First day on the waves....iGagasi 99.5 fm

I have been nervous for a while now, concerning breaking my virginity on the airwaves.  What to say? What to do? What if I press the wrong buttons? What if I stutter? What if a wacky caller calls in? Oh well, I guess this is it.  To the deep end I dive.  There will be no more what if's after 10pm tonight.

I have been going into the studio to play around with the buttons.  I have found myself talking with the mic off or I have stopped the song just when it started and found out that you can't go back to that song.  So spilt milk, is spilt milk when you are in studio.  Believe me you dont even want to enter into the studio with any milk!

I have had a few lessons, one with Vusi Letswalo (whose voice I will forever love, especially on lonely Sunday Afternoons, he really does has a sense of keeping you company) and TP and Selby taught me a thing or two.  Now it is up to me to make it or break it!  Wish me the best ya'll, because  I need it.

This afternoon I will go in and do a radio promo.  My debut of breaking some kwaito lyrics and putting in my own words, for 30 seconds.  That is as original as I can get this time around!  Then this evening I will be in there, bare foot and wide awake!...If you are not Durban based, please tune in via the web page: http://www.gagasi995.co.za/ and you will be able to listen to me on-line.

I will speak less and pray more whilst the music is playing "Lord please help me do this, Please speak through me."  I just gotta be careful I dont end up preaching, with prayers like that!...I have found that when I am nervous, I have the kinda prayers that make me stop, frown and think "Did I just say that??" and I am sure that the Lord has a sense of humour and He just smiles and nodds.

So, today is the day.  Hold my hand and lets do this!

Boldi-locks: my favourite picture

...Dont Mess with the Best  coz the best dont mess

Dont fool with the Cool coz the cool dont fool...

This picture to me is a war cry of a different  nature...:

it says: bold, brave, naughty, nice, cool, wise and soo many other words

that only a kindred spirit can understand.

A Monday morning shout out to my friend

Memories of a Beginning

The date is unknown

The time only the heavens would dare to remember

A connection, not even the heart could or would want to recognize

But one which the soul surely smile at.

A memory that causes the head to bow and words to be concluded

by: " Bless her Lord Amen" , are whispered through lips of a believer

to a God that never sleeps nor slumbers

The day and time of the meeting of these two souls

is a memory which  is like a rainbow in a distant past

that shines like a sun through the clouds with visions of

festivals, home gatherings, house parties, and shopping spree's

The meeting of the two souls was like a gift

well boxed with endless realms of soft designer paper

wrapped around in ribbons of love

and well set into a time and space only known and understood

by love

The day and time I met you

I do not remember

The day and time

will never be important

It is that little heart of mine

that you touched

that will forever remember you

I ask this little heart of mine, what it remembers and it says to me,

ever so gently:

its how she always runs to pose next to you, when you taking a photo

Really?

I ask it

then my heart smiles back, almost the same way you smile, and then it laughs and smiles

at the same time,

Just the same way you do...and I see why my heart loves you so.

I ask it again...remind me oh heart of mine

hidden in-between my non-silicone breasts?

Why do you smile when you think of her?

She loves you, it says to me

Aaah, I  remind my heart

Love, love dear heart is a word, I don't play around with much

That is why you hardly tell her, it says.

You rarely tell the people you love the most and are quick to tell the ones you don't love

how you love them so, another of your famous acts of faith.

Shut up, you heart of mine,

I demand

Lets continue, I say, how do you know I love her?

it's her caring ways it tell's me

The way she always invites you to her do's

The way she'll contact you sometimes, when you are overseas on work travels, and remind you of how Durban is your hearts desire

The way she'll ignore you on facebook but rock up in your real world

that's

why I know

and the way, she came to see you as you walked out your momma's coffin and told you : "you don't have to be strong"

That, my dear friend, say's my heart to me...was your mothers gift to you:

A friend so real

A friend so rare

A friend so sensitive

A fried so true

Thank you for being my friend, Nih

Zoom: 7th February 2011