Showing posts with label zulu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zulu. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

My bucket list for life

By Arnia Kiara Oosthuizen


Me and my life long friend in London


At the Eiffel Tower, Paris, France




Every person should have a bucket list of things they want to do, before they kick the bucket (die).

Two of my big dreams and on my bucket list have been completed. France and the UK. It was a huge privilege that I was able to go and not many people get to do it.

Here is the rest of my bucket list: (Warning! May contain content of extreme awesomeness!)
  1. Backpack through the WHOLE Europe.
  2. Go to San Antonio to visit my uncle (Happening in 2015)
  3. Learn more about other religions and cultures
  4. Take up my French and Dutch again (or it will get lost)
  5. Visit Machu Picchu
  6. Learn an African language like Zulu
  7. Go to class in my pajamas
  8. I want to experience a white Christmas or even just see snow
  9. I want to volunteer at Rehab center for animals that got hurt and nurse them back to health.
  10. I want to name a star after myself.
  11. I would love to go to Egypt and see the Pyramides.
  12. Do a boat cruise.
  13. I want to do a diving course and do deep sea diving. Experience the wonders of the ocean.
  14. Learn to meditate.
  15. Visit catacombs in all the countries that has them. I was already in Paris' catacombs. 
  16. Experience the mysteries of the world. (Bermuda Triangle, lost treasures, etc...)
  17. Read all the books I possibly can. I LOVE READING!!!!!
  18. Meet James Patterson, I am his biggest fan! He is an author, in case you're wondering.
  19. Find a book I have been looking for- Children of the dust. But can't find it anywhere.
More things will be added to this list, but for now it is all I can think of...

My favorite photo in London, UK.


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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Working in a shoe shop

By Arnia Kiara Oosthuizen


Can we please have shoes?


As a student, we discover that money does, in fact, not grow on trees. Therefore, I got myself a holiday job to pass the time of a three month holiday and to earn a bit of money.

 I have worked at this shoe shop before and retail is not the best or most fun job in the world, but at least it's money.

Most of my co-workers are black and over this period of time that I have known them, they have taught me a lot. They are teaching me Zulu and Tswana, which is a lot of fun, because when I greet the people in their home language they immediately light up and talk to me, which is not so fun ( Because so far, I only know how to greet).

We are also trading food at work. They find my food very interesting. I have eaten chicken feet (which are not bad, it just doesn't have a lot of meat) and many other things I am still learning to pronounce and spell! WATCH THIS SPACE!

They always thought that white and indian people automatically have cancer, because of our immense hairloss (when sweeping the floors, there is a lot of hair lying on the ground).

Another thing they observed is the ring on my middle finger and asked if I was married. To them wearing a ring before marriage is a curse, which means you will never find a husband. And a ring on any finger means you're married or either looking for bad luck.

They are also trying to teach me to dance. Which in my opinion is a lost cause, because I have no rhythm and will never had. It seems that they automatically have the best rhythm!

These guys are making the job worth while and I am never without a smile when they are around.