So here I am in big old Jozi..... this was the place that was supposed to make us small town bumkins shiver in our boots..... refreshingly it isnt all it was made out to be. this place is as harmless as Nelspruit itself, yeah you occationally witness that one robbery, those three nyana beat downs at the Zim bus terminals and have the ocassional indian swear at you (huh.!...ngyakena,) but other than that it has its mense and it moves.....rather fast.

i'm not of the belief that a place can change yo, rather i believe that change is a choice and thus it is taken with the full accounts of where or how far the decision extends..... so im quite surprised with our beautiful small town bumkins who come here and suddenly can't cope, next its a ciggie or three, then sum groving all the way to hatfield....then exams.......the fail of your life....

I myself dont party but am not about to stand tall and tell mense to get rid of that life.... its yours , your grown enough to ken reg from wrong, but i do need kutsi adaptation is a skill for survival. Learn to balance school and life and don't hang on to the 'party so much'...... You found it here and guess what....ned when they done burying you they'll throw a nxa good ridance party net vir jou.....after tears....

Learn from your youth, so that you may share with the next ones....live and learn... then teach

I consider it pure joy......