Yeah baby, YEAH!

I think Austin Powers or at least the creators of Austin Powers had the right idea when they introduced the concept of “mojo” to the world. Much like the craze / phase that Destiny Child created with “Bootilicous”, Austin Powers has done the same. Thank fuck though that the outfits and hair haven’t caught on, can you only imagine how normal unstylish people would turn that into a major fashion faux paus – although reckon we might get some interesting pooches being used as the latest hair accessories which would always make for a good gas.

But I digress… Mojo, oh how I love thee mojo! My mojo officially went missing for a few months – kinda like a prolonged game of hide and seek. It hid, I didn’t have a fucking clue where! Was rather god damn depressing – I mean here I was all tarted up and ready to paint the town with my girls and *BAM* no mojo!!! Now the desperation of this can only be equated to:
1. discovering that your bag has been stolen
2. losing your car keys
3. needing a good shag session and discovering that there is just no suitable meat / potential out that night – highly frustrating I assure you!

As you can imagine this sent me into a sheer state of panic as well! At that stage I think The Parentals where considering taking me for a psyche evaluation, even my brothers were freaked… I mean having a sister ask people if they have seen her mojo kinda conjures up pictures of the crazy old bag lady that use to frighten the living shit out of you as a kid!

In the midst of my missing-mojo depression, I started pondering: is it at all possible to party out your mojo? I mean can you really become such a raging alcoholic tart that your mojo calls a Time Out for a bit of R & R? If so, I really wish the bastard had given me some notice – mmmm, actually I think that’s a fabulous idea, kinda like a tenant giving a landlord notice that the rent will be 2 weeks late… I do, however, completely forbid mine to give me a letter of final notice or even worse a letter of resignation *gasp*

Luckily for me and well my friends and family too, my dearest and most treasured mojo has returned! For this I must thank Cape Town and the men down there – boys you could definitely teach our guys up here a few new tricks for sure! Until my next mojo-recovering trip down to the Cape, all I can say is Yeah baby, YEAH!