All in due time… (my love letter to YOU)

By your many names, I am still to call you mine and mine forever. By your many faces, I am still to look at the one etched on my cornea… forever a part of my vision. I have seen the essence of your smile brighten up the darkest of rooms, worn by imitations and distorted refractions of you.

It seems my journey to you has truly begun again. I have recognised you in the many places that I have been in search of you. Whether it was your lingering perfume or the footprint you left in the sand, I have felt your presence though you were not quite there. It’s not easy, my love; holding onto what looks and feels like you only to be shown that my instincts were wrong by the world and myself. Don’t get me wrong, my angel; I am only made more humble knowing that the road to the greatness that is you is lined with the struggles that will affirm my readiness for you, as I am sure your journey is too.

Though I would not wish any pain upon you, if my travels are anything to go by… I know yours is not an easy road either. Part of my sadness is that I cannot hold your hand through it all and tell you that it’s all going to be ok and that we will one day be. I will in no way be the end of your problems; in fact I can guarantee that I will be the cause of a few. At the same time, I can guarantee that my intent is good, and it will pave a road contrary to hell.  

I want to protect you as if you were born from me, the way I know I am both born from you and for you. I know in my heart that you are out there. I can only hope that you believe that I am out there searching for you. I will never be lost knowing I am searching for you. Be strong in your search for me.

 As much as I know that you have already forgiven me for the mistakes I have made and will make, in what will be the past to our future forever, I still bear enough to ask you… please forgive me? I have now done and am done with what can be referred to as the “young man’s way” of finding you; with naivetè and carelessness for my actions and consequences thereof for others.

I am scared too, my baby; scared that my soul will not be able to recognise yours the longer my search goes on. I am scared that my impatience under the guise of eagerness will make me settle for something that isn’t you. I am scared that I have already met you and you have ruled me out without discovering the grown point, my relevant growth point that would make me perfect for you.

I once said in the past that perfection is chased by those who are not satisfied with who they are. I do not stray from my statement. I only move forward with the knowledge that the kind of perfection I seek is one defined by me and me alone. Enveloping all the imperfections that will propel our growth into what we will later describe as exactly what we needed to make it last to the forever we can only hold as “till death do us part”.

My fears, however, are not enough to drain my heart’s energy to carry on. It is because I know and believe that you are out there that fear becomes the police to the actions that keep me from losing you once I have the privilege to call you mine and mine forever.

Time’s relativity coupled with relativity to its end brings me down to the realistic realisation that on my death bed, the idea of you may just be the culmination  of all the destinations I have had the honour of visiting. I need you to know that if that be the case, I am still truly and forever grateful because I have been very fortunate in love, enough to consider myself the luckiest man in this world.

So this letter is to you, my lady. For you to know that you are not alone. You are not alone in the search for that forever somebody. I exist in this realm and all realms that have a need for holistic balance. We exist for each other the way night exists for day, the way right exists for wrong and the way beginnings exist for endings.

By your many names I have not yet had the privilege to call you mine and mine forever. Know that I am because you are. The universe will one day see fit to put us together. For that day I guarantee we will be equipped for everything we need to know to make us last for the forever we can only hold as “till death do us part”.


– Call me Dizzle

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Time for change

This piece was inspired by a classmate’s response to the question posed by our radio lecturer: “do you think South Africa is really ready for a female president?” the girl responded “no!”, she went on further to say “women are too emotional and we need less emotional people running this country…”

Now, I’m not one who has much political interest further than equipping myself with knowledge that will give me an informed decision come voting time, but I found her point of view interesting in its irony… South Africa is an emotional country that is trying to move passed emotionally trying times (aparthied). You may disagree but if you look closely, a lot, if not most of the decisions made in this country, for this country, are emotional driven. It’s part of the reason our politicians behave in the manner that they do… unruly in debate situations, less than straight forward when asked direct questions etc. It also forms part of why people remain “loyal” to our current ruling party, the ANC… There is an emotional attachment passed down from generation to generation to those who never even saw the horror of the former regime… born into “the new world.”

So, would it be the worst thing to have an emotional and intelligent woman, with emotional intelligence (which is one of the better qualities that I feel more women have than men), run our country and take it to the next level? I really don’t think so, in fact a part of me believes that it is exactly what we need.

Imagine how easy it would be to change your vote if elections were held each year, giving opportunity to all political parties who feel they can make a difference. Unfortunately a year doesn’t give enough time to hear what a political party has to offer, witness it being implemented, reap what is sown and give feedback as a nation.

My vote this year is not going to be cast because I’m in anyway pissed-off or annoyed and the current standings of the country under the rule of the ANC, my vote will be cast as part of the vision that our late father Nelson Mandela had which is a country that is not afraid to demand better and do what they can to get it. It’s time for someone else to take the reigns, in the global scheme of things it’s trial and error that will move this country to where it wants to be as a whole.

Another classmate of mine commented that “a vote for ANC is like being in an abusive relationship, complaining about it, and still going back”.

At some point something has got to give.

Happy voting…

-Call me Dizzle


While you were sleeping… I was dragging a dead cow

Love this kind of humor

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image Tuesday is normally when I post my riveting investigative journalism feature — at least compared to watching TV static — called The Box . Then again, normally I haven’t spent the early hours of the morning on the scene of a car accident involving a cow. Such was the case this morning at 2 a.m., when my pager went off next to the bed and, five minutes later, I was behind the wheel of a wailing fire engine with a crew of five wondering, Did I hear that call correctly?

Moments later, medics were on scene reporting over the radio that the driver was out of the car with only minor injuries. Though not audible, there was a collective sigh of relief by everyone in the engine. That’s because, in most cases, getting tapped out in the middle of the night for a car accident usually means rolling up on…

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Family, Friends, Love

My Best Friend’s Wedding (Best man’s best wishes)

Mr and Mrs Manyaka

Mr and Mrs Manyaka

Without a need for a fancy title, my best friend got married this weekend.
Saturday the 22nd of March marked the acculmination of a dream that Jesse Manyaka had some years back,
entering university as an eager student of life and his chosen study field.


I sometimes think back on the kind of woman that he always wanted to marry, and though the list of requirements was
small it was nothing short of significant. I wont say that Ayanda Manyaka(Jesse’s wife) fit exactly into this description,
however, believe me when I say that when he met her he threw the list out the window. My understanding was that
she already possessed the fundamental things that he was looking for and she also possessed qualities that he never knew he
wanted or needed.As a man of God and a believer of fate, who was he to fight the decision that his maker had made to place
this lady on the path of his life’s’ journey?!



I could talk about how beautiful the wedding ceremony was (which it was), and i could talk about how beautiful the
decor at the reception was, both at her family’s home and his(which it was)… But what I want to talk about is the feeling that was imprinted in my heart when seeing two young people, who I love, look at each other with that look that says “we are finally here, baby…”. There have been a number of times when i have seen Jesse that happy, to name a few;
When he met Ayanda, when his favorite soccer team (Manchester United) wins and when he gets lost in a good time with
good music playing in the background… and when I watched him atop the alter preparing to profess the necessary
understandings to his future wife before he said “I do”.


From the first kiss, till death do they part.

That kind of happiness is attained only by those who choose to be that happy by doing the things that would ignite that
kind of fire.

My Friends, i am a colossal believer in your love and what it will accomplish on this earth. Take these next steps with
balanced togetherness and nothing will ever be able to overwhelm you. I have watched you both grow as a couple of
individuals and individuals in a couple. Your union is blessed, and all those who were privileged enough to be part of it, i’m sure feel as I do… honored.


I love you both and wish you all the best.

– Call Me Dizzle


Let’s move in so that we can move on

I am at an interesting juncture in my life. I have reached the time when one moves in with the love of her life. There are situations in the world that are so difficult but this is in fact, my greatest obstacle yet.

I have discovered that love isn’t truly tested by issues of trust or the like. Oh no, I have learnt that the disappointment I feel when I open the fridge expecting to find the juice that I had saved for later gone becomes a common feeling; that the dishes get washed but not the pots; that the laundry gets washed and folded but not ironed.

My realisations may seem petty but they are relevant obstacles. We are meant to experience challenges however it doesn’t mean they are easy to accept. All these events (the ‘gap’ in the fridge, the laundry, the pots) have propelled to this single thought. ‘Can I move on from this?’

The problem my generation faces is that moving on is coined as a term in which you leave all things behind. However, I have a different view. In order for you to appreciate your situation, no matter what it is, you must fully accept it. I admit! I have not completely grasped this concept.

You can look at this literally and figuratively. I have physically moved in with the love of my life, but I later realised that my soul needed to join the household. When this happened, this is what I discovered.
There isn’t a more beautiful feeling than waking up next to the reason I wake up everyday… Sharing a meal is more than just satisfying to the stomach… Saying sorry becomes more than just an apology.

I encourage you to realise that moving on from difficult situations require you to move in. Fully, completely and willingly.

-Call me Mrs Dizzle (Tebogo Maneli)


A lil’ slice of heaven

My love for sandwiches, like any other passion was fueled by a need… A need to have better…

Many years ago as a youngster in primary school when the smelting pot of integrating schools was happening, it was white people that created this need. More specifically, it was white kids’ lunches with their perfectly cut and composed sandwiches that always made my grated ham and cheese combination feel like less love was put into my eating pleasure. Black people know exactly what I mean. The white kids’ sandwiches always looked like they came straight out of a catalog, accompanied by a box juice, maybe some fruit and a sweet or savory snack. The envy alone could make a young black boy look at his own mother funny.

The introduction of lettuce was the turning point in my awesome creations and future eating pleasure. That little splash of green that adds a refreshing crunch… Grated ham and cheese turned to slices, brown bread turned to white then later to what is now dubbed “best of both”… I was in heaven, and like any type of heaven you wanna have on earth, you gotta build it; choose what goes in, leave out what should stay out and recreate it any and every time your “tank” is feeling empty. Heaven will always vary in size, shape, colour and texture. The one thing to keep in mind is that as long as its created by you, with all the experimental and creative licenses in the world, you will seldom go wrong with your finished product.

I think my lady has it easy. Dinner can be reduced to a couple slices of good bread, toasted or not, a meat base and the almost crucial TLC (tomato, lettuce and cheese)

This passion will one day be shared with the world in the form of a business. But for now, its jus my little slice of heaven.

Call me Dizzle



A man shouldn’t have to stamp their “manliness” with the bottom of their fists on the foreheads of “weaker” men, women and children. It is the programming of ages that has left men believing that the fragility of others is reason enough to claim superiority; forgetting that fragility tends to mean that the value is higher and one should handle with the utmost care.

Manhood should be celebrated as part of our existence by all who exist in it.
Given the power in this lifetime, being a man from the age of 21 and older would be instant celebrity status. Young people would greet you on the streets, ask you to sign things and lingering waves would follow you everywhere you go, accompanied with a proud smile, jus because you are man.

Woman of age would be praised as gods, with people instinctively becoming submissive in their presence. Greeting with a bow and avoiding eye contact until they allow you with a gentle raising of the chin as a sign of mutual respect.

As much as that world will ever exist, a key without a door or lock to open is useless.

-Call me Dizzle