My heart is so sore

Posted February 10, 2010 by supermom
Categories: Kyla

It’s very difficult for me to write this.  It’s tough to accept that parents are willing to hurt a child so.

Last night at 12:30am, Kyla dad’s came to fetch her.  He phoned me at 7:30 pm to tell me.  I told him that he can not pick her up in the middle of the night and that he can get her in the morning.  He threatened me with the police and I decided it’s not worth making a scene and upsetting her more.

I had to wake her up to tell her that he is coming to fetch her.  There was no time for her to greet her friends, her teachers …. nothing.  I got my boys out of bed to say goodbye.

They don’t understand and think that she is going to come back.

I still don’t know why and I am so worried for her.  I know that he has not enrolled her at school, so she is going to get behind on her school work.

I knew that she’ll go back.  I had an agreement that she would go back to her dad at the end of the year.  I would have had time to prepare her and the boys of her leaving.

I had no time to do so now.  She was just ripped away.  Taken from where she was happy.  She was so upset.  She didn’t want to go.

They don’t care for her emotional well-being.  They cannot because I don’t see how anyone would do this to a child that they love.

I’m hugely upset for Kyla.  I thought her dad cared but clearly he does not.  What will happen to her?  She has no stability.  Nothing.

My heart aches for her.

SO true!

Posted February 9, 2010 by supermom
Categories: South Africa

YOU ARE PROUDLY SOUTH AFRICAN WHEN:

Ø You produce a R100 note instead of your driver’s licence when stopped by a traffic officer

Ø You can do your monthly shopping on the pavement

Ø You have to hire a security guard whenever you park your car

Ø You can count the national soccer team’s scores with no fingers

Ø To get free electricity you have to pay a connection fee of R750

Ø Hijacking cars is a profession

Ø You can pay your tuition fees by holding up a sign at a traffic light

Ø The petrol in your tank may be worth more than your car

Ø More people vote in a local reality TV show than in a local election

Ø People have the most wonderful names: Christmas, Goodwill, Pretty, Wednesday, Blessing, Brilliant, Gift, Patience, Precious, Innocence and Given

Ø “Now now” can mean anything from a minute to a month

Ø You continue to wait after a traffic light has turned to green to make way for taxis travelling in the opposite direction

Ø Travelling at 120 km/h you’re the slowest vehicle on the highway

Ø You’re genuinely and pleasantly surprised whenever you find your car parked where you left it

Ø A bullet train is being introduced, but we can’t fix potholes

Ø The last time you visited the coast you paid more in speeding fines and toll fees than you did for the entire holiday

Ø You paint your car’s registration on the roof

Ø You have to take your own linen with you if you are admitted to a government hospital

Ø You have to prove that you don’t need a loan to get one

Ø Prisoners go on strike

Ø You don’t stop at a red traffic light in case somebody hijacks your car

Ø You consider it a good month if you only get mugged once

Ø Rwandan refugees start leaving the country because the crime rate is too high

Ø When 2 Afrikaans TV programmes are separated by a Xhosa announcement of the following Afrikaans programme, and a Pedi ad

Ø The employees dance in front of the building to show how unhappy they are

Ø The SABC advertises and shows highlights of the programme you just
finished watching

Ø You get cold easily. Anything below 16 degrees Celsius is Arctic weather

Ø You call a bathing suit a “swimming costume”

Ø You know what Rooibos Tea is, even if you’ve never had any

Ø You can sing your national anthem in four languages, and you have no idea what it means in any of them

Ø You know someone who knows someone who has met Nelson Madela

Ø You go to “braais” (barbecues) regularly, where you eat boerewors
(long meaty sausage-type thing) and swim, sometimes simultaneously

Ø You know that there’s nothing to do in the Free State

Ø You can eat half dried meat and not be considered disgusting.

Ø Nothing is your fault, you can blame it all on apartheid.

Ø You get to buy a new car every 3 months and the insurance company even pays for it.

Ø You can experience kak service in eleven official languages.

Ø Where else can you get oranges with 45% alcohol content at rugby matches?

Ø You’re considered clumsy if you cannot: use a cell phone (without car kit), change CDs,
drink a beer, put on make-up, re ad the newspaper and smoke,
all at the same time while driving a car at 160 kph in a 60 kph zone.

Ø Great accent. (!!!)

Ø If you live in Johannesburg, you get to brag about living in the
most dangerous city in the world.

Ø Burglar bars become a feature , and a great selling point for your house.

Ø You can decorate your garden walls with barbed wire.

Ø The tow-trucks are the first on the scene for most major crimes, without being called.
The police you have to call about three times.

Ø Votes have to be recounted until the right party wins.

Ø Illegal immigrants leave the country because the crime rate is too high.

Ø The police ask you if they must follow up on the burglary you’ve just reported.

Ø A murderer gets a 6 month sentence and a pirate TV viewer 2 years.

Ø The prisoners strike and get to vote in elections!

Ø The police stations have panic buttons to call armed response when they are burgled

Ø Police cars are fitted with immobilisers and gearlocks!

Ø Condoms for free – shopping plastic bags for sale

Friends

Posted February 8, 2010 by supermom
Categories: Kyla, Zander

I just love their friendship.  It’s so sweet.

Zander still thinks I’m his favourite toy friend but these days, she sure comes a close second.

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Sjoe

Posted February 7, 2010 by supermom
Categories: Me, Wenchy

Yesterday I cried BIG crocodile tears.   My bestest friend, soulmate and as she says, lifepartner wrote a whole post, just about me.  More so, she nominated me for an award.

A phenomenal woman?  Me?  It’s so much more than the award though.  Don’t we all appreciate the ‘thumbs up’, the pat on the back, the thank you for what you do?

I have my very own personal cheerleader.  Sometimes silently in the background and some days shouting my name from a rooftop.

Thank you Stel.  I love you.  Soos die son.

Please vote for me!!!