#ThembaJayWriting—never on flight mode

My writing has always taken the route of documenting the things I see, go through and learn. So, it was difficult to not riff about my day—flight mode couldn’t even stop me.

Anyway, the Saturday started lazily, with a brisk walk to emagwinyeni (you know those are a favourite, especially when made by a skillful and dedicated group of people), and then back home to have my way with them, downing it all with freshly-made coffee.

As is often the case, I spent the start of the day with my brother, chewing each other’s ears off about this, that and the next thing. A friend came over and we had some awesome chill time—she ended up dropping me off at the taxi assembly point. (Thanks!)

There’s a short story I would like to share before I go on …

So, the taxi I confidently walked up to and boarded, first off all, was not going to Johannesburg. I was even whining about the driver wasting time to get in—I wanted to be driven out of Orange Farm without haste. He attended us eventually; and when he was about to point the minibus toward the highway, I felt like asking the Mama next to me.

Mme, ke kopa ho botsa: ke Jo’burg ena m’tswadi waka?

“No! Ulahlehile! Ke Bara e na!” she informed me, in a motherly tone, accompanied by a tinge of empathy in her voice.


I switched to being my nonchalant self, apologised profusely to the driver and he made a U-turn to go replace me at the rank and for me to board the correct taxi.

After that, I was off to an entertaining start to the trip.

En route to the airport, I had time to think about the need for exposure to new things—endeavour, closely followed by the availability of opportunity to grow.

There is so much personal growth and confidence that emanates from darting from one place to the next, connecting with different people, picking up how they live and see the world. That’s a perspective you didn’t have before—a window to something once unknown.

Another thing is, my journey to the airport was made more pleasant by my bumping into a colleague—who doubled up as my travel partner—at the train station. We sped off and caught the flight and before long (Paulo Coelho’s Like the Flowing River kept me awake and engaged; you know the old man can riff on skillfully about anything), I was in East London. Pleasant trip, if I’m honest.

Upon landing, life unfolded while waiting for our driver to pick us up (by the way, the guy’s motor skills are awesome!) Celebrities (Babes Wodumo; Spikiri; Ntando Duma; Dj Zinhle and a whole lot more) swamped the airport at one stage, and then I figured that the Economic Freedom Fighters (EFF) were hosting their 5th anniversary celebration in East London. Anyway, That gave me some time to gobble down more pages of the book, which I happily did.

Now, as you read this, I am driving up-and-down Qunu, Mthatha, with the team, checking out the venue for the #SheConquersWellness2018 activation (happening in Mthatha; Dalindyebo High School). In-between, we do other client work; are on the phone liaising and coordinating, creating and publishing content and everything else, on—the—fly.

And although strenuous, it is a fun experience that has allowed me access to people and opportunities I didn’t have before—that essential window to something once unknown I touched on earlier.

By the way . . .

Enkosi gqithi ngo’funda lewey’ endiy’bhale apha! Ithi ndimke ndiyobona abantu basek’hlaleni e’Mthatha kanye nase Qunu.

Kulungile ke bye!

Side note:

This is the JAY-list I was listening to en route to East London airport:


  • Higher
  • Really Love (featuring The Vanguard)
  • Brown Sugar

and . . .

  • The Isely Brothers — ‘For the love of you’