Ignite My Soul

Chapter 16 - Let Go. Let Flow

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Darker than the ocean, deeper than the sea

You got everything, you got what I need

Touch me, you're electric, babe

Move me, take me from this place

Movin' to the tempo, show me what it takes

Speedin' up my heartbeat, playin' in the face

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

Love me, take me to outer space

Kiss me, we're on fire, babe

Love me, take me to outer space

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It has been hard; I will not lie, but I have been too busy to feel sorry for myself. It feels like everyone and their dog need help lately. I spend most of my days between the office, work travels, and my spiritual home. We are packing up the H1 on our way to Durban. There is a home that needs cleansing, initiates that need to go to the ocean and a multi-millionaire party to attend. It is going to be a lit weekend all around. We gather in the hut to pray for our journey and hit the road. The trip is quite pleasant and I am sharing the seat with Mpho and Kgadi.

We arrive in the early hours of the morning and get to work. Each case is different. The process requires precision, and every ritual has to be perfectly timed. By the time we are done, it is 5 pm. My body is aching; I smell like I have been walking through a burning forest. I am dripping sweat. The room we are working in smells like a combination of blood, incense and detergent. We take turns bathing, then have supper. This is the first time we get to eat since arriving at 4 am. Did I mention I am tired AF? I could use a nap, but I am relying on borrowed time at this point, so I am going to have to stay strong.

Passion work is such a buzz and a high. It takes a while to get grounded again. I have no intention of going to this party feeling like this. I cannot imagine spending an evening going through people's emotions and thoughts. So Kgadi and I find a spot to light a blunt. I am sipping on Hunter's Dry, and she is having Amstel. We are hiding in the garden in the backyard overlooking the ocean. We are at a house in Ballito. We are catching up about life and men when Lesedi, who had been napping, finds us. Apparently, she located us by following my loud laughter, and here we were, thinking we were quietly hiding. She joins the chat for a bit before letting us know that the party host called to check what time to send the driver to pick us up. We have an hour to get ready.

We get to the 'All White' party at Moyo's Ushaka Marine. They gonna have to excuse us because we missed that memo, and none of us has white on. On any given day, we don't easily blend in, but tonight, we are popping like the many bottles of Veuve Clicquot in front of us. There is this yummy guy who keeps stealing glances at me, but he has a Louis Vuitton bag that is stuck to him like a bad rash. Heeeey! When we ladies find a good-looking, moneyed guy, everybody gets to know that 'The boy is mine'. Anyway, I keep sipping my champagne, bobbing my head to the music, acting all ladylike. That was until the DJ dropped the old school Kwaito playlist. Yeey, it was like someone added paraffin and switched on the pram stove.

Next thing I know, Kgadi and I are in a circle, and Mr Yummy is cheering us on—ziyawa ke manje. (It is going down.) I am one of those you would consider as having a stage persona. I love music, and when I get moved by music, my Sasha Fierce takes over, but don't crowd me, and don't touch. More importantly, it is not a gateway to talk to me afterwards. Please remain #asyouwere. Unless I like you and want you to approach me, of course. Someone school the men asseblief tog. We score ourselves 2 more bottles of bubbly and an invitation for a brunch braai at the Beverley Hills apartments from Mr Yummy and his crew. We grab the two bottles for breakfast Mimosas, and bid the host goodbye.