Please Assist - Amogelang's Wheelchair

Good day all, 

Trust that this post finds you very well.

As an ambassador for Nnusi Gazi Foundation, I am sincerely asking for your assistance with a recent project.

We received a request to provide a child suffering from Cerebral Palsy with a wheelchair. The child in question is Amogelang Rampopo aged 5, his condition denies him the use of both his hands and legs, confining him to a wheelchair. The wheelchair that he is currently using is what he got from the hospital four (4) years ago and he has outgrown it. Amogelang lives with his mother in Moruleng just outside Rustenburg (North West province in South Africa).

Cerebral Palsy Wheelchair(Positionable)

The Foundation has been out looking for the best wheelchair for Amogelang and we have been in contact with Sitwell Technologies ( http://www.sitwell.co.za/cx/index.cfm) , who have managed to help us with a custom made wheelchair for Amogelang. The cost of this is R19 000.00 as per received quotation.

Over the past 3 days we have raised R12 000.00 and I was wondering & wholeheartedly hoping if you could help us raise the difference any way you possibly can (whatever amount/donation in this regard would be highly appreciated).

Banking Details are as follows:

Bank Name : First National Bank (FNB)

Account Holder: Nnusi Gazi Foundation

Account number: 6249 4422216

Branch code: 250655

Branch name: Carlswald

Reference: NGF_(your name)

Kindly email me on kokie.molebale@gmail.com for further information and documentation for the project.

Nnusi Gazi Foundation is a registered entity with the Department of Social Development. NPO number: 123 546

Website:: http://www.nnusigazifoundation.co.za/ 

Time Appreciation!!! **Lerato Ngapo**

For quite a long time I have heard the words:

"Spend your day like it’s your very last"

Doing the things with the people you love or just making sure they know you love them

Sad and rather confusing how this saying mainly haunts us when we've just lost someone unexpectedly (sad that it’s mostly Unexpected)

To this still-mysterious ordeal called "Death"

Be not proud you stranger...

Death, you’re a stranger that we know but can never truly define

You live among us yet we still find it hard to recognize you

You're just a moody something that just comes around as it pleases

No doorbell... No black clouds... Just Smoke, to show the already done deed.

You're so cruel you force us to have to understand you

Yet you refuse to understand us, 

To understand that perhaps we need more time?!?

We're meant to live on such a contradictory world that says we have all the time in it

Yet turns and says we have limited time, and we should use it "wisely"

I personally reason with your existence as being "The balance of life"

Some means to try understanding that we can't all fit on to this stupidly and surprisingly small world.

This makes it no less hard though!!

I know we'll meet, recognize and know exactly who you are...

...But in our own uniquely "given" time and way,

It’s sad because even then you'll still deny us the time to inform and prepare our loved ones who we’ll be leaving behind

Recently, you have claimed our most wonderful and beloved LERATO NGAPO...

A lovely, beautiful young lady whom we've grown to know, love and make pleasant memories with

Life, as sometimes misleading as it is, made us look forward to her beautiful successful future

In the meanwhile, we went on about our 'lives' and forgot to make time to show appreciation

Little did we know that God had his own different plans, or is it rather that we chose not to dwell on the thoughts of What-Ifs?

We went to church together, and she used to come to me for some advice...

We’d end on a note that she should always strive for success and avoid distractions.

I keep reminding myself to not question The Lords' intelligence.

But such deals are hard to be kept intact.

I keep the hope that one day,

...just one day, we'll all get the answers to every single question we've ever had...

One day, definitely in another lifetime.

Heartaches with intense confusions were created to be cried upon,

Because in some strange way... the tears almost sooth the pain away.

I did cry about Lerato's passing, 

We weren't necessarily "close", but I loved her so much like a little sister

...and had always envisioned an amazing future for her

It feels like an unfulfilled promise, an unwanted wake from a Beautiful dream.

It deeply saddens and confuses me entirely.

I'd seen her furious, happy, and sad

I've heard her crazy sweet laughter, crazy sarcastic remarks on certain things, annoyed statements...

.. And always admired her presence, it always put a smile to my face to see her smiling back.

She had a lovely smile, which she always carried around with her even on some of her sad days.

I truly cannot recall a bad memory of her,

That’s why I loved her so dearly (and will always love the memory of her)

Her church life was filled with so many beautiful people, who truly loved her, 

This I know for I had witnessed it first hand

May her beautiful soul Rest in perfect peace, 

I speak for the few mutual friends we shared when I say:

"We appreciate the limited time we had been blessed with, to have spent with her... We are truly grateful to have known you the way we did... We will most definitely miss you, some more than others yes, but we'll all still miss you."

I pray that God strengthens your family through this unfortunate ordeal, that he blesses them with the wisdom of dealing well with it all.

FAREWELL 'RATOO', 

As Bongani had said "Till we meet again Lady Lira"

Rest in Peace Lovie.

 PS: our love for you remains intact! 

When is it ever Enough? DECISIONS DECISION!!!

When does one ever be sure that “it’s enough”? 

The thoughts and the words.

The tasks, Prayers and demands.

The Pain and the Love.

The excitement, anger, and happiness.

The ‘Fun’. The Money… The TIME REALLY!!!

 

It all comes to some kind of end, but is it ever enough? Okay, for that moment it may be enough, but then that means it’s not entirely enough, just ALMOST… and almost doesn’t really count. It’s like something we were created with, the feel that ITS NOT ENOUGH, it ‘could be better’. Is that what we call Greed? Selfishness?

 

Guess one will never know, because whatever definition may be formed for this could end up being added upon, edited, or even debated upon. It just won’t be enough. I think it’s the inability to decide on satisfaction, accept the decision made and stop looking to add it up… it is that inability which makes people change their mind countless times, by this situations are led to being LIES and CHEATS.

 

Not pointing fingers, for I still believe that no flesh-and-blood-men that has ever lived, still lives and will ever live… was, is, and will ever be perfect. That’s just how it is.

 

For the past couple of weeks I had been craving to write and share a little piece of my mind… every single day I would think of great deals of titles to write about, but I never could put it down and together because I thought I should think of something better, that whatever I thought was not good or long enough, or not to the point yet. I would allow sleep to overcome my thinking and made myself believe I was tired and when I wake I would have a better title. This made a great loss of good and intelligent-sounding “articles” that I could have been put down for the whole world to see, LOL, but it’s alright.

 

Mense, decisiveness is one most powerful and wilful act there ever could be. Sad when one cannot reach a final decision. We always think we have, but when we begin to wonder about it, start with the “what if’s”, we should be aware that that’s the exact moment of doubt. However if we can be strong enough to make one decision and one decision only, without wondering about the “what if’s“, then big ups. Except none of us can. Decision is one tricky thing to do, there’s either a good or a bad one. Make a good one and live life wondering how it would have felt to have made the bad one... same thing when it’s the other way around.

 

Maybe it’s in our nature, these ‘human being’ creatures are unfortunately never always satisfied, I included of course. Although I’m practicing a No-Regret lifestyle, so far so good. I take whatever comes my way as is and change it when and if I want to, then I learn to deal with it, without pondering on how it would feel  like to have made it differently... like the rules I almost always break ;).

 

Anyway, enough with breaking the rules for the day... that’s my decision today. Sticking to it.

Gosh I missed writing. #GodBless

Excuses? Disappointments? “REASONS!!!”

There’s always reasons for not having had lived up to your word. Most reasons too cliché to believe but we take them anyway; some very understandable and clearly honest (with evidence and all) those we find easy and quick to believe; and others just pure obvious lies. Do you ever wonder which kinds of reasons you mostly have to tell, or expect to be given? Which ones you fall for or expect people to fall for?

Aaron Neville said it that “EveryBody Plays The Fool...sometimes!!!” [But think of it with Life in general and not necessarily Love... ok love too]

Every single person in this world, dead or alive... has been disappointed and has disappointed at some point. Not so? But the question is why does it still surprise people when it happens again, why does it hurt them? Some people even kill themselves... in this nice lifetime? Yho! I just don’t get it really. Shockingly so, even “Believers” tend to think God disappoints. Is it Him that disappoints or is it a person’s impatience; Misunderstanding; too much expectations; Denial or the inability to accept?

I think people need to LEARN to ACCEPT that nobody and nothing can ever be perfect, that way I think there will be less heartache, DISAPPOINTMENTS, and hatred really. Because all these negative feeling towards a person or a thing (lol, funny but true hey, some people somaar hate certain THINGS due to their high expectations of them, seriously... Grow Up!!) Actually result from unmet expectations. Erase all of that, think and believe in doing for self before expecting things to be done for you. Know and accept the possibility/chance of not getting things your way, I know how frustrating it is when things are not going your way, but keep calm about it. I mean how can you expect one to be happy and satisfied with your way of doing things when you are unable to return the same favor? You CAN’T, you SHOULDN'T!! How can you expect someone to believe your reasons for not having lived up to your word, if you’re unable to do the same when the table are turned? You CAN’T, you SHOULDN'T!!

I live up to my own expectations, so if any disappointments then I’ll have myself to blame… I think it’s better that way, because only “I” have the power and choice to change that and turn it all around to make something worthwhile from it and be happy. I do NOT expect much from anyone, I DON’T expect anything really… and a lot of people I surround myself with know this, some feel I am weird when I don’t get all excited about something; when I don’t go crazy looking forward to something; when I don’t make a big deal out of disappointments; even when I advise them to not put their hopes and expectations high. I have learned to accept the highly possible chances of things not going as expected, that way I avoid the feeling of helplessness and disappointment.

I think what I do daily at work have also contributed to this particular character of mine that people don’t seem to get. Currently, I am a debt collector, one of the most interesting jobs I tell you; where the collection results are almost always unpredictable, we work with people, telephonically yes, and all we do is communicate with them; believe we can convince them; and then once we feel we have convinced them, we cross fingers and hope they don’t change their minds after hanging up. When I pick up the phone at work and dial to contact a client/debtor I get rid of any of my moods, because I know that chances are that I can either find this person in the worst or best mood. Therefore no expectations whatsoever.

I remember my first few days when I was still excited about my new job, was finishing my first year as a Communication Science student that year… one day I made a phone call to a debtor in my oh-so-happy mood, but only to be put down [like yho, way on the floor] with insults from this person and his wife, my gosh I could not believe my ears, I thought I wasn't hearing well, I was so confused and so hurt because I didn't expect anything like that AT ALL. I cried that day and my whole day was just ruined, even when I got home I still couldn't believe it. I cried to my parents about it and I found myself feeling like I hated my job, I was so angry with those people but my parents helped keep my cool.

But now I’m a tough cookie, I know better and I use this knowledge to my advantage, I use this knowledge as my way forward, I use this knowledge the best way I see fit. Objectivity/Neutrality; I give what I do my best, however I still remind myself of the probabilities and to still remain fair.

I feel I have finally figured it out, I have found one of the keys to MY happiness. Acceptance (the key), acceptance that Nobody and Nothing is perfect.

Keep Calm and have no expectations of anybody and anything, and your things will go smOOth.

All So Sudden!

So this past weekend was filled with things to do, one of which Iwas not so eager to get to. The Funeral. My dad's aunt from Tembisa, whom I had not even met in my entire life, passed on a week earlier after a short period of illness (that's as far as I know, as it was all in the orbituary)... One of the reasons I don't like funerals is the speechlessness I feel when at it, choosing the right words to say becomes difficult for me, hence I don't even ever ask questions.

Anyways, my dad texted me the week before on a saturday night, I saw the text the following day in the morning. The contents of the text was basically brief info about 'who from where' has passed on and when the burial will be... being the good daughter that I am I texted back my condolences and asked him to call me later in the day(no idea why, coz I had no idea what I would say to him). Missed his phonecall later in the evening so he called me again on Monday morning and we spoke, I felt the tiny awkwardness as I had no real strong comforting words to say(I suck at that) with relation to the death of his aunt, but he kinda made it easy for me because we spoke about a variety of things first, the conversation lasted no more than 8minutes, and the last 2minutes of the phonecall I heard myself asking "when are WE heading to Tembisa?". and then we arranged for Friday evening. during the course of the week we communicated on the sleeping arrangements, the time to leave Pretoria, who else is coming along with us and so forth.

Cold friday evening we were headed down to Tembisa, me being me and not really knowing what to expect(because I always avoid funerals with all my might) I wondered the whole way there. We got there and all was arranged for us, it was quiet busy, everyone was doing something, except for the congregation that came for the all night prayers, and me (not good). Time passed and me and those I came with headed to sleep. Morning of the burial, when we reached the family house and I saw the coffin, gosh that's when it truly hit me that these people have lost their loved one. I started feeling uncomfortable, as if suddenly being sick. thoughts raised in my head with tears in my eyes ; "This woman, lifelessly laying in that coffin, was a mother, a daughter, sister, friend, cousin, an aunt... she was loved and cared for and will obviously truly be missed." I put myself in the daughters' shoes and my heart broke helplessly. I couldn't stand it anymore that I went and waited in the car, thinking if I should even go to the cemetry or not. After a few minutes I was calm, then I decided I will go to the cemetry after all...

Had I known that there would be many more families holding their different burial services at the same cemetry, on the same row as we were, I swear I would NOT have gone. I saw tears wherever I looked and at first I thought not to think much of it, but really now! at a cemetry? what more is there to think of. I could not hold my tears back any longer as I felt the pain and the loss that this family had encountered. I felt so blessed to still have those that I love, but at the same time felt really bad for feeling that blessing at that point and time. Terrible emotions ran through me, the cries of the daughters and sons, the mothers and fathers, the sisters and brothers that were laying their loved ones to rest that morning pierced through my ears and then my heart that it started palpitating as I tried holding back my own tears to no success.Now this is One Main reason I don't like funerals.

I count my blessings daily and I thank the Almighty for all that I still have, I've thown away hatred  and scratched out 'HATE' from my vocab. Because life is unpredictable to be holding grudges and  still I say 'to be following the rules' ... I appreciate all that is done for me and with me, I say my "Sorry's and Thank You's" where it is due, I smile and declare my love, for you never know if you'll ever be granted the chance to sincerely say them to someone's face again... it doesn't matter how many times I say them, it beats not saying them at all while my loved ones are still alive. Death comes so sudden, whether someone was ill or not, the pain of the loss is still the same. It's unpreparable, just All So Sudden.

#Make_Wise_Decisions

It Starts With You !!!

Take a minute and think of those who don’t have parents, food, clothing, shelter and education opportunities… How do you feel after that? What are you doing to help them? Do you know that there is something you can do to help them?

What we see on the media about the “poor” nations of the world is absolutely real. If you put yourself in these peoples’ shoes, try, only trying going two days and two nights without all the basic needs with you, you will realize that it’s not easy, it isn’t simple what they are going through. But you don’t need to do that, it only takes being human enough and having a heart, to can imagine what they’re going through and letting emotions decide what to do about it. So are you human enough? Do you have a heart?

Abuse, in any way, is the most horrible experience one can ever go through, rich or old, in any part of the world. Now imagine a 5year old going through sexual, physical and mental abuse, all these done by the very people that are supposed to play parent roles… please, let’s help these little boys and girls.

Whatever religion, gender, race and nationality you are, there must be a point in your life when you’ve wondered about your purpose in the world. Well it’s not only to live, but to help those finding it hard to, due to certain situations… the problem with most people is that we tend to get too comfortable with what we have (things we don’t even NEED) that we end up forgetting that there are people out there in NEED of the basic things we take for granted.

Being the reason for a smile on someone’s face brings an overwhelming feeling, imagine the feeling when its more than 20people smiling from gratitude because of you! You don’t really need pictures and videos to be convinced about reaching out and helping others. You just need an understanding ability of the words ’orphan, poor, less-privileged, abused and helpless’ to be even a little moved. Sue me for telling it like it is!

It only starts with one hand. One heart. One YOU!!!