hair down more often than not. Wears it in a fish braid or afro, sometimes box braids. She loves to have fun man... She has a sleeve of tattoos leading to forever and starting from nowhere. And sometimes when her parents get her to come home she enjoys a good glass of wine.
She told me things about myself I never knew... Like how much I love the sun. Or how uncomfortable I really am with heights. How good I can be at taking care of myself.. How much I need to stop and breathe... How incredibly deserving I am of love, mine and my partners. But mostly how capable of loving I am.
Incredibly funny how losing yourself in a place can help you find yourself. Before I left I was very comfortable in who I was. I had set the boundaries and borders. I knew my begginings and endings or so I thought I did... But on Camps bay staring at the sea while a zulu boy told me in zulu I was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen I suddenly realised, "even though I am tiny... even though I am enough, I am also never ending like the horizon"
Thank You Cape Town... for the love.
Special out out to my childhood bestie Reneilwe for sharing her space with me.
The loving Shatho and his roomie OB for allowing us to bully them into fitting us into all their plans this weekend. xoxo
and even my long time friend Mlazie for coming out of his shell to see me.
The four days I spent in Cape Town made it so easy to love. She was loving and Sunny and Calm. Ever so calm. And she stretched into forever and I've never been more aware of how tiny I am than trying to see the difference between the beginning of the sky and the ending of the ocean.
Everything about Cape Town is so me. From the way people walk everywhere, to how even the traffic sounds like song, to how very few people wear jeans. No one cares about anything beyond themselves. and I went to this place called The Waiting Room where people literally smoke weed in public on a roof and even though I don't approve or condone drug use I found that funny.
Cape Town? Cape Town is a barefooted, dreadlocked, skateboarding, shorts wearing hippie. She is tanned and never forgets her shades or lip balm, sometimes wears bikinis as whole outfits, owns two german shepards, drinks her veggies, and eats amazing burgers occasionally dabbling in sea food. She likes sunny cocktails, the bright pink kind but she isn't scared of tequila shots or neat whiskey. She lets her hair down more often than not. Wears it in a fish braid or afro, sometimes box braids. She loves to have fun man... She has a sleeve of tattoos leading to forever and starting from nowhere. And sometimes when her parents get her to come home she enjoys a good glass of wine.
She told me things about myself I never knew... Like how much I love the sun. Or how uncomfortable I really am with heights. How good I can be at taking care of myself.. How much I need to stop and breathe... How incredibly deserving I am of love, mine and my partners. But mostly how capable of loving I am.
Incredibly funny how losing yourself in a place can help you find yourself. Before I left I was very comfortable in who I was. I had set the boundaries and borders. I knew my begginings and endings or so I thought I did... But on Camps bay staring at the sea while a zulu boy told me in zulu I was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen I suddenly realised, "even though I am tiny... even though I am enough, I am also never ending like the horizon"
Thank You Cape Town... for the love.
Special out out to my childhood bestie Reneilwe for sharing her space with me.
The loving Shatho and his roomie OB for allowing us to bully them into fitting us into all their plans this weekend. xoxo
and even my long time friend Mlazie for coming out of his shell to see me.
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