Real Time: Monday, 21st January 2019.

I went passed my brothers crib earlier today (Monday, 21st January) and I was so delighted to see my Nephew, I hadn’t seen him in 6 weeks, just before they left Johannesburg to go drop him in Mahikeng (for the festive season) by his grandparents house, my Sis in law’s side.


My biggest fear is my nephew forgetting who I am, forgetting “Aunty”. I try by all means to visit him as often as I can. I never miss a chance to go pick him up at kindergarten whenever my brother asks me to. I guess It’s time I let go of that fear because when he sees me he shouts “Aunty”, he knows me! My heart melts like Lancewood sour-cream and chives dip spread on a Provita biscuit each time I see him smile at me 

After losing my little brother at the tender age of 8 years, I think I became obsessed with “boys”. Ask any of my friends, each time the topic of children arises, I always express sentimentality on how I want a son the day I decide to be a mother. I grew up with an older brother as well so I’ve always been around boys so to say.

When the family found out about my Sister in law’s pregnancy, I can vouch that the maturity literally was praying for a baby boy. I used to refer to him as “him” before the sex was revealed. The day my Sis in law confirmed that it shall be a boy, I kneeled down where I was and thanked God, yes I went down, kneeled and thanked God. Shed a tear or two while on my knees. I was so ecstatic, to say the least.

I remember the day he burned his face, neck and upper body with hot tea (apparently the hot tea was left unattended on the kitchen sink by the helper, that is the story we were told), the family went through an excruciating emotional ordeal. Every time I thought of what he went through caused so much pain in my heart. It was unbearable. After he got discharged, I went to my brother’s house to visit him. I opened the door to find him playing. He walked towards me and without thinking, I turned around with my hands on face and quickly turned back to go pick him up.

His burned skin on the face was still peeling off & looking rather bad and nothing like him but, at the time I didn’t know, I thought that’s how he would look for the rest of his life. I sent a few pictures to my Doctor friend and he advised that the lil’ man’s face will go back to normal and that only the burns on his neck and upper body might leave visible scars. Indeed it happened exactly, his face is completely healed and just has a scar on his left arm and on his neck. I’m just thankful that he’s a boy and won’t have that many issues living with the burned/scarred neck. You know how self-conscious females are with their looks.

I love my nephew so much, there are days when I think about him my heart beats so fast and feels like it’s about to jump out my body, creepy right? That’s just how that lil’ man makes me feel. I once asked him to pass Aunty the remote control (I was comfortably lying on the couch) as it was by my feet and close by to him, his head tilted back to look at me, then looked at the remote control and without any care in the world, he said “Nope” and continued with his business. Shocked and furious does not even start to articulate or describe how I was feeling. I could not believe it, I was fuming! I think I only laughed about it later on and I continue to laugh about it till today. He’ll be 3 years old in April, growing up to be such a smart and a big boy with such a bold personality!

Family is everything man. Remain consistent in showing appreciation and gratitude to your loved ones. Pray for them, daily. I’ve lost a whole lot of loved ones and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. It is what it is.

“You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.” Desmond Tutu.

Boitumelo "Salad" Ikaneng

Boitumelo’s purpose is to encourage daily self empowerment and consciousness based on & through her true life events. Authenticity represents freedom. I read, write & advocate a healthy & fitness lifestyle. For me, writing is a form of spiritual act. I thoroughly & genuinely enjoy writing about my real life Episodes to connect with the souls that are “lost” and trying to find a way of becoming. I am a recovering addict and would like to help cure idling. Let’s find the remedy together through COMMITMENT, CONSISTENCY,PERSISTENCE & PERSEVERANCE. I am a story teller of my own life and, I will throw in and sprinkle some motivational personal experiences…. & Every Little Thing. “People are much more alike than they are different.” David J Schwartz Follow my journey to a never ending story…

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