Sunday, June 23, 2013

I hate what I see on Facebook.



I hate what I see on Facebook

I hate the pictures I see

Everyone hugging

Looking so happy

What is this? I don’t like it

Makes me look at my pictures as if I am unhappy.


Hate what I read on Facebook

Love things

Private stuff

“Mwah, I love you so.”

Why do people do that?

What the heck is ‘mwah’?


You know what I am going to do?

I’m going to make me a new Facebook

It’s going to be a Male and I’m going to call him Eric

Then I am going to add Eric

Have our pictures tagged with love

Eric and is going to write ‘mwah’ things to me

And I am going ‘mwah’ him right back!


People I know hate what they see of me in Facebook

They wall me saying it’s sad that I would be so blatant

My kids don’t believe me when I say it’s all a hoax

But it’s on Facebook so; they have their minds made up



I don’t like what my Facebook is doing to me

I can’t believe my husband still doesn’t know

The mischief I am up to

“What’s the matter with you?” Our kids ask him

“She’s embarrassing us!”

“What the heck is this?”

He says, “Leave her alone.”

He looks knowingly into my face.

He reads me like a book.


Tasnim Jivaji

30th October 2009.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

My Swahili Poem

Mimi, sina mengi ya kusema                                                                  
Kuanzia zamani za kale
Hadi leo, 
Mtu aki pokea wakati ya kuongea
Ataharibu wakati huo na maneno ovyo
Na hivi sasa nimesimama hapa
Ninazungumza Kiswahili na watu hawajui
Hata lafsi moja
Watasemaje?
Je, wamefahamu nini?
Ama leo, wakisikia lugha yangu
Wata kumbuka bara langu,
Watasumbuliwa pamoja na sisi vituko vya huko?
Ama wata endalea na unjinga wao
Kweli, duniya hii hakuna matata.


TRANSLATION
Me, I don’t have much to say
From the beginning of time
Upto today
When man receives a chance to speak
He’ll waste that time with speaking nonsense

So now, here I stand
Speaking Kiswahili with people who don’t know
Even one word
What will they say?
What did they understand, eh?

But today, when they listen to my language
Will they contemplate on the land I come from
Will they be troubled with us by our circumstances?
Or will they continue with their ignorance
Really, this world has no problems.

Written By: Tasnim Jivaji
Proof-read for Grammer by Suhaila and Yusuf Khaleejy.

October 26, 2009

Read Swahili, sound out every letter phonetically as it is.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Mother to Daughters

When I became a mother, I was swept away by surprise because I became mother to this stunning tiny thing. I spent long hours simply staring at her. Wondering what I would do with her. I was her closest link to the world that she has just entered into.
Wondering what we are going to do with this life together.
I had no idea what kind of a mother I was cut out to be. But I could see the enormous human being looking back at me with this surge of love I had never been looked at like that before. I could tell that behind that soft sweet smelling skin was a tenacious woman.
She made me drop my plans for my life, swerve and and take turns, yet hold on to me and who I was becoming along this journey we took on together.
She made me want to endure whatever came, do whatever it takes, face the worst storms just to be there to be her mother. Because being her mother was what my purpose became to be.
Less than two years later, another stunner turned up out of me.
For me, now, simply weathering storms and facing the music was not going to be enough. I now had two amazing humans to groom to be able to let loose on this earth and I was determined to make their home a home that they could learn that they can make a difference on this earth and make it a better world. Because they made my world so much better.
I have made plenty of mistakes in my being a mother. I have made big large boo-boos and some of the things I have done were just not thought through. Mistakes that are scars on them.
My mistakes were and are still being made in my love for these people. I do not second think what the consequences are for what I am doing, because whatever I am about to do is the best I can do for them. And when one is doing something, mistakes are a byproduct that cannot be avoided. The bigger the something, the bigger the mistakes sometimes.
I have always asked them to forgive me and will continue to do so. They know this.
They on their own have also made some small, some huge mistakes in being daughters to me. They too have mistreated me and challenged me in their growing up, wanting to be freed of this relentless mother, no doubt. And I forgive them over and over, always will. Because they did those things to the only one to whom they could. To the one who would take it and love them no matter what, and still never give up on them.
I have two fearless women in my life today who swim the seas of life with me, through my tribulations and troubles and my successes and triumphs. I have these two women who make it right for me, no matter what hits me or what makes me fly higher. Today I see the same tiny stunners, and now I see even their purpose in life. Purposes that will drive them and help and soothe them so that soon even the scars will be fading, just like my purpose of being their mother did for me, my scars already have faded.
They have become profound mothers to their little brother, each with her special touch, helping me mould this young lad into an amazing man.
Given the uncertainty of this life, one thing is certain, I do not need a Mother's day to say this to them. They make everyday that I am a mother a Happy Mother's Day for me.


Written By Tasnim Jivaji
24th April 2013