not yet punditik

Truth be told, as one woman to another, your panty line cutting across your baytock is not a pleasant sight.   True story.   And no, I am not jealous.   Truly, I really do not care that you have a big bum.   And yes, my backside is minuscule, a peanut of a derriere.   I am not well endowed in my nether regions.   And still I am not jealous. Lets talk about us, the small haunched women.   As the world goes gaga over the well endowed grogan ciandas, we too have drooled [in an appreciation of God’s creation kind of way and not on a sexual orientation manner], coveted those mahagas.   We have each come to the realisations that, “my fundamentals is small ya?”   We have told ourselves that “not all good things come in big packages” and “small is good too”.   And with that admission has come acceptance and soon an appreciation for our pint sized rear    My bottom is small.   And to add injury to insult, it has a bad shape.   It has dents on the side.   And these dents lend gre

Once upon a time you had a friend.   And you were good friends.   Then, like some good things, the friendship came to an end. There was no dramatic fallout between you.   No hurled insults and abuses.   No nothing like that.   Just a longer time to respond to a greeting, and an increasing number of missed calls.   And time.   Time happened in between you. Sometimes you think about things from the other side of the friendship.   And wonder if it was a deliberate decision to move on.   But then you reason, it doesn’t really matter why the friendship ended, what is important is the fact that, once it was there, and then it was not. Then months later, or maybe years later, your former good friend turns up, and attempts to slide back into your life with a ‘Hello Stranger! How have you been?” smiley kind of electronic message. And you are thinking, “Stranger?   Me?   You stopped engaging in calls, sms or emails. You came to my part of the woods at some point, and there w