Soul Dose

That's me, really it is me in 2002 Zulu Dancing at a coming of age celebration ceremony, my mother's half sister's celebration and I wasn't even used to doing it..... And I don't mean to blow my own horn here but I did it exceptionally and those who have seen it done would back me up.. You don't believe it? Check out one of the people who his an old pro at this.

Ha ha, just remembering the good old days and wanted to brag a little, ha ha.

But more seriously, I remember this day like it was yesterday, the girl in yellow next to me helped me put together this little gear and when she suggested we go bra-less I put my foot down.... Traditionally that's how it's done but I just couldn't. She did though, hats off to her that's what I said.

I remember and miss these days.

The prince has spoken,

his word is law,

for he is the wisest,

cutest prince in all the land.

I was with my nephew and gave him the honor of naming my gift from Doraz.

He thought about it in a princely wise way, and asked is this baby my little sister?

I had to laugh at that line but thought it was too cute.

Then he said, loud and clear "Pearl"

So there you have it, who am I to go against a prince's word?

Meet Pearl Ntuli

There's this thing that bugs me from time to time, really it's not really a bad thing but I think I have to mention it her, it's the 13 Going On 30 thing. What am I talking about? Let's break it down and get to the bottom of this thing.

When I got sick there was no warning, no scary drums that you hear on  horror movies when someone is above to enter an old dark abandoned house and Freddy's waiting in there about to strike. There was no unusual tiredness, no  headaches, no dizziness, there was nothing that said "Go see a Doctor idiot, get checked out" So this girl remained blissfully unaware something was wrong with her, till the very last second when I heard the loud banging noise and saw the blood rushing down my top and then, blackout.

Fast forward 6 years later when I look at myself, I'm 25 years old and don't remember what on earth happened  since that March 2004 day and now. I was 19 at the time and I think I was still  a child, not young but you know what I mean.

I'm now 25, it's like I slept and woke up years later, only I was awake, I wasn't in a coma, I just don't remember anything. Between you and me, I sometimes laugh at this thing.

That is how life pulled  a 13 Going On 30 on me.

Am I upset? Sometimes I wish I had made my transition from girl to woman in a normal way, a way I could at least remember later but no I'm not upset. I know whatever made me forget there's a reason for it, maybe if I knew everything that happened I'd be saddened, maybe I wouldn't be where I am today but I do know this - My life is far from over, this battle is far from wrapped up, I will wake up everyday and be a happy fighting 25 year old because yesterday is gone but tomorrow is forever, Dolly  Parton said it best.

It has taken me over a day to try and come upp with a name for my warrior but I keep pulling up something lame, something weak, something horrible and the worst, something too cute. So I''ve decided to ask you guys to help me name this  amazing fella........... The Price: Thhe gratitude of a girl with a nameless warrior on her hands.

Alright here are a few things you might wanna know before you help me here.

• He's been living here at Soul Dose for a day
• He hails from the colourful world of Doraz (Go  ahead, click on her name)
• He has demonstrated strength like superman's
• He gives great hugs and tell the best jokes
• He can play cute better than Puss In Boots
• He fears nothing, but respects everything.
• He keeps me company
• He enjoys being hugged every now and then
• He's my warrior and keeps away bad spirits
• He loves jumping around the room on one leg (I'll  ask Doraz about that)

But The Biggest Thing Here Is...............................................

• He's nameless and needs your help, any suggestions???