I am in my sweat pants and my green vest
people!! I never thought this moment would come again after my whirlwind of a
weekend. There are some life moments that are so intense and capturing that you
feel held by them forever. Well, the lipstick has been washed off, heels taken
off , my Little Black Dress smells of my perfume, my globe trotters perfume and
of course the Hunters Gold I spelt on myself and the whiskey the white lady
with the dreadlocks spelt on my back. I almost don’t feel like washing it. It’s
my little time capsule. I am back to my life where 5AM is the time I wake up
and not look for a cab to hail with my heels in my hands. I thought I had out
grown some things honestly and I have, but this weekend was the spontaneous
recovery of my crazy manners. The cool part is I was sober enough to remember
it all.
I remember the way my friends and I looked
when we toasted to the weekend, eager and curious about what was coming ahead.
Hemlines a little too short and make up more bold, we were ready. After dinner
we headed to Civics centre. I was ready to be wowed. And let’s just say I was
not disappointed. After the very familiar Pompi set came Zimboita. You have not
seen talent and energy until you have seen Zimboita and their lead singer
Blessing Chimanga. He is the type of talent that makes even the most
ill-tempered person smile. Especially with that “Joy in my heart” song. I had
heard it before but I was there singing along In Shona and losing my voice in
the process. That is the thing about Zimboita, every experience with them is so
fresh. Doubt me? Look them up on YouTube or Facebook, of course the videos
won’t be the same as them live. But whatever.
Then I went back stage and bumped into a
very familiar looking lady. Literally bumped into her, I’m not petite so I held
her and asked her if she was okay. She responded and smiled. My jaw hit the
ground when I realised it was Zolani of Freshly Ground. By the time I found my
tongue and picked up my grass covered jaw from the ground she was gone and was
getting ready to begin her set so no people, I didn’t take a selfie with her at
that point. Her set was amazing. Amazing. Freshly Ground is yet another world
wonder that everyone must see before they die. Zolani doesn’t perform. She gets
lost in the art and the music and she carries you with her. The band exudes
such finnesse and life in their authentic craft; that's such a rare combination
of qualities these days. They radiate pure emotion, be it joy or depth.This is
not an event review but I must say I was thoroughly blown away; shed a tear
when she sang I’d like and Nomvula and I ignored my globe trotter the entire
time, and he is fine. Freshly Ground is that good.
Okay now let me cruise through the rest. We
raided a photo booth and took the most awesome best friend pictures capturing
our madness and our youth. We ate too much pizza, so much pizza that there was
no awkward battle for the last slice. I braided a beard. I learned Italian and
Portuguese phrases. I met Linda, and from the Portuguese I learned apparently
Linda means beautiful. I’ll tell her that when I see her. I loved Roxy’s dress!
Sweet soul. I danced with the stars. Literally and figuratively. I was dancing
with stars outside under the stars. Sky bar was insane. Insane. Lay on the
floor dancing kind of insane. Fernandez is an awesome Dj. Do not be fooled by
the kind and quiet demeanour, he is a beast, the kind of beast that can make
Hitler twerk. I met Bibi of Zed Naturals, so much hair porn for me. I lusted
after her hair until I came and she was so much fun too! I’m kind of
controversial so when somebody can just take my random comments lightly I really
appreciate it and I feel boundless around them. I met Julia, whose son is
Nagesh (Prince soon to be King), she’s cool. I met Adam, his Chitenge sling bag
and his nice friend who is too familiar. I made a video at Intercity with my
friends.
I remembered to laugh, I remembered to
give and to receive. I learned to experience new things and new people. I loved
my friends and the strangers’ authentically. I got lost to music and the great
moments. I had given myself a blank page for the last half of the year and it
is being filled with so many magical colours. All that stuff I say about
letting go actually holds truth. Nothing lasts forever. Not happiness and
definitely not sadness. So I am savouring the joy. You can’t grasp happiness if
you are busy holding on to pain. Let go. Even if it means being empty handed
for a while. So this is my brag post; my amazing weekend round up. *cue music.walks
away singing along to Katy Perry’s Roar.*
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