My First Post

”Always remember that you are unique. Just like everyone else.”

WOWie so it’s finally here, the big “project” that I’ve been in frenzy about. My family and friends know this all too well.

Now, some people may be thinking “it’s just a blog dear, sooo many people are and have been blogging, relax yourself”.  True, nevertheless these stories have been sewn together through Macebisa’s wandering eye and capturing heart, how can they possibly be the same as anyone else’s?

This brilliant idea came to me a day after I had been wallowing in the shame of a bad decision that I had made. That decision turned into an incident, which spiralled into something that tainted my character in my family’s eyes. One can’t really decide whether they will be the first, only or last born, nevertheless, cliché’s come with your position in the family. I am the last born in my family and they are known to give up easily because they never have to fight for anything i.e  hand – me -downs. My fire, energy, creativity has always been misunderstood, though within good reason at times.

 As I was having my “pity-party” at one of my favourite hangout spots at home, the Empangeni Library, I found out that there was a competition to become a“fashion street reporter” for Elle magazine. But you had to be a blogger too. My whole being couldn’t resist. The following day I was taking pictures and interviewing people at the Zululand Hospice,I realised that zeal my good friend was back... but for how long?

After having gathered all this information, processing it, editing, my blog disappeared, (how traumz was I). I’m relieved, that I’ve made it to the end. Ironically, it’s only just the beginning.   Throughout this journey I have had the greatest support, mind you this is not the only project I’ve undertaken, unfortunately in the past I’ve been a “ lastborn” about it.

I love surprises as long as I’m not the *surprisee. I ‘m grateful to my friends, who even though in limbo , remained  very positive, loving and have been waiting patiently  for the big reveal. I apologise to those who didn’t know about, those who knew weren’t supposed to anyway, not personal at all.

 I’m also grateful to those that have made “Creativity Breeds” a reality. Sthe “Gummie” Gumede for being the guy who always helps me translate my creative thought process into amazing digital art, with the utmost patience and grace. Thank-you Sifiso “Kev” Halama for teaching me and helping with web design.  Also for finding the blog when I was in a panic after it had disappeared. Ngiyabonga,  Zodumo “MaBie” Biyela  for being a part of the offering, even when it meant standing in shorts in the SNOW. J

My family, Njabulo, reminding me to me calm down.  Pito , for your constant support. My brother for understanding me and helping my mother understand. My brother –in-in law, for listening and driving me around even though you had the sneezes . I’d also to thank the queens of my heart and funders of the dream, my darling sister and dearest mother. I thank you Nkosi, for being patient and supporting me. MaMthyiane you are the ying to my yang, you never give up on me, you dream with me and are always honest with me.

I aslo thank Elle magazine for re-awakening the crazy creative in me.

Lastly, my heart pumps thick blood bursting with gratitude to God the father, Jesus the Son and The Holy Spirit Thank-you for the guidance, peace, grace and joy.

 In the Universe I trust.

That said, I Welcome you, the creative breed to “a place where even dreams believe” as creativity breeds.