Vanity comes at a price

I don't know if it's just me or this last long weekend creeped up on us like the Spring season it brought with it on the weekend. Imagine my surprise when learned folks were talking about how they want to retreat on Monday and I'm left confused by why so many people took a work life balance day. Anywho Friday came and went became #NoPayDay and I continued with my life.

Saturday was a rather quiet day and I was debating whether I should do my hair for Trigga or just leave it. Gave my tickets away and decided to be with my people's ko Panyaza. Bekungase mnandi  thiza, I was never ready. Dankie Sowetans. Yal conveniently made me forget that I was somewhat possessed and had signed up for the TotalSports 10km race on the Sunday and we were strongly advised to get some rest. Ubani? Nna I got home ka 4am and proceeded to sleep for what felt like 2 mins before my 6am wake up call came through. 

Sharp ke, I woke up like this. Nevermind my hair coz I know it's bust. Whoo hee eh.

Now hol' up a minute. Those fools didn't tell us there will be hills and so forth. Man imagine jogging around JHB at 8am with taxi drivers and hobos telling you that they like you like that, just come back to bed with them. Lol, the ambition. We started off at Newtown, went around Mayfair and proceeded to the Braamfontein/ Hilbrow side before we trekked past the Mandela bridge and got to the end point. I didn't do badly for someone who was hanging and had no business being there. Glory be to God for giving me the will to do it. Angithi we said #TeamFit this year, well that's the price we have to pay. Aren't we all vain to a certain degree?

My sister's joined me, the morale support was welcomed. Made it that much fun, our oldest fell ill and couldn't join us. The youngest felt like she's too skinny to be seen with us and missed the race, imagine the disrespect. 

Mapule, was in the lead by a good 30 minutes from our group - but like I asked her yesterday, "Did you win?". 

When I got to the Mandela bridge I swear I felt like Muhammed Ali that one time he was chanting, "THE CHAMP IS HERE!".

Look at the back of a champion if you haven't seen one folks...

Fast forward to the evening when I obvs had FOMO and decided to go and conquer the streets of Vosloorus in the East Rand. Sharp, I get there and I see a swarm of bikers at The Point Pub. Is that even what they are called as a collective? Anywho, ja them. They were maningi maningi. S'joe, the way the girls were drooling over the poor boys, I was just observing. Tltltl. 

I'm not a biker nor a fan but liked the sight of the bikes in the parking lot. 

Ran into an old school mate who chirped me about being seen at a place with no celebs, yini ngiwile. But the joke was on him, Chester (I don't know what his real name is) from Yizo Yizo was there. So no,  I cannot be seen where people of my calibre aren't. Qabanga, Chester who was famous when Mabrr was still alive. No shade. Yizo Yizo the return baba! 

The biker friend... He goes by the name Ntokozo Kunene. Find him on Instagram ladies, then thank me later. *hides*

With Mapule and I.

The selfie stick was in the car, so please excuse the dodgy looking shadow in the pics. 

This guy said you can hit him and his crew up if you want bikers at your wedding #OPW style, and so on and so forth. The way people like things.

Headed out to Durban aka Dubane this weekend for the Loeries. Don't know what those are? Hehe, you are better off not knowing. Hot mess. Creativity abound. I will tell you all about them upon my return. Til then, stay blessed.

Yours in awesomeness 

Nthabi with an 'H'