Meet Lesego Bocheli,a 25-year-old wealthy, charming, and hardworking young man. As the sole heir and son of the late Mr. Michael
Meet Lesego Bocheli,a 25-year-old wealthy, charming, and hardworking young man. As the sole heir and son of the late Mr. Michael, Lesego holds a special place in his heart for one person - his mother. He adores and respects her deeply, and her words carry significant weight in his life.Lesego has always been hesitant to settle down and start a family, viewing marriage as a potential trap that could limit his freedom. He prefers to maintain his independence and avoid the commitment that comes with matrimony.
Despite his reservations, Lesego's grandmother has been increasingly pressuring him to settle down and get married. She wants him to find a suitable partner and start a family, just like his late father would have wanted. Lesego's grandmother is worried that her grandson is getting older and she wants to see him happy and fulfilled. She believes that marriage and children are the key to a happy life, and she's determined to see Lesego follow in his father's footsteps.
She's constantly introducing him to eligible women, hoping that one of them will catch his eye and persuade him to change his ways. Moreover, she often talks about how she longs to carry her grandkids in her arms, which only adds to the pressure Lesego feels. Lesego, however, remains stubborn, insisting that he's happy with his lifestyle and doesn't need a wife and kids to complete him. The tension between Lesego and his grandmother is growing, and it's clear that something has to give...
Lesego confided in his street friends about the pressure he was getting from his grandmother. They listened attentively and then proposed an unconventional solution. "Why don't you consider a contract marriage, Lesego?" he suggested. "You're not interested in marriage anyway, so why not find a girl, introduce her to your grandmother, and get married for a year or so? It'll calm your grandmother's mind, and she'll stop trying to set you up with every eligible woman she meets.
"Lesego thought about it for a moment and then nodded in agreement. "That's a great idea, guys! But I need you to find me a good and beautiful girl to introduce to my mother. Someone who's smart, charming, and can play the part convincingly." They smiled mischievously. "Leave that to us, Lesego. We know just the right person for the job."
They took Lesego to a trendy bar, where they met girl, a stunning and charming salesgirl. Over drinks, they discussed the proposal - girl would play the role of Lesego's wife for a year, and in return, she would receive a handsome payment. Lesego assured her that nothing would be expected of her beyond the contractual agreement, and she would not have to work at the bar for the duration of the contract.
Girlfriend, seeing this as an opportunity to escape poverty, agreed to the arrangement. For the next month, girlfriend underwent a transformation, learning to adopt the mannerisms and sophistication of Lesego's social class. Lesego was impressed with her progress and felt confident introducing her to his grandmother. He called his grandmother, excitedly telling her that he had found the love of his life and wanted to surprise her by bringing a girlfriend over for a visit. His grandmother was overjoyed, eager to meet the woman who had captured her son's heart.
At the end Lesego wasn't happy at all. He thought that being in a relationship with someone else isn't a good idea,so he decided to take someone else as his loving wife,but that girl wasn't happy to see Lesego being in a relationship with someone else.At some point in my life, I feel like I'm losing all my will to live. I feel like it's easier to give up than to continue fighting for an endless battle. Sometimes I'm tired of lying to myself that everything will be okay— that I'll be happy again and I'm going to heal from all the heartaches that I've been bearing. There are times where I feel like I'm losing hope in everything and I am just moving with the flow of life. I could no longer find any motivation to survive a day, I just live my life as if I have no other choice but to wake-up and get up in bed.
Behind every smile that I show to everyone, there is a dead soul inside me. Most days, I feel like I'm drowning in sadness. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to tell anyone that I am not okay all along. I'm tired of being resilient. I'm tired of acting so strong. For the first time after how many years of being brave, I want to admit that I am so tired of this life and I don't wanna be sad anymore. I no longer want to feel like dying with the pain that I've been keeping inside. I'm tired, and I feel so lost at the same time. I am not gonna lie, sometimes, I feel like I'm about to give up in life. I feel so tired of everything and I just want to stop pretending that I am still okay. The truth is, a part of me is dying inside. My heart is aching as if it is shattered. It hurts, and I don't know how to make it stop from aching. I don't know how to make myself feel better. I don't know how to make myself stop from being sad. And sometimes, I don't understand why I have to feel this way.
I wish I could just forget about these feelings. But every time I sit alone in my room, loneliness visits me and I couldn't help but to tear up a little. I hate this feeling that I just want to disappear. Sometimes, I think disappearing is better than bearing all the pain that I feel inside. I'm slowly giving up on myself. I'm slowly losing all my hope in everything. And I think it's sad to feel this way— it's sad because I used to believe that everything will be alright one day.!!Sometimes the right decision will hurt the most.
Just because it’s you ending the relationship doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like hell.
Sometimes, and very painfully so, it will have to be me who draws that necessary boundary. Sometimes it will be you who has to set both of us free.
Not many people will understand me, but I'm not a bad person for wanting to be free.
Free of pain.
Free of toxicity.
Free of abuse.
I'm not a bad person for having to let go.
I'm allowed to grieve and you are allowed to heal.
In “Reclaiming Yourself: Mindful Approaches for Healing from Heartbreak,” I’ll be sharing mindset shifts for navigating the emotionally complex aftermath of a breakup.
This love is packed with insights on how to tend to ourselves and heal our broken heart, without bypassing the very painful experience of it all. That's why my approach is a holistic and deeply compassionate one. We'll get to explore all the associated emotions, challenges and stages of the aftermath of a breakup, with the intention of finding ways to make the healing process smoother, more rewarding and certainly more mindful.
I know this post may not be as “relatable” for many. But I also know that there is someone out there who hasn’t been able to forgive themselves and needed to read this I think the last poem I'm making tonight called distractions. Im just feeling in a poetic mood tonight so figured I'd write
For everyone I just want to let you know I'm doing fine. Working a lot and pursuing my dreams till the death of me. I'm ok there's no need to fear about anything.
I love you all
Distract me away from everything that's so gray
When I have so much on my mind and I don't have much to say
Take me to a different place hopefully somewhere with less rain
Distractions have always been big for me
I need something to do
A purpose
Other wise my mind just roams
For a good or bad I always feel better when I'm on the move
I don't have to think much or feel worthless
Even when on my own
When I have a task I have a plan and it only takes time for it to unfold
Whether it's work or my own motive i always put in my soul
Because though I'm twenty two years young
My mind is far too old
And that is why I use distractions to stay warm in a world oh so coldIf only you could see my entire inside
It tells a story of my love one who died
My soul..... ohhhhh my soul
Will tell you the story of the greatest pain ever told
If only you could feel
A heart that'll never heal
My heart is completely torn beyond repair
It's the worse pain any human being can bear
As I put my hand between my chest
I have to release this pain which is for the best
As I know you live within me
However, this pain has become my greatest enemy
I can't sleep
I have a love for you that deep
I can't eat
Because I have a love no one can defeat
I can't think
The death of you is on repeat
All I do is cry
Often.....many people want to know why
It's the thought of you
And why my worse nightmare came true
It's the thought of you not being here
That's why I cry as they wipe away my tears
Its the thought of you being taken away
I'll love you forever until my dying day
They all say it's all in God's plan
How would they know?
They don't understand
Saying words that has no meaning
I find it quite demeaning
To suggest
God only takes the best
He can continue and take you and the rest
If this made you mad
Because I said
God can take you and the rest Amen
If my love one was in his plan
Adding you I know you'll understand
And if you don't like this
Please dismiss
All these quotes that's meant for thee
In actuality the quotes angers me
As my eyes leak
Just be sincere when you speak
My heart is open and bleeding
My heart is broke and it's rapidly speeding
At any minute it'll stop beating
Even though the pain hurt so much
It's a love no once can touch
As my heart is forever broken
You're definitely my greatest token
My heart will forever wonder
As I wear this PAIN of HONOR
This is a forever painful scar
That I have ever worn thus far .When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me
I wish you wouldn’t cry
The Way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say
I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too
When tomorrow starts with out me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand
The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And That I would have to leave behind
All those I Dearly Love
But When I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When GOD looked down and smiled at me
From his golden throne
He said This Is Eternity
And All I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But Here it starts a new
I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
My Dearest Palesa,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have something important that I need to get off my chest. Lately, I have been feeling like you don't love me the way you used to. I sense that there is someone else occupying your thoughts, and it hurts me to think that it could be someone other than me.
I understand the importance of having friends and spending time with them, but lately it feels like all you can talk about is Wesley. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time his name comes up in conversation. I want to trust that your friendship with him is purely platonic, but the way you talk about him makes me wonder if there is something more going on.
I love you more than words can express, and all I want is for us to be happy together. If there is something bothering you or if you have feelings for someone else, I would appreciate it if you could be honest with me. Communication is key in any relationship, and I want us to be able to talk openly and honestly with each other.
Please know that I am here for you, no matter what. I care about you deeply, and I want to make sure that we address any issues that may be causing tension between us. I hope that we can work through this together and come out even stronger on the other side.
If you've never experienced racism then you have no idea what it is. Yeah intellectually you may know. You watch a movie and you think you know. You Don't! You say he's not a racist. If you don't know what racism is or how it feels how do you know he's not?
I can understand why people put a racist in the white house. Racism doesn't affect them in any way, shape or form. So it's not important. "Hey we're all the same. I don't see color." That's the problem. My life experience is different than yours simply based on the color of my skin. You don't have to deal with stereotypes. Wearing a hoodie. Being in the "wrong neighborhood". The price of eggs and gas is more important. Turn the other cheek. "Well alot of black people voted for him so he can't be a racist" would be a typical response. No that just means he's a typical politician who whispers sweet nothings in your ear, get your vote, then forget all about you.
We've hit bottom. We have a s****l predator, 3x adulterering racist in the white house. You wouldn't let a pig like that marry your daughter but he's good enough for the white house.
The target on my back just got bigger. They are now emboldened to do what they want. But hey gas and eggs will be cheaper.
US
How do you explain the unexplainable?
How do you put words to feelings
you’ve never felt before?
How do you try and make sense of someone who brings you back to life?
Maybe we’re not meant to have
all the answers.
Maybe finding the right person means
letting those two worlds collide,
and trusting whatever is left of us
in the hands of the other.
Maybe this was the only possible way for us
to find each other,
to fit each other,
to become something stronger.
And while I have a hard time wrapping my head around the idea of “us”,
I hope you understand that I no longer recognize life without you in it.
I’d become a stranger to myself
if not for you.
It took me this long to find something in the world that must be meant for me,
that I’d go through it all again
to be the same for you.
Whatever the questions, the challenges, doubts, obstacles or uncertainties
the answer is “us”.
To the teacher who once called me “flirtatious” in front of others, I’ll admit that I’ve been holding on to a grudge against you for quite some time. It hurt me deeply back then, not because your words were true, but because I couldn’t understand why you would say something like that about me. Perhaps I was upset because it felt like you wanted to tarnish my image in the eyes of others.
Now that I, too, am a teacher—a second parent to my students, just like you were—I’ve come to understand the weight of our words and actions toward our students. With that, I feel it’s time to let go of the hurt I’ve been carrying.
As I prepare to enter a new chapter of my life, I want to free my heart of any resentment or bitterness I might still have toward anyone. Life is too short to hold grudges, and I choose to embrace peace and forgiveness instead.
Also, to a certain lady who has been backstabbing me—perhaps because I know you secretly harbored feelings for someone who happened to be in love with me—I want you to know that I hold no ill will against you. I sincerely hope you find the man who will love you wholeheartedly and make you truly happy. You deserve that joy, just as everyone does.
This Christmas, I wish nothing but peace, love, and happiness for everyone, including those who have hurt me. And to those I may have wronged or hurt in any way—whether knowingly or unknowingly—I humbly ask for your forgiveness.
May we all have a peaceful and forgiving
"Never question him when he comes home late." Hun "Men cheat and if he does cheat don't cheat back, dress beautifully, smell nice, cook for him and keep on smiling. Don't cry or show him your emotions that you hurting."
These are the stupid advices elder women give our sister after lobola.
I remember telling my Lil sister in front of his husband and the elders when I hand her over that she came here to be wife not a security gard or a doormat.
"If he comes late question him. If he cheat, leave, if he mistreat you, I'm a phone call away. Don't loose yourself in a proces of keeping your marriage.
You are a Princess and a good man will treat you like one. If these elder built their home from such principles or if he paid lobola for that I'm willing to send his cows back and take you back home."
Lobola is not a ticket to slavery or being a doormat for your husband, it is an appreciation price to honor your parents for raising a wife for him.
Don't take those stupid advice from the elders. Yes, they were staying long in their marriage but they stayed unhappy, depressed, helplessness and weary. I repeat, don't keep your marriage in the expense of your happiness, you'll die young.
maybe love it's when i walk in a room full of people & my eyes would still look for you & find you. maybe love it's when my palms sweats everytime i am around you ,maybe love it's when i write letters about you & still keep them in my box. maybe love it's when you look at me & i feel butterflies. maybe love is when I first saw you & i felt like I've known you in my past life that I know nothing about . maybe love it's when I trace hearts in the air everyrime i am speaking with you. maybe love it's when we share my lunch together, under the mangoo tree. maybe love it's when you sit on my bed & i make a painting of you . maybe love it's when i wrote my first love poem about you. maybe love it's when you look at me & i see the warmth in your eyes. maybe love it's when you listen to me yapping all day & still look amused. maybe love it's when you wrote that novel about me & i still read it every night. maybe love it's when you spilled coffee on me & held my hand, & i got that electric feeling . maybe love it's when you brought 8 coins to make me your makoti. maybe , i said
