So who is Grandad?

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Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa
My personal online diary,within your very reach. All that I write here are true events! The adult years are the most vicious and strenuous, I love to embrace that. Enjoy! P.S •All entries are writing three weeks in advance. •Entries are unloaded every Fridays at 10am

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Family

 Hi ppl,

My immediate family consists of my mother, father, sister, brother and myself. My immediate family is the only type of close family that I accept (including my father’s twin brothers and his family).


Mum

Let’s start with my mother, her name is Thelma and she quit typically pisses me of. My mother is the only child of my grandmother Ruth and her former lover Willard. My gran then got married to another man and had 3 kids with him. My mother is a direct clone of my grandmother. They literally look like identical twins. My Granmother passed away before we could form a bond. My mother’s father also passed away when I was 7years old at my house, I saw his dead body(Im still very traumatized by that event),my mother just as my grandmother is a total hygiene freak and tries to inflict these ideas unto me, and she’s failed multiple times.

My father Richard is the last born of 7 kids.He’s a twin,not identical just a twin.His brother, Ray is the only uncle figure I’ve ever had although I call him “Tata” to which means “daddy”.

My Luv Nolwandle
His first daughter Nolwandle is my TRUE best friend,and her brother Aviwe.Becuase of Black culture both Nolwandle and Aviwe are considered my siblings.



Aviwe



My Brother Lonwabo in the white pants
My Brother Lonwabo is 23years old and yes he still lives at home.He doesn’t pay rest of by groceries or help out in anyway either.He works in sum big ass company as a business sumthan sumthan.He does nothing for any of us,financially I mean,I consider him as a bum because weather he has a job,it still seems like he doesn’t have one.



My sister Bulelwa and me
My beloved sister Bulelwa,OMG I swear I love this girl.She is 20 years old this year,She doesn’t live at home because she is studyn Accouting(Bcom) at The University Of Witswatersrand and she is a resident there as well.I miss her a lot,but not that much when shes home lol.My beloved sister does do a lot for me,for which I am sincerely grateful.



ME!
Then there is me,GranDad 17years old(keep reading to see what I’m really about).My aunt whom is the 6th member of the family whom I did not mention is just as important.



Sis Nolitha is her name,she helps us around the house.I love her to bits!
Me and My aunt Sis Nolitha
Then that 11 year old BITCH Phumeza.I know it’s pathetic of me to hate an 11 year old so much but I do.People don’t know y and neither do I.It’s just the natural order of life,I feel like I was destined to HATE her.

Ma sister wit Lil Miss Bitch
Last but not least The Keeper of My Heart Buma,I literally don’t have words to express how much I love dis lil Nigger but I fuckn do!


Buma

Have you noticed that I ddnt mention how much I “Love” my “mom” and “dad”…Well I’m indecisive.That’s my family some of them are fucks,some of them are bums and some of them are SweetHearts.As for distant family,I’d run them over,and pull a hit and run!




{Y I dnt like church}

 Hi Gents

Well this I a personal topic too me,so let me give u the opportunity to understand Y!
My father is Christian,a Seventh-Day Adventist to be frank.My mother,she’s a Methodist.Growing up Church wasn’t a very serious espect in our lives as it should have been I dnt deny,But it wasn’t.
Recently my father started goin back to church and had us tag along(My mother,sister,brother,aunt and I),at first it was a choice then down the line gradually it became FORCE,verbally and physically.That didn’t matter then because I was all Born again and all,but as all Christians do I back slided(Yeah yeah judge me too ma face).

I no longer felt up too goin to church nor wakin up in the mornin’s and makin up excuses that I had projests and all.This is because this church The Seventh-Day Adventist church they attend church on Saturday not Sunday(If u dnt undertand just leave a comment and Il blog on it) from 9am-6pm every Satuday.On top of this I had to attend prayer meetins every Wednesdays and Fridays from 6pm-9pm.As one would say these are outrageous times especially a school child.I started “rebelling” when I proposed one Wednesday evening that I had plenty of homework,I was told “If you don’t come with us get out of my house and il lock it”,so they did and I stayed outside with Buma for more than 3hours,this was very harsh as it was winter.

I couldn’t afford “rebelling” against church because it was cold and pure torture.Somedays I weep but only to be comforted with threats of being beaten.I had no choice when my fathers voice rung in my head,”As long as u live in my house u will attend church”.So ever since Ive been livin this hell on earth.I informed them that what they doin to me only turning me against church and anything that has to do with it.THEY DNT CARE.This is when the rebellion starts,yeah goin da whole way.

Like this morning for instance,as I slept I was woken up by the thumping of my father’s fist on my door tellin me to wake up!Naturally I ignored his commands,and mumbled that I would awake momentarily.Kowing that I would not.As usual he called his wife on me,as he cannot speak for himself.Its kind of a good cop bad cop thang,my father acts as the good cop while my mother acts as the bad cop.As the Bad cop my mother is the one who throws the threats and so on,she really goes all out on my door,she Krumps on it I swear.

When told to get up I have to my advantage that my brother or my mother’s half neice(my half cousin,although I’ve disowned he years ago) are currently occupying the bathroom.Yet sh still screams that I should wake up,for what reason I have no fucken idea!After the toilet was no longer occupied there were no excuses left so I went over to the bathroom.Then this is mytime to shine!1 more attempt to make sure they leave me I literally take a 1hr bath(threats to hurry up included).By the time I step outside that bathroom their gotne.MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
But there’s a problem,when this happens my mother locks up all the bedrooms,the house and the gate to make sure the cold punishes me,and so it does.Luckily the t.v room can’t be locked so I watch t.v until they get back at 6pm and I make myself something to eat.All is well as long as im not there.Il survive anything to ditch church(Do u now see what this have come to,I literally repel church).LOL the classic is when my mother gets home with her husband and the rest of the fucks I ask em…”So how was church”?

Thursday, 5 May 2011

B-Day

Elo Der

5 May 1994 was the day that I was born on this earth,17 years later Here I am.SOmehow in my heart I feel as if I am still 16.LOl but hey Ive only been 17 for a couple of hours.Lets me run through a couple of things that have happend during the course of the day...
I woke up at about 6:35 this morning to get to school as I am not a morning person I stuggled to convince myself to get out of bed,so I did.Technicaly speaking I was the first person to wish myself a happy birthday yeah thats ryt because I am my own Bst Friend!My helper/Maid was then the next to wish me a very Merry Birthday,then my 11 year old cousin that lives with us(Il make a blog about why).
As you know my parents are angry at me(And also beat me up) because I lost the house keys[read my blog "Y m Sick"],when my dad woke up to take me and my cousin to school he didnt even say good morning to me so I said it to him,he then replies"Hmmmm" thats all!As for my moda I ddnt see here this morning but usually on my birthday she hugs and kisses me and tell me to have a lovely day,today she didnt.I dont usualy get money when I go to school cause my parent simply dont have it.I only get exactly R7($1) to catch a taxi.Nothing more, nothing less 365 days a year!Now because it was my birthday I expected them to give me a little extra seeming that it was a special event maybe about R20($3).But nothing so I got to school
Wow school was Great Mano,Bradley,Roberta,Roxy,Yazmin and Genevieve made it the bestest!I laughed so hard I think I may have done my daily sit-ups.The last bell rings,time to go home SHIT!So I catch a cab and go home,because I didnt have lunch im starving I look in the fridge NOTHING.


My aunt in a traditional Xhosa outfit
So I eat a traditional Xhosa dish umphokoqo witch is something one doesnt deserve to eat on their birthday.I go on facebook and wateva....then I go to sleep until 5pm(The hour I was born)but  my dad wakes me up telling me to print something for him on the computer mxm so I do quickly and I watch DRAGONBALL Z to lift ma spirits...

Favorite Anime Manga DragonBallZ
Then my mother gets home she still doesnt greet me nor wish me a happy birthday let alone did she get me a "Present",I swear on my life Ive never gotten a birthday present.Lol Lifes a BITCH when your parents dont have money,but anyway when  mother or father didnt get m a present its not like I expected 1 because im not used to getting anything on my birthday.My 23 year old brother also ddint wish me a happy birthday its funny because he works so yes he didnt get me a gift let alone remember that it's my Birthday.

Its had 4 me to type this and easier for you to read it,the difference is that this is my Lyf and I have to live it miserably everyday.I enjoy sleeping beacuse I love dreaming that I have another life,that I have the opportunity of experiencing a good and comforable life,unlike my own.I apologize if what Im sayin is depressing,but its true too.
Tonight as Ive always done for the last 7years im goin to go to bed in tears,it's my own little tradition you see I cry every night on my birthday because it has been so miserable and I wish that somehoew I can get outta this place!And I try to think of good reasons why I should continue living,is it really worth it if you live such a life?
Il decide tonight when I go to bed crying,
Ive just poured my heart out,I hope you apreciate my honesty

Thanks for reading,
From the left to the right,
Me&my cousin Wayne
*LoveMeLongTym*

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

School Shmool!

Hi Guys


From left to right,
Mano and Bradley

Today I saw my friends for the first tym in 11days,lol yes 11days.We had long holidays because of Easter nd all but now we back.Let me telll u a lil bout me nd ma friends,Il start by naming them......Theres Mano,Bradley,Genevieve and a lil of Thuli.As we all know in a group of friends there are those who are closer to each other than others well with no doubt nor regret that would be Me,Mano and Bradley....

Yeah ma best friends are guys yip nd der da bestest!We started being close in grade 9(Freshyear) and it was awesome because we wer all so notorious because of our behaviour.LMAO dos wer the best tyms in my lyf!!!


Now on to the girls this here is Genevieve and Thuli


High me with Thuli



Now as for the school subjescts I take the following...
    • English
    • Mathematics
    • isiZulu(an African Language)
    • Life Sciences
    • Physical Sciences
    • Consumer studies(Home Ec)
  • Life Orientation
Yeah and for the first time I actually paid attention in Zulu today,Lol I nva do I gst pass it.Also in Life Orientation(L.O) we had a discussion about politics and which partie would take our country back 2 Aparteid(The Era of Struggle that black people experienced that Nelson Mandela fought for) and I was sure to let Ms Buckle know that I dont not participate in politics nor do I care about them

Shit tym 2 go study,thanx for reading!

Monday, 2 May 2011

Future Plans

One of my favourite Animated shows,
DragonBallZ
Id love to travel all around the world 1 day and Id love to have a minimum of 3 kids.No lower than that!LOl call me crazy,but I jst love big families.As for my studies I plan to study Radiography at The University of Witswatersrand here in South Africa.But at the same time my passion and love lies in Animation,its my everything.ANIME is ma LYF!So I googled Animation schools and to be Frank the ones over in South AFrica really suck.Japan has very good animation schools(oviously they created it).But ma moda tells me to become an Animator is a very unusual career and basically she frowns apon it,Ag but fuck it If  dnt find a good Animation School in dis fuckn country ima HV 2 study Radiography,But I dnt mind it actually at least I get to do Maths!!!

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Ma sexuality

Should not be discussed,So dnt ask me!


Askin'

How da hell do I make dis Damn picture go smaller

Y Im Sick

Aah dis weekend was jst terrible....
Ma Dog Buma that could have chewed my bag
You see my mother went away 4 a funeral or something and I wa left at home with my brotha,Aunt and Father.My sister wasnt home because she stays at Res at The University of Johannesburg so two nights ago I went to the local Bottle store and bought my self sum Brandy(really its been a long tym).At 10pm ma aunt/helper went to bed outside(her room is a wendy outside)I then locked myself in my room nd started my little party I drank away and I think I got a lil carried away cuz I then decided Partyn alone is no fun I then snuck out to the local Pub wer I partyd lyk hell.To my amazment My Broda wa der to,I went over to his nd suprisingly he was so glad to see me he offerd me drinks and I syd no thanx cux really I was already sloshed.Then all I remember was being waken up in the by a hard thumping at my door.It was my dad asking me for the house keys(which I put in my bag when I left the previous night) i woke up with a FUCK of a Hangover nd looked real hard for the key but I cudnt find it.So my I shout to ma dad that I cnt find the key and he says "If you dont find those key im goin to beat you with a wipe" I wasnt suprised because hes done it plenty times before lol.so i jst fall bak on the bed and sleep.
                   My Broda wake me up at 4:30pm tellin me dat ma dads on his way back and hes really gonna FUCK me up if I dnt those key.Shit now Im fuckd is all I thinkin,so I get up and look around the whole house and outside NO BACK......"Aaah now ima get it!" so I think that maybe wen I got back last nyt my Dog Buma wud hv torn it apart but yet again there are no remains of traces of ma bag.Shit wen Ma dad gets home he asks me if I found ma Bag I say "NO" he says ayt...Lol relax he didnt beat me up!(4 da 1st tym)he jst syd wer was I den I syd I went to a "Party" den he says wer nd I sat "I dnt emember but around" den he say u beta find that key before your mother comes home....Nd she will tell himto beat me up!Ag fuck nw I mst w8 4 ha 2 cum home.SHIT No more Drinkin 4 me.I SWEAR to ma self!!!!!!!!!!!