Please note: These reasons are not medically encouraged/approved or researched or anything along those technical lines - they're just purely thoughts. Sorry. But since you're here, you might as well stay.

1. When boredom strikes and that sly, even liberating, thought of 'I feel like cutting my hair' creeps in - act on it. I've always made the fault of not executing  my thoughts immediately, thus resulting in me: procrastinating, then altering the thought, then procrastinating some more,  then not doing it at all. 

So, just do it.

2. Tshepo's comment on the image I uploaded earlier today on instagram: "You did it (heart icon) and this has made me alive."

You see the thing is, dear Reader, you're not alone on this wondrous, natural (for some), short-haired  journey. You officially become the source of inspiration to most sisters out there whom are not as daring as you. You become the ambassador of your own beauty that seems intriguing and desirable to the next. Doesn't that seem so wow? -No pressure of course.

3. You'll look mooi (beautiful) I promise you! Note: I don't have time to lie on my blog - remember that.

4. It's an inexpensive lifestyle ! Erh mah gordt, Hallelujah, Praise Him; Yeshua, son of God! 

Spending just R35.00 to trim that baby up is a miracle compared to what I used to do (and I wasn't even weaving it up, yo !)  and I'm quite the lazy lad at the moment so maintaining half of my head is sooo much better!

5. You'll look kwaai (cool). 

6. Remember Tshepo's comment from point 2? I can guarantee you that you'll feel or be alive, if not, more. Not only does a fresh cut accentuate your facial features, it does a whole lot of justice to your self-esteem too. 

7. Short hair is in (if you're the type who cares  for what is trending).

8. Short hair is different (if you're the type who cares for the hipster lifestyle).

9. The first time I cut my hair, I was in grade 4 (I remember that evening so vividly it's a joke). I informed uMama that I wanted to cut my hair because I was so intensely displeased at the fact that my hair was not budging - in terms of growth - so I decided to hack it. Stunned at the fact that I went ahead without her blessing, she made sure I went  to school the following morning. 

I had never felt so insecure in my life.

I legit looked like a boy and the hurtful comments that were dispersing from my fellow classmates' mouths weren't helping either, but I learnt to deal with it because I had to.

10. Lastly, do as you please. You're going to be stuck with that head at the end of the day, so, do as you  bloody well please.

There are so many reason that I could mention but I don't lis to continue. I hope they help.

Enkosi and good night. Sharp.

"Why?", they ask and in response I say, "Because I want to."

It's okay to not deliver a reason for everything. - laak fo' reals fo' reals. I've spent 6 months attempting to execute meaningful content to a disinterested audience, but how did that end up? 

Comfortably, I hardly blogged and stuff cause I was too busy frying my head (from thinking too much), worked at a swaak call centre for too long and procrastinated like it was somebody's business.

Today, I'm unwinding those 'bad habits', those basic thought processes and I'm going to shiya a 360 back to where I started.

Practice what you desire to serve and never perform it for the audience - it was never about the hype anyway. Chances are somebody will appreciate it. Don't waste your precious creative time like I did. 

"Other people are always going to impatient about your life with all that "It's normal to not know what you want at your age" ... Who decides what's normal at what age anyway?! Who decides what's "normal" in the first place? Normal is subjective. Define your own lane. Define your own pace." - Nontsie Dube

"Make up your mind that you're not going to quit until you see the fruit of what God has placed within you." - Wongama Senti

Sharp.

(Water painting of bananas by Lady Skollie.)

I honestly don't have much to say.
Well, I actually do, but I just don't feel like typing it all out. But I will tell you this:

This past Saturday I decided to stay in and not go to church because I felt -
tired.
And to think of it, it's quite strange that I felt that way, because I ended up cancelling my Friday night out with Nangi.
I woke up, felt damn unpretty, spoke to God then I felt the need to share what was going on through my "everything" at that moment - visually. I'm surprised that the outcome of this video is not PG18.
Heck, I would've shown the world my vagina.

Anonymous:    How does it feel to be 18?

Tony:              Nothing. I'm 18 now - be jealous.

Why not share with you some of the cab moments? They're not understated, but so? 

Nonetheless, this was a time spent with my fellow Conformists at an African nyana cuisine - hayi sho. 

P.S we were and always are highly sober.

It was my crown birthday on the 18th - yay.

capturing the moments, of my 'Dear God' diary, in a visual aspect .

27. Jan. 2013

...okay, I need to finish my History work

and it's 04:30 :/

please bless me with the best rest in the world

and please wake me up on time :D

I love you, Papa

P.s protect Mseki and his friends

x

Your favourite,

Zipho

The more I browser through 'African' images, the more I feel the extra urge to love to be African (which I do), but let's forget the fact that I am an African and remember that I am South African. I could really say that I hate how modern South Africa is, but that's not going to solve anything (if there is anything to solve)

Where is the true essence?
In actual fact, what is the essence of being South African? It feels like our diversity "rainbow nation" has caused some serious issues of a lack of identity - but then again, it goes back to culture.
I honestly wish we were a country that spoke one language. That way, maybe - just maybe, we wouldn't have such an immense amount of youngsters who think they are something else besides what they are.
but I could be wrong, I could be very wrong -
I can't even pin-point what it means to be South African - so I shouldn't say much - but this, which we have going on, does not feel right.
Our history though - man our history is beautiful (the salvage point of view of course) to ponder on spiritually, culturally etc.
I get bothered that we - creatives - don't get recognized, but then again we don't know the true essence of being a representative of South Africa. Some bloggers that are well recognized here - are just the epitome of wack. I'm being very serious. I'm young and I literally feed on inspiration and it lacks in the blogosphere here in South Africa.

Your content needs to have value - so I literally do not care about your Prada shades.
But then again, that's your target market and I clearly do not fall under it. So, cheers to the artist, the creative, young ambitious one, do us proud.

Initially this was supposed to be just a inspiration post.
Here it is - inspirational images + a few inspirational people.

Tuesday night, Dain and myself decided to join Miss Metzer's English class on their private night-out outing to the cinema.
The Great Gatsby.
Great quality movie, great story line - sick graphics. Sucky ending (Jay Gatsby dies). Nonetheless, if you're a fan of Jay Z, I'm sure you'll enjoy this one - the soundtrack is dominated by him + his click.