I used to love her but now I don’t

Only a biker knows...

Have you ever wondered why a dog sticks its head outside a window when the car is moving? I am not a fan of dogs but whenever I see a dog sticking its head out, it looks extremely happy.   The wind blowing its ears back and tongue wagging out, and a near smile if you look close enough, for the dog, a trip in a car looks like pure ecstasy.  Could it be that when a dog sticks its head out of the window, it must feel like heaven on earth?  I can imagine that not all human beings enjoy this phenomenon, but there is a certain breed of humans that get why dogs do this, and these humans are called bikers, yep, you read it right, motorbikers.

 

Taken from my 2003 scrap book

I have always wanted to ride a bike, from a tender age I have always fantasised about riding into the horizon on a silver maroon Harley Davidson.  I did not know any other type of bike so a Harley was all I ever dreamt of.  I figured that, that was the pinnacle of life’s adventure, to be able to allow the wind to carry you into nothingness.  In 2003 I got a chance to travel to Germany and on one of my host’s stay, I managed to get me a ride around the block on as a passenger on a silver motorbike, I cannot for the life of me remember what that bike was called or what it looked like, but I remember the feeling like it was yesterday, wind for wind.  I became so obsessed with the idea of riding that I believed that riding carried my fate.  While I thought that was the highlight of my year, I later in the year attended a biker’s church and I believed that was what heaven looked like. I was home and I did not want to leave, even the haystack was shaped into a bike. 

Taken from my 2003 scrapbook

 I played around on some bikes before the service began and I saw a yellow Harley Davidson, and I fell in love with it instantly.  I asked one of the church folks if I could get a ride on one of the bikes and they offered to give me a ride and #Boom, the yellow Harley was theirs, the only problem was that they did not have an extra helmet, they left the duty of getting an extra helmet to me.  

Taken from my 2003 scrapbook

Taken from my 2003 scrapbook

 I went around asking if someone could offer me a helmet for a ride and then an amazing man came to the rescue. I will never forget him, his name was Manfred.  He told me that his wife had gear and I could use that, but even better, he could give me a ride himself. I was elated.  I geared up and we went outside for the ride and voila, I could not believe my eyes.  Everything that I had fantasised of was right before me.  It was silver maroon in colour; tears started welling up in my eyes.  My tears turned into little rain drops.  Manfred got me all geared up and signaled us to go on the journey that would change my life forever.

He started the engine and the sound was sweet melodies to my ears, he pulled off and all my sorrows and woes disappeared in the wind, I could not see where we were going, it was indeed the horizon, rain pricking me like needles I did not feel the pain, for the joy felt made any pain bow down.  The moment was amazing, I was lost in translation.  Whatever else happened after that in that year is but a faint memory (why am I getting all poetic and stuff?)

BlackEagle

In 2005 I met an amazing friend who was soon to be my boyfriend at the end of 2006.  We had a common thread to us, we both loved adventure and I remember that we both had a dream, and it was to own our own motorbikes.  In 2008 one of my best friends bought a super bike, he named it fire.  Fire was blazing hot and I instantly switched my love for a cruiser to super bikes, the adrenalin and fulfillment that came with owning the wind was out of this world.  My boyfriend at that time also bought a super bike and named it Black Eagle after my pseudonym ‘EagleRose’ (I had named his car white eagle).  Our worlds would never be the same again.  Speed was our new culture and when one is in control like that, you literally feel like you own the world, and boy did we own the streets.  When I was riding with him, speed was but a myth, time stood still and waited for us to pass on by before resuming.  It was amazing.  

The 24^th of February 2009 became a bitter sweet day for me, it was my boyfriend’s birthday and the day my best friend was involved in a fatal bike accident.  It was one of the worst moments of my life.  I struggled to grieve for my best friend because I had never lost a friend before.  My best friend and I had a squabble months before his accident  and on his birthday 29 January 2009, I asked if we could please let bygones fly away, and he responded “Life is for the living, let us not waste this life”, little did I know that a few days later he would depart from this beloved earth.  

In 2010, I broke up with my boyfriend and I became an independent rider, a rider who could define what she loved and wanted out of this sports. I owned a Honda CBR600RRA named Gripen, Gripen broke sound barriers and was so fast, she defined me.  

A time came, I attended many biker funerals and I could not lie to myself anymore and justify why biker deaths on the road were so high. I could not make excuses anymore and riding on the road was like navigating yourself through a jungle, a concrete jungle it was. Being witness to many accidents, it was clear that even if you were a skilled and safe rider, you were taking a risk because of the cars around you. Fear overtook me and I took my love for biking on track.  I loved track and everything it represented.  The freedom to accelerate with no worry over a taxi driver showing up from nowhere, a freedom to lean as low as you want, a freedom to take the unspoken risks.   

After I left my job in 2011, I spent a lot of time enjoying the track, during the Nov/Dec period; I got to meet AJ Venter, an Isle of Man racer who practiced at the Red Star Raceway every day.  He took a liking to me and offered to ride with me every so often.  I remember once he put me up as his pillion to show me a few things. Ahh man, the experience was priceless that I did not even focus on the lesson he was showing me.  For a moment, I was on the Isle of Man.  I upgraded my racing suit and my exhaust because I was ready for this world, I joined the RSR club and obtained my license from MSA, this was my future, but a little obstacle presented itself,  because of the economic status I had landed myself in, my budget became a bit too tight to continue with track racing.  Track racing can become a tad too expensive and for the period I was about to embark in, I needed to lay low for a while.  I continued riding here and there on the road but it was not fun, the road riding culture was not my thing.  

On the morning of 24 February 2013, I woke up in a bad mood; I had completely forgotten that it was my late best friend’s death anniversary and my ex-boyfriend’s birthday.  I never forget this day.  I went to church and bowled my eyes out.  I was sad on that day and I did not know why.  On my way from church, I came across a bike accident and I inquired who it was, only to discover that it was my ex-boyfriend.  He met his untimely death on his 28^th birthday.  Words cannot express the grief I felt in that moment and moments that came afterwards.  I had not seen him since we broke up, I did not and still do not understand why I had to find him.  A few days after, I went to the accident scene and I nearly bumped a biker from behind.  The biker moved quickly and the sound from the engine made me sick to my stomach.  When you are a biker, the sound is like music to one’s ears, but every time I heard that music, it felt like torture, I hated it; I hated the sight of any bike.  This beautiful machine had taken away two of the most amazing people I had known.  People may have their own theories about death, but say whatever; I do not believe that the deaths of my best friend and ex were part of a divine plan.  The LORD gives and he does not take away a gift.  I cannot accept that it’s God who caused the deaths.  I believe that these gentlemen sped and at that moment, the speeding had consequences, we all know of the consequences, it is just that when someone dies, we try to justify the speeding.  I am in no way insinuating anything, but that truth makes it easier to accept what has happened. 

Today, I still hear the bikes roaring, it doesn’t unfortunately, entice within me, awesome feelings like it used to.  I still feel sad and sick to my stomach.  Riding is in my blood and I don’t think that one can truly give up biking, for now I am still grieving, but I will definitely return on the road, only this time, I will be riding my dream bike.  My silver maroon Harley Davidson, for a superbike, I used to lover her, but now I don’t.

Genuises - no ordinary beings

There are very few people I obsess over in life, and as shallow as that may sound, those people are usually the super extra-ordinary humans. It always intrigues me how certain people manage to live beyond expectations and the rest just live average lives if not below.

I have recently discovered a young man that goes by the name of Siyabulela Xuza.  He was a guest speaker at an event I recently attended.  When he got on stage, he looked like any ordinary young man. He had a noticeable orange tie on and an awesome stage presence.  He spoke very well and knew how to capture the attention of his audience.  While giving his presentation, I overheard someone mumble about how Siya was bragging about his life.  I got extremely bothered by that remark. This in some way showed that we live in a society where some people are so used to playing small that they expect those who achieve way beyond comprehension should apologise for their feats.  What is wrong with a person who is trying to inspire others through their experiences?  I truly believe that Siya’s story was so relevant to everyone that was present at the event given the fact that he was addressing learners who had just matriculated with A symbols in Maths and Science. He epitomises global excellence; something each and every one of us should aim to achieve.  Siya is a young Afrikan innovator who began a project on rocket fuel and this project exposed him to the world. As a result of his innovative mind, he got invited to the 2006 Nobel Prize ceremonies ( I don’t think he had completed his matric yet), received many accolades and even got a minor planet named after him.  He graduated from Harvard School of Engineering and Applied Science where he pioneered micro-fuel cells for mobile energy.  He has since returned to South Africa with a passion for developing solutions for the energy industry.  This is just a sneak preview on this man; should you need to read up more on him, please follow him on twitter @siyaxuza.

Something extremely profound stood out for me as he was giving his presentation.  He mentioned that while growing up in Mthatha in the Eastern Cape, he used to experiment a lot with household products. He used his mom’s kitchen as a lab which often got him into trouble.  His mother understood his love for Science so she provided a corner somewhere in the yard where Siya could experiment more.  Siya told a story of how his grandfather was a Science teacher and this also contributed to his love for Science.  

I particularly grew up with a fixing hand.  When I was a young girl; I would fix and try to figure out everything in the house.  My parents knew that if there was a new gadget bought, Malebo would be the one who would try and figure it out.  I was obsessed with cars and electric appliances but pity no one noticed this talent close enough to do anything about it and so it faded with time.  This might explain why I can sit for hours on end figuring out how to build a website. I can sew clothes and do many other things with my hands.  I perhaps need to start taking myself seriously and develop these hands of mine.  
 A few months ago I noticed my best friend’s son's love for dismantling things and putting them back together. I took on to challenge him with a TV remote. I dismantled it (askies Shwe, that was me) and I asked him to fix it for me. In no less than 5 minutes, he had figured out how to put it together.  I kept on noticing other small things as well and advised my friend to pay close attention to his gift and develop it while he is still young.

This brings me to my gripe; how many kids are wandering out there with super amazing gifts but no one pays close enough attention to notice?  Some of this curiosity from kids is dismissed as childhood tjatjaraagness (right at this moment, I am failing to find the proper word for this, but I trust you get my point). Please do not get me wrong, I was using Science just as an example, there are many areas which this piece refers to as well, I singled out Science for the sake of the gripe I had.  

Afrika is truly filled with untapped potential beyond our imagination.  Civilisation and innovation did after all begin in Afrika and we are a part of that heritage.  Are we as adults aware of the smallest behavioural patterns possessed by children?  Entrepreneurship is a huge answer to our continent's woes and the more we tap into our creative space, the better it will be for our livelihood and those who are to follow generations later.

@malebosays

#DearBlackMan - Voices of Women who love you ...

A couple of us took the time out to celebrate and honour you, to tell you what it is that we love about you.  To express our gratitude to you, Black Man who does not define the stigma that haunts us about the Black Man.

Our messages to you

#DearBlackMan

I know that often than not, we tend to focus on what you are doing wrong, I'm about none of that today. I know that a whole lot of you do your best, I honestly think so. Big Up to you, who is not perpetuating the stigma that follows Black men all over.  

Your women love you. Thank you for telling me that I look better wearing my natural hair than I do in my weave. You have definitely stopped the cycle. I have seen how much you love your seed; the fact that you would do anything for your seed melts me to pieces.

Your ability to raise another man's child as your own unconditionally warms my heart. You are indeed amazing

Love - @malebosays

#DearBlackMan

I am yet to meet a finer gentleman who treats women with more honour than you when you are at your best self.

I admire the way you rise daily to present your best self to a world that doubts you at first sight. You work 7 times harder to prove that your integrity is intact when others first have to break trust before their integrity is ever questioned. Black man you are my hero. You are dear. Don't you ever forget that. This is how my poem will begin or end. You have written us so many poems. I think it's time the sisters paid you a tribute too and not punish you for your brothers’ sins and remind you of your father's failures.

 

Wow! I was just thinking of the depth of the black man's warmth! His lingering compassion that has touched me so many times regardless of age. His care that is so effortless and motherly at times that is all embracing without appearing feminine at all. Black man!! You are God's creature.

I am sorry for the killer side look I often give you that stops you right in your tracks. I'm sorry for refusing your help because I had already decided what you were about. I forgive you for the wrongs you have caused me. Truth is, others have done me more wrong just indirectly. While I am at it - I forgive them too.  Let me say this. You are NOT the problem. You are not what is wrong with the world.  I love the way you dress. The way you care about how you are dressed. I love the way you polish your shoes, the way you are so selective about your shoes. I love the way you love the way you walk. You're such a show off. You are a beaut.  How many times have you affirmed me when I had long left my mirror unsure about how I looked? How many times have I pretended that I did not hear you compliment me? The truth is you have reassured me and affirmed me more than you would ever know. Thank you.

When you are a father.... I love how you assume your fatherhood position everywhere without asking for permission. I love how you father everyone everywhere you go. I love how you are a father to the fatherless. How you adopt as many children as will accept you. How you solve so many problems of other children and homes not your own as though they were simply because you understand that you are a father. I love how you never ever say "those are not my children."
There are so few of you and yet you do what you do for so many as though it were your responsibility. Thank you for the brief encounters sometimes in taxis. How you take opportunities to pass on your wisdom, to guide, to encourage, to affirm. Yet there are so few of you. There aren't enough fathers. The revolution has begun! This year I felt it was the year of the young black man. I saw young black men rising out of townships and rural areas. I saw them dusting themselves off every bad association to become their most excellent selves after God's design. This is it!!!! The rise of the black sons.

Love Sikelelwa Siki-First Dlanga

#DearBLackMan

Dear black man, seriously you are uniquely made, your structure is so present, your shoulders so broad, your head upright, the confidence that was instilled at birth and the affirmation that you received as a young man shouts from afar. When you know this about yourself and you enter a room, everybody stares because black man you are such a man, you truly…. are… a…. man.

Love Ayanda Pekane

#DearBlackMan

Your drive fascinates me. Your willingness to bleed and sweat just so that your loved ones are comfortable enhances in me a breath of unlimited crisp assurance. You ooze of strength and potential. You radiate God. Your bold reaction to protect and defend the vulnerable is attractive and encouraging. You Black Man are able.

Love Refiloe Sandra Maphuti Maphoto

#DearBlackMan

Today I take this opportunity to say Thank You as you do not get many "thanks" on a daily basis as we are always too quick to judge you on the mistakes you make but very slow to applaud you when you do well.

Not many realise your hard work, the pain you go through everyday searching hard for a job just to put food on the table and a smile on your children's faces and when you don't you get cursed at and hated for not being able to provide for your family forgetting the fact that you did try to make ends meet. You are a good black man indeed.

You always walking around with the world on your shoulders and we never see how heavy your burden is. All we ever do is add more problems to the burden that you carry. Today I want you to remember this: Whenever your burden is too heavy for you to carry, you can pass it here and ill help you carry it. No matter the situation you can always lean on me. It’s okay to ask for help if you struggle.

Love Adelaide Adalady January

#DearBlackMan

Today as I celebrate you, I want to thank you for insisting to help me carry those heavy bags even when I said "no thanx i got this". As from today, I am not going to "think like a man" I am going to think like a lady..... I’m not competing with you. I’ll let u b the man that God created you to be. I love you even more to ever think that you would go far, far away from home in the middle of nowhere and work underground just to keep the wolf away from the door!

Love Sima Morgan-kaVilakazi

#DearBlackMan

You are enough. You are important and I need you. You are wonderful, you are special, you are chosen, and you have a purpose. Do not give up, keep going I believe in you because you are just that awesome. I see your efforts and I appreciate them. The way you look at me mmmhhh Black Man, I see that, How you always jump to my defence; how you have always protected me I see that too #Blackman. You are awesome and I need you just as you are my #Blackman

I am sorry I never took time to understand you because of all that I heard of you from this universe, what the women in my house said about you, what the woman next door babbled about you, the lady at church, the teacher at school, the women at the shops chatted about you, the noise that the women at the bus stop made about you, the lecture at varsity, the friends I have grown to love, my female colleagues, the girl next door the writes and speakers. The way the universe conveyed you blinded and robbed me from learning and understanding you my Blackman. Sorry I made up my mind about you before I met you. #Blackman you are enough.

I love how you take care of your own. How you put your priorities straight. Your loyalty to yours is amazing. They appreciate it. You are not enough merely because you are successful, your noticeable drive and hard work, your courage to stand when the winds are not blowing your way but to a different direction inspires me. How you go out of your way to make ends meet and provide for yours. You are an enough BlackMan from an enough God. This Universe is blessed to have you; I am honoured to have met you. Ke rata the way o phushago passion ka gona.

 

I appreciate how you love my curves and my full figure despite what the magazines portray as beautiful. I appreciate how you give up your seat for me, how you hold the gate for me.  I appreciate how you always offer to help, how you respect me and wa ncharma with the sweet names you call me be it outside the supermarkets or at the robots, You are just ENOUGH! Ke rata ge o mpitsa "Ba ka bogoshing, Mmakgoshi" ooh Blackman bathong! I appreciate how you always let me go first, how you let me skip a long queue , hahahaha, Oh and yeah the other day, you let me have the last loaf of bread at the shelf.

I respect how you respect your God, how you commit yourself to His work. I respect how you lead, I respect your dreams, I respect your willingness to grow, I respect how you honour your mother, I respect how you pray for us, I respect how you do good things for us, and I respect how understanding you are and how you teach me to love you. BlackMan you are my best friend. The way you love the mother of your kids humbles me.

Love Shokky Chiloane

#DearBlackMan

You carry yourself with pride and honour your father’s wishes... You dress to impress and respect yourself. Thank you for raising your children and not turning your back to them.... Thank you black man.  Thank you for going the extra mile and taking care of children who are not your own. 

Love Terry Khoza

Not today

For the longest time, chocolate has been a huge problem in my life.  When I say huge, I mean an extreme catastrophe.  I would usually eat a slab a day, until the day I stopped riding my motorbike.  The withdrawals were so unbearable that I had to find a replacement and chocolate was it, the dosage moved from one slab to three slabs.  I credit all my extreme weight gain to chocolate alone.  I am not a huge fan of food so chocolate impacted my health in a huge way.  Whenever I stopped eating chocolate, the difference in my weight was noticeable in a week.  I fasted, prayed, meditated.  I tried everything to get rid of this stronghold and it clung on like dried cement.  I needed to find a way out fast. 

I was convinced that I was an addict.  Then I went out with a friend for dinner, as usual, she always orders my favourite cake for dessert (one of those ladies who never gain weight – so jealous).  She asked if I was not going to have any cake, I told her that “TODAY I am not up for cake”, she laughed and said, “I bet you will be up for it tomorrow”, the minute she said that, a waterfall moment happened to me.  That was it, the problem was that I was trying to give up chocolate forever, and that overwhelmed my mind, my mind could not understand how it would stay away from chocolate forever.  Every time I would go for a month without having chocolate, my mind would freak out and I would find myself justifying why it’s okay for me to consume this chocolate, once I consumed that slab, then it would be downhill from there, starting from ground zero.  So I have resolved that I have not given up eating chocolates, I am just not in the mood to eat it TODAY, maybe tomorrow, but NOT TODAY.  

I told this to my Mentor, and he called me a smart girl because that is how he stopped smoking, and apparently it’s a method applied by many support groups.  I was quite chuffed with myself really.  I have not had any chocolate because I am not feeling it today, maybe tomorrow, NOT TODAY though.  

I am not sure if this method would work for any addiction, but I guess it works for many other things that we face in life.  If we took some things one day at a time, I guess they would be easier to deal with than to try and overwhelm ourselves by over thinking the possibility of the problem being with us forever.

I am on a journey to get my blazing hot Body back and I mean it this time.  Honestly, I do.

Just do it

If there is anyone who obsesses on planning and strategising, thinking things through before implementing, it is me.  Although it is good to analyse and think things through, we must be wise enough to know when to draw the line.  Being the perfectionist I am, in the past, I used to self-sabotage myself by over-thinking to a point that I would withdraw from doing something only because I was afraid of failure.  I would come up with every excuse possible why I could not implement what was meant to be, just so that I did not have to deal with the failure.

There is a scripture in the Bible which addresses three lepers who asked a very important question: ‘why sit here until we die’.  Many people are just comfortable with over-thinking and over planning up to a point where you never see the fruits of their thoughts.  Some go around from church to church, from conference to conference collecting inspiration and challenges but have no bone to act. 

The cowardice stops here.

Quickly run to the mirror, look at yourself and repeat after me ‘Just do it’

Too expensive

Here I am, it is the last day of 2013 and I am still in one piece.  It has been exactly two years and two months since I left my corporate job.   Many are still watching in amazement as if they are waiting for me to surrender this crazy feat that I undertook.  Things just do not get done like that, there are systems in place and a formula that one must follow in order to be called a human being.  As a lady in her late twenties, with a well-paying corporate job that allows her freedom to determine her own working hours and gives her travel opportunities on end, you just don’t up and leave your job to follow this invisible thing called purpose.

A few years ago I was on a flight and I sat next to a white gentleman who seemed to be in his fifties.  He was flustered and as red as a cherry (I saw you asking what the point of me mentioning his race was).  I could see his sweat creeping out of his hair and racing down all the way to his collar.  He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his collar as he released a huge sigh. I normally do not like to engage anyone when I am flying, for moments to myself are quite rare, but I could not help asking if he was ok.  He looked at me and with a heavy Afrikaans accent responded ‘listen here; always make sure that you give 100%’.  I remember going into the office having that statement haunt me every time I performed a task, I always asked myself if I was truly giving a 100%.  Sadly I realised I was far from that.  It is such moments in life which have led to me resigning from my job and taking the step to walk on water.   I realised that doing things just below average was too expensive and it was costing me a lot.  It was sure costing me my 100%.  There is a saying that goes: if you hate where you are in life, change it. 

Everyone who is in control of their lives deserve to live out their purpose, otherwise it is all a waste of a precious soul if one does not.  Who and what does it benefit for one to brace the earth and never love their life?  I do understand how scary it is to pursue purpose, sometimes pursuing purpose can be like searching for black ants in a dark hole, but hey, it feels really awesome when you find those ants.  Nothing can be more fulfilling to know that you wiped some sweat off your brow because you were doing what you actually love.  When you do what you love in life, you automatically give 100%.  This purpose seeking is not an easy journey for everyone, and many people do not know where to begin.  That is because people are under the impression that for one to be living their best life, they need to resign from their job.  Well ideally that is the route to desire but it is not that easy for most people.  Especially taking into consideration the history we have on our continent.  Many people find themselves as breadwinners and so the option of leaving a job is inviting some serious worry and unnecessary stress in their lives.  

There is an ancient proverb that says that a trunk is never too heavy for the elephant, as well as a scripture that says that God can never give you a load that you cannot handle, but honestly, some loads we carry even when they do not have our names on them, the beauty of God is that He makes it alright with you.  Your situation is not too difficult for you to handle, and so you too can have an opportunity to dip your finger in the pool of purpose.  The most important thing to discover is that you need to know what your purpose is and make plans to live your purpose out whether you stay or leave your job.  How does your employment stop you from getting those piano lessons? How does your job halt you from becoming that dancer? When did your job become an obstruction to you starting a community centre? It just doesn’t make sense how we always find one thing to blame so that we do not take responsibility for robbing ourselves from living out purpose.   

You can gradually build up your dream while you are working so that when or if you decide to leave, at least the ants are not black but red. 2014 is around the corner and if there is one thing you should resolve, it is to start giving 100%.  Imagine yourself at age fifty flying to Johannesburg sitting next to a young twenty something lady/gentleman. Which space would you be in at that moment?  Do you like what you are imagining?

This year February we buried someone very close to my heart.  This person was an extremely talented individual who I would like to believe lived life as he saw fit.  I remember his words when we were at another friend’s funeral years prior, when he remarked that the friend’s life had challenged him to live life to the fullest.  On the 24^th December I lost another dear friend who also gave 100% of himself.  His life was a true inspiration.  I heard somewhere that the Greeks never wrote obituaries when someone died, they asked a question: ‘Did he/she have passion?’

I’m two years two month into my #WalkingOnWater experience and I have travelled all over Afrika.  I have discovered more than I thought I possess.  I have met people I only dreamt of.  I have spoken to so many audiences; I have been interviewed by magazines, newspapers, and radio and been on international screens. I have been offered so many business deals. I have been favoured by people who I’m a groupie of.   I have been kissed by a crush and have had a Ben10 fall in love with me.  I have attended amazing events and even gained 20 kilos.  I have had the opportunity to engage with South Afrika’s president and a member of a serious monarch.  I started learning a new language and discovered a gift I never knew I had. My biggest highlight was blowing the socks off some Academics when I was invited to present to them.  The look on their faces while I was digging into my soul will forever set precedence for my Academic journey.

Two years and two months later, God is still keeping me afloat as I #WalkOnWater.  Please let 2014 be the beginning of something mind blowing in your life; do not continue accumulating debt because you are robbing yourself off life.  Life should be filled with Love, faith, truth and a whole lot of FUN!!!

See you in 2014

@malebosays