if I was to introduce you to a delicious dish and you exclaimed with the expression ‘Mmmmm’ I would congenially nod with you the last roll of that ‘m’ because in silent agreement you and I would be bowing to a magnificence (magnifique) of that dish. Thus here the expression ‘Mmmmm’ would be pointedly expressing our delight, and allow me to say, resonance.
>>> Of all the expressions that I have encountered to date on the social media networks the expression ‘Mmmmmm’ is an odd encounter. In my limited experience ‘Mmmmmm’ together with its variant expressions which are en-vogue is very illusive in its intent whether read in context or out of context. You could blame me for being insensible, however I for one have always considered this expression closer to the palate than the ear drum. Unless if somehow my wires have become undone ever since hitting the big four zero•
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In Phelindaba the Old Café are gone. Washed away by the caressing seeping water at the shores of nostalgia’s grey silver laser that burns the things we abhor or hold dear deep within the creases of our brains and bosom, a tug at the heart here and the disturbance of balance there, for a thrill worth Two Bob, Wola!
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I have never had an interest in gambling. My ignorance extends from as far afield as the casual game of cards to a game of Dice. I knew a Knoxman while still at high school. Here was a man whose ways were outlawed from his garb to his disdain for protocol. Despite our school’s rules and regulations his feet were always kicked into a pair of All-Star Converse with some Grey Dickies spilling over them instead of the conventional Toughies and Grey Flannels. Occasionally he’d swap the Converse for a pair of Florsheims, always looked dapper the pantsula way that gent; I suspected that the game of chance, his mind always drifted towards during the course of the day, had something to do with money-Kachin that jingled in his back pocked whenever he chested into class or chested out either at change period or our breaks or when he decided that that was the day for him and He would rather go off to start his skool sa ma’dice some where in the school’s premises, especially those undiscoverable corners where only our School Principal braved to check in during his rounds. Mr. Knoxman forced issues with his kickers and overall attire until the teachers tolerated him¶
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I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. Presently an uncertain corridor looms for the tiny man. One thing is certain though, I am returning to my first love, the visual art object and I am taking you along with me on that journey. May we find the artist.
Dear reader I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. After taking a big risk recently by swinging towards the unknown territory which is The Development of Pay Television in our country I was relieved to see readers statistics holding their stability levels. Pay television, I am sure you’re aware by this time, is an area of interest to me and I thought why not critique it while I was fascinated by what was happening with the recent launch of online subscription based services in South Africa. I had had fun jotting a few pieces in this area. Last word in this regard is that pay television in this country can be seen as a reflection of the growing pseudo black middle class. I personally feel that economically we are not there yet in the true sense of what being middle class means. How can you be middle class if your direct brothers and sisters live is poverty due to lack of employment and economic opportunities? But capital prevail and we’re all under its entrapment¶
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Relationships have their nourishment entrenched in communication. Without communication, even with ourselves, from an individual perspective, there exists no growth. We can see this everyday when we wake up to tackle the world. We are in constant communication with who we are as we battle with the forces of destiny to attain the goals we have set out for our selves. However even if we are fueled by self ambition, because by default we are social beings, we are compelled to establish relationships outside of our own personal spheres in order to achieve our goals; additionally those formed relationship need to be maintained and sustained over particular periods of time as bargaining chips in order that our multifarious selves, fueled by personal ambitions, succeed in getting towards the finishing lines of our individualistic goals. We are opportunistic beings.
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