If there were a biography about me …
If there were a biography about me, its title would be “No Fucks Given” because I have whole-heartedly accepted that the majority of people are full of shit.
If there were a biography about me …
If there were a biography about me, its title would be “No Fucks Given” because I have whole-heartedly accepted that the majority of people are full of shit.
Welcome to rainbow nation 🌈 maafrika dzonga
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
South Africa is a tapestry of cultures, languages, and traditions. In our remote villages, every gathering feels like a family reunion. As an African woman, I cherish our belief that it takes a village to raise a child. Uninvited guests at celebrations are a norm; we embrace everyone as family. When we mourn, the community unites, often slaughtering a cow to honor the departed. We don’t worship the dead, but we express gratitude for their impact on our lives. During Easter and December, we gather, light herbs, and share stories of our ancestors, believing they watch over us. Our homebrew beer fuels laughter, singing, and dancing, sometimes for three days straight.
In our tight-knit communities, we care for one another—checking in when someone is sick or facing hardship. We have stokvel societies to support each other financially, ensuring no one is left behind. Church strengthens our bonds, reminding us of our shared faith. In our language, we say, “umuntu ngu muntu ngabantu,” meaning we are who we are because of each other. This is the essence of ubuntu—humility and togetherness.
We brew umqobothi, our homebrew beer, and cook goat with pap, creating a feast that lasts for days. These gatherings are not just about food; they are about connection, sharing stories of our triumphs and challenges. We support each other in times of need, ensuring no one is left behind. Our stokvel society strengthens our bonds, pooling resources for funerals and community needs. Church unites us in faith, reminding us of our shared humanity. As we say, “umuntu ngu muntu ngabantu” – a person is a person through other people. This is the essence of our community, where we thrive together.
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It’s been a weird morning. I feel like I am massively off of my regular schedule, but I am getting caught up now. I’ll probably write more about it later, because I am a chronic over-sharer, as you may have noticed.
Anyway, if there was a biography about me, what would the title be? I foresee such a thing having one of two possible titles. The first would be something like, “Inside the Red Head’s Head.” Another possible name could be, “robertjames1971.blog.”
Wait a second! Something with titles like that already exists! Who would have thunk it? There is something similar to an autobiography already and you are literally reading it right now! I mean… this is more of a journal than an autobiography. Maybe if you squint a little you could call it a memoir. Probably not. Whatever, it’s a slice of my life at this point in time and I think that counts. Even if it is a carefully curated slice of life containing only the crap that I am willing to share with the greater universe. That still counts… I think… maybe… maybe not, but it’s good enough to answer this question today, don’t you think?
Google AI, generate an image of a Jedi Knight writing his or her autobiography.
His pen looks like a lightsaber! HA!
So what do you all think… is it time to cut the crap with the AI generated images of Jedi Knights doing something loosely related to the current daily writing prompt? I might be ready to stop, but I also might be ready to not stop. I am undecided.
https://robertjames1971.blog/2024/02/14/i-think-you-are-reading-it/