Growing up
I still find it scary

Not too long ago I realised that my bank card is old, it's in a state- swiping has become a 'bitch', if you know what I mean. Now I have to go to a bank, stand in a cue, fill in a form and only then will I get fresh plastic.

About four years ago I was in my mother's care, I was her responsibility. The closest I ever was to indipendence was by doing everything (from university applications to sorting out my bank account) myself.
Even so, I still kept a certified ID copy (hers and mine) in my bag 24/7. Wherever I went and whatever I did, I knew the one document that will get me anything I want was my mothers ID/ID copy.
I had no payslip, no income, no financial history and absolutely not the maturity or experience that comes with being an adult.

I've always said to my friends:"I don't wanna grow up y'all". That was always said in fear of big responsibilities. The thought of having a mortgage, life policies, a house, a car that will need to be maintained, kids, a husband and in-laws to me seems like a life sentence. I mean there just comes a point in life where there is absolutely no turning back, once you reach a certain level you have to stay there or move up (whether mommy has your back or not).

The fun things that come with indipendence are so easy to accept. I go out all night, sleep over at friends' places, consume alchohol and introduce all my friends, male and female to my family without even thinking like I used to back in the day. Maybe it's because I waited for the right time to do all of these things and maybe it's great to be finally able to call my own shots and make my own decisions.

• Getting into a steady relationship
• Seing most of my friends become parents
• Not having to move around with Connie Sedumedi's certified ID copy
• Finally having it within me to stop felling resentment towards my father
• Eating vegetables without going 'nyaaaa'
• Knowing how to step up to someone and introduce myself
• Making a few life changing decisions
• Contraceptives
• Being able to cut frenemies out of my life
• Standing up for myself (personal, professional or gangster)
• Having to submit my CV to a possible employer
• Having someone very cute and innocent ask you if you bought them sweets
• Thinking about marriage and kids
• Having a career
  
  
  Those are just some of the things that just keep on reminding me of how young I'm not getting.I don't know about you but It scares me that I can't play with absolutely no worry in the world, sit back and let my mother do all the thinking for me. I can't chill with a guy and not think : He's got a motive.

Life gets harder and harder with age. I choose to make the best of it but insist on acknowledging how difficult it can be.

Have a blast before you are a parent, enjoy all those little things before you have someone looking up to you and remember that someday, it might not be as easy as it is now or once was.
Let me know how growing up has affected you.

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Slut or Mover

Does knowing how to move on the dance floor work against me?!!

About a month ago Henry and I went to a party, PRO KID's video shoot and the launch of the new spirit cooler from Smirnoff (Storm) to be exact, Henry was getting ready to go to Hungary that night, he hadn't planned on staying. The atmosphere changed all of that in a second, 'Brother-Man' got jiggy with me.

It was a great night, good music (DJ WAXXY off the hook), good company (Henry for sure) and good booze (the hangover was the pitts). It was everyone else around us who was so not doing it for Xolani and I. People trying to be seen by others, celebrity wannabes and arrogant people who happen to be in the business of entertaining (they always seem to forget who they entertain though).

After two hours of serious ass shaking, Henry and I suddenly took notice of how we were the only ones sweating, everyone else was doing the 'I'm too cool to sweat' thing or fixing their eyes on us.

I decided- F*#@ Them, I'm gonna make every single one of them dance. Of course I know my story- I had guys showing off their skills.

Then something got a serious hold of my mind, all these guys were actually thinking that they'd scored as they smiled and danced with me. Licking and biting their lips, coming closer and whispering sour nothings into my christian ear.

Someone started brushing their ashy hands against my exclusive booty while in the corner stood a guy I've seen in a coupla adverts winking the night away, now that got me worried.

This kind of behavior from guys never bothers me. I know myself well enough, I know my alchohol limit and I'm way too intelligent to be faceless ass for these arrogant guys. It is only when they start thinking a sexual relationship is signed and sealed only because I danced with them that I get bothered.

M'rapper kept on saying: Wena, if I didn't have a girlfriend I'd be taking you home with me. Here am I looking at this dude thinking: What a compliment bra, at my age- I look like a young thing that can be taken home by you. My response to him?! If I didn't have a man, I would so go home with you, you fuck(silent).

It happens to me all the time, everywhere. I sit down and shut up, no one is bold enough to make some conversation with a sister, I stand up and dance- everyone sees nothing but booty. It doesn't matter what I'm wearing or who I'm with.

To all the brothers who love to have a good time on the dance floor(no bullshit)- Much respect. To all those who think a woman who is free to express herself and have fun while displaying her dance moves is a gashu- Get lost. You belong in the next generation.

I am a woman, a decent one. Self respect tops all my lists. I'm a free spirit, I love to move my ass on the dance floor and I know how to do it- If that to you means 'sex with no strings attached' you are clearly not on my level.

Dancing is just that, dancing- no matter what the motives of the dancer are. Look, appreciate, join-in and loose your mind if you have to, just don't make an ernegetic and fun-loving sister feel cheap for dancing. Sisters, please don't give the wrong impressions to the brothers on these dance floors, if you have to seduce anyone, be bold enough and do just that. Do not twist the rules of honest dancing. I know it can look or feel sexy but it was meant for pure fun.

No beef, just serious concern y'all.

me

HENRY

Simply the meaning of 'True Friend'.

In my 22 years of living I have had a million-and-one friends, maybe a billion or maybe I'm just exaggerating. The point here is I've had enough friends to know what a good friend is and what a 'for a lack of a better word' destructive friend is.

Maybe I'm just naive but I've had almost all kinds of friends.

• Ones who just want to use you
• Ones who just want to abuse you
• Ones who just want to screw you
• Ones who just want to diss you
• Ones who just want to show how good they are at something
• Ones who are clever, intelligent and informed
• Ones who are not so clever (only gray matter between the ears)
• Ones who are two faced
• Ones who are nothing less than interesting individuals
• Slow and Boring ones
• Cheering and lively ones
• Sweet ones
• Rude and bitter ones
• Congenial ones
• Jealouse ones
• Ones who had my back
• Ones who hide so much behind a smile
• Kind ones
• Cruel ones

The list is endless, My friendships never workout. Fights, we are never on the same page, I give too much while people just take, take and take. Another endless list.

My name- Itumeleng, means Rejoice (to more than one person), not too long ago I realised through a conversation with an aquantance (Abueng) that Leina ke seromo (You are your name). I mean half the time I'm trying to make sure that those around me are rejoicing, even if it means I can not be welll. Maybe a good thing, maybe a very bad one- Who cares.

Right now I have about 4-5 people I can call friends. They are friends because they are good to me, know my family, know me well enough, I can depend on them and vice versa, We call each other, I smile everytime I think about them, I can honestly tell them the honest truth (good or bad) and know that I wont loose them, We depend on each other for emotional support and they know how to cheer me up. Keneilwe, Lavinia, Thato(Dibono), Nicci and Lungile.

I also have friends who aprreciate my sense of humour, love my company, keep in touch, tell me about their love and sex lives and would protect me without even thinking twice about it- Motshidisi, Mandisa, Thuli, Clayson, Niko, Andie (yeah, the dude who presents ONE), and Cornel. Some of them I became friends with because they were close to someone close to me.

Then I have friends who I can safely say are a "out of sight out of mind" kind of thing, the kind of friendships I have with this group of friends is contact driven, when we are on a call and e-mail spree we are really good friends. When there is no contact -there's no friendship. If I spend a month without seeing them or hearing from them I know that they are certainly not thinking about me. Emelda, Noleen, Mahlodi, Mokgadi, Sikie, Sibahle, S'mangele and many others.

Another group of friends I have in my life are those who I can't be too sure about. Still new, could last, very special but I could be excited about nothing. I like the pace and the atmosphere but until I'm sure who they really are I'll leave it at this, Monx, Tiro, Abueng and others.

Tsala ya me ya botlhokwa- My very important friend

His name is Henry 'Xolani'. He is 34 years old. He is fun, FREE, has a sense of humour, very honest, well travelled, informed, intelligent, very social, 'stupid', open minded, trustworthy, sensitive (good sensitive), loyal, genuine, unique (hayo ya tshwanang le yena), friendly and curious.

He is a movie fanatic, loves reading and is fascinated by the world. I miss him, terribly, as I sit here typing the morning away he is in Hungary- to support one of his friends who's recently lost his father. See how nice he is, people don't even go to the next city to give their support to friends and yet Xolani travels half way through the world to do that.

He is an American (Half white, half chinese) who came to South Africa to share his time, knowledge, experience and being with others. A Peace Corp Initiative landed him in the country and everything else kept him here (including the women). He has been here for years and like he says, has no plans of going back to Texas.

He fits in perfectly, actually he belongs here. He speaks Zulu (better than my mom and every white, indian and coloured person in the country), mumbles a few setswana words and wa jaiva (dances well). He loves South African women- don't even get me started, I could write two, thick books about that.

The reasons why Henry is number one on my list:

• He tells it like it is
• He has my back (morning, day or night)
• I can go anywhere with him, I know I'm fine
• I trust him
• We are always in touch
• We talk about any and every thing
• I learn a lot from him
• He is loyal
• Never keeps me in the dark about a thing
• Keeps me updated on what's happening in his life
• He never, (I mean never) looks down on others
• He's helpful
• I miss him when he's not around
• Out of sight = on my mind
• We like the same movies
• He's not scared to ask for help
• If he can't, he says exactly that
• Even though he is friends with my ex-boyfriend- he can separate the two when he has to
• Never takes sides
• Anyone would have to be insane to have beef with this guy (excluding Lavinia)
• He is a brother to me.

I met Henry in October of 2004, at our (2nd year journalism) end year dinner. He was Lavinia's date. Then he was just a guy who's gray, with my friend and very american. Never thought I'd see him again, Now- we practically stay together.

Here are some articles/entries he's written on his blog.

http://x0lani.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-post-is-gonna-suck.html

http://x0lani.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-in-time-of-meningitis.html

I'll leave it at that. I wish you all a Henry in your lives.

Mobile Sermons

I am what I like to call a ‘free spirit’. I do believe in God and even though I do not really know what the inside of a church looks like, I believe he is my creator. I come from a family that is made up of artists, (visual and theatrical arts, nothing to do with music). Religion is not on our list of priorities and gospel music is something we are not crazy about.

Being the free spirit that I am, I do use the F- word, I would say often enough. I also hang-out with anyone and everyone- no specifics, no fusses. I live by my own rules and expect no-one else to follow them. I am the way I am largely because I choose to.

I am an intern for the national broadcaster’s TV news division and I go out on stories with journalists and camera operators on a daily basis. The nice thing about it is, I can be myself and I need not compromise a thing, although about a month ago I realised that, every now and then I might have to step out of my comfort zone, forget about being myself a little and go through the pain of not only compromising my behaviour but also listen to a sermon every once a week.
What only started out as a conversation about explicit language between a cameraman and I turned out to be a torturing sermon and believe it or not it was followed by many others. If that does not sound bad to you, imagine someone trying to educate you about, entertain you through and socialise about something you know you want nothing to do with.

Every time I see Nkosi Forise* I know it is ‘Church Time’ and I have no way out. The thing about staunched Christians is, they want everyone to see the ‘light’ and ‘accept’ JESUS into

lives. I do not have a problem with any religion or its followers, what I have a problem with is people trying to recruit or ‘save’ others. Christians also have a way of making you feel obliged to listen to them. They make you feel guilty before they start preaching. I am convinced that somewhere in the bible Propaganda/ ‘How to master guilt trips’ is a lesson they love better than the rest.

Every person I know who is according to my knowledge a born again Christian has lived his/her life to the fullest. They have sinned, partied and made their ungodly mistakes. They were brought to Christianity by regret and in some cases, shame.

I love my life just the way it is, the only thing I hate about myself right now is the fact that I don’t have the guts to tell Nkosi Forise* exactly how I feel about his weekly sermons. I would love to be able to tell him that I don’t see myself being born again now or ever, the courage to say all this and not feel guilty about a damn thing. I respect the man a lot; I think I respect him more ever since he told me of how he used to be an adulterer and an alcoholic. I believe motivation is a different thing to all of us, some people find it in religion and some find it in self help (written) material, I find it in learning from mistakes and knowing that any problem I encounter could be a lot worse.

I have learned to block his words out of my mind. While I put on a big smile and let the man think he is succeeding in saving my soul, I start thinking about the next gathering I with my friends, a possible story or sex for that matter. Christianity is the last thing on my mind, I am truly happy that it serves a very good purpose to some lives and that some people find it a lot more useful than I ever will, I just don’t think they should be telling me what I’ve heard from a lot of people who wasted their time on me.

Maybe we should all be allowed to make our mistakes and sin until there is no more sinning for us to do, maybe then we will be able to see the light. People should just stop taking sermons to people who are trying to avoid them.

CHANGE

The one thing that is told best by pictures

Most of the people in my life are not so scared of change, and that, I think- puts me in an arguably safe place.

When you are in a world that is not so scared of change, you are either very open to change or not so scared of making differences in your life.

To all my friend and my family- Thank you for not fearing the unknown, thorough your courage I've grown a bit of my own. Thank you for opening up to me, it was the only way I would know how refreshing change can be.

People meet, they fall in-love, hook-up and then break up only to continue as if they've never met. For me, this year was full of nothing more than Break-ups. Different people, different reasons. It is scary when you have at some stage in your life, looked at a pair of friends (dating) and you know deep down in your heart that they will one day get married to each other. And then, He- Banna, they are not even friends anymore.

Here are some of the people who heve ditched long term relationships and their reasons.

Lavinia and Henry- Just when we all thought, these two are meant to be. There is this on Lavinia's blog.

"The Lavinia and Henry show has been cancelled

It just had to happen didn't it? And its all good.Henry and I are broken up. He says he needs time to think about things, which is fair because a lot of things between us were hurtling too far and too fast. Issues of marriage, kids, our future and trust were all coming up very often and we could not find really much common ground. Where we did it was tenuous.

The 13 year age difference, work stress on his part, my focus on my own job and career, the way he ended things with his ex and a whole lot of other issues have contributed to this. I guess in a way I was in denial, but I wrote him a tear-stained letter on Friday explaining my insecurities about our relationship, how I'd felt hurt by some of the things we had done to each other and I told him it might be better if we ended up with other people....................................."

Followed by this on Henry's blog

"Factum est

It's done... I'm not sure what's been done. But I did it.I broke up with Lavinia last night.I'm not even sure entirely why, because I think I love her. This will take some explanation.

First, I really don't even have anything bad to say about her. Lavinia is intelligent, pretty, and destined for success. The perfect girl, right? After meeting her, one of Shoni's friends told me "If you ever lose her, I will kill you. I will find you and kill you!" Hopefully, he doesn't read my blog.

I spoke to my friend Rich after breaking up with her last night. His first comment was "You're kidding, right? Oh shit. Man, why didn't you call me before you did it!?" He said this like I was an idiot and he could have talked some sense into me if I'd just given him a chance. Though after explaining myself, he seemed to agree that I did the right thing considering how confused I was......................................................."

Keneilwe and Reggie- Everyone saw this one coming. Keneilwe used to spend so much time with Kaix or talking about Kaix. I always knew that she was happier having a conversation for 5 hours with Kaix in his car, than she was visiting Reggie for a weekend. The break-up was not based on Keneilwe's dealing with Kaix, Reggie was too far, too distant, maybe too underving of her, too --------. Don't get me wrong here, they had a banging relationship, which is why it lasted for so many years and their break-up came as a shock. Keneilwe is with Kaix and to be frank with you, I couldn't be happier for her. They are so inlove.

Nicci and Cornel - One of those cases where one just needs to say, "Only GOD knows".

They were together for six years. No problems, no fights according to what I know. All of a sudden, my coloured friends are apart.

To be continued...............................

WOMAN
The 'hard' of Hardcore.

They say her place is in the kitchen, some believe she should be seen and not heard.

For many years the woman has been playing “the fool”, a special role in the movie called LIFE. She is not bad at it. Actually she has been too good at it. The man (leading characters) loves working with her. She is simple, gives in easily, does whatever he says and follows his lead- no matter what.

I look back at how things used to work in my family when I was still very young, my father would disappear for days, get my mother into trouble (don’t ask) and give us nothing but false hope. He promised me the world, literally and never delivered. I know of no other person who can wait as patiently as my father’s children can. My mother would run, with four kids and absolutely nowhere to go, she would be on her way. The point- to get away from trouble maker she had for a husband. She would all by herself work something out and just when everyone got a hold of ‘a piece of mind’, she would invite my father back into our lives.

Because my mother never put her feelings before my father, (I know it sound ambiguous and I mean it in both ways), things turned out the way they did, every time I see a bit of my father in a man- I run. My sisters and I find it hard to believe a man who makes a promise and every time a promise is kept we find it hard to believe. All because we were exposed to a promise breaking, lying and selfish party animal for a father.

About two weeks ago I took a life changing decision, I decided to stop being so bitter towards my jobless, down and out father. I realised what a burden anger and bitterness can be. I used to blame him for the way my life turned out (every aspect) and wanted nothing to do with him. I realise what the saying ‘What goes around comes around’ really means. My father would do anything to do right by his family, too late. His family is doing fine without him.

I know a lot of women who are waiting for their boyfriends/husbands/partners/lovers to change their ways habits and in some situations the number of women they date. I am convinced that patience was designed for women. Women will be patient with a man that assaults them, they will be patient with a man who drinks his brains out while his children are at home with empty stomachs, women have the patience for polygamists, women will wait patiently for a man to commit when commitment features nowhere near his intentions or vocabulary for that matter. Women are too kind with their hearts- they give them to heartbreakers without even thinking about what it takes to mend them.

Men and women are from two different worlds, that does not mean you should settle for less and let a man walk all over you. There are good men out there, they are not perfect but they are worth a real woman’s time.

I will give you a few hints of my own on how to know whether it’s time to run or stay.

Are you comfortable around him?
Can you be your self around him?
STAY

Does he pay attention to you and what is happening in your life?
STAY

Does he put his friend, partying, alcohol or fun before you?
RUN

Does he get vulgar or violent with you?
RUN

Does he have respect for your family and friends?
STAY

Can you have him and your loved ones in the same room without anything breaking?
STAY

Are there other women in his life (besides his family) that make you uncomfortable and he claims he can not do anything to help the situation?
RUN

Has he been in and out of prison a number of times?
RUN (even if he claims he did not do it)

Does he speak to his mother like he is addressing a kid or maybe one of his dumb friends or cheap girlfriends?
RUN

Do people speak badly about him?
INVESTIGATE.

Does he give you compliments and notice changes when you have made some?
STAY

If the right man does not come along, spend your life nurturing the one person you will have to spend forever with- YOU. Do not let one guy make all men look the same. Men only do what you let them get away with, let them get away with making you feel like a queen, it is all up to you.

“No man is worth your tears, the one who is – will never make you cry”
- Anonymous.



There’s more where that came from but I will leave it here. All you need to remember is-

Love yourself.
Put yourself first.
Don’t stay if you are not happy.
Love does not hurt.
You should raise your children in an environment you would want them to portray.
Self confidence is not for the elite- you build it by yourself.
You choose your own love-life.

Brothers- Nothing Personal. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment. IS.

Hip-Hop

The first time I paid attention to it, I didn't even understand it much. The art and depth that this music genre posseses was not visible (nevermind audible) to me. It was more about WHO is spitting the Rhymes and the beat than it was about the rhymes.

2PAC, Biggy Smallz and Busta Rhymes used to get my attention only because they were all over the show. They were on TV half the time, everyone I know bumped their tracks on a daily basis and they swore like there's no tommorow. As soon as Bitch, Ho's, gangster, dick and etc became normal (second nature) words to me I was able to pay attention to the flow. The first hip-hop track that had meaning for me is: Keep on keeping on- MC Lyte feat. Escape (whatever happened to them?!).

A friend of mine who was born a hip-hip fanatic wrote out the lyrics to that track for me, she also taught me a few hip-hop/american slang (words) and introduced me to 'weed', yeah I said 'weed'. Ever since those days hip-hop has been more or less part of my life.

I became hip-hop and hip-hop became me when I discovered South African hip-hop through Skwatta Kamp. I thought: "these boys are ill" from the very first time I heard them (rau rau), I fell inlove with how realistic they are and I could relate to almost everything they were rapping about- Poverty, the hood, teenage pregnancy, sex, drugs and alchohol South African style.

Hip Hop Pantsula is one of my favourites, I like the fact that he is got no time for disses or beef and yet he still manages to get us hooked to his flow. Last festive season I was a joke to my older sister Nina because I was so obsessed with 'Tswaka' (the word means MIX) one of HHP's singles on his latest albumn 'Omang Reloaded'. I would literally turn into a groupie everytime I heard that track, I would smile until all my facial muscles started aching.

Hip-Hop became an obsessiong for me when PROkid graced the Local Hip-Hop scene, this 24 year old, SOWETO hip-hop veteran as he calls himself changed South African Hip-Hop for the Best if not greatest. He is the definition of Ill, I can not get over his skillz and I suspect a lot of hip-hop heads are suffering from the same fever I've had since the release of 'Heads and tales'.

PRO is on point, he tells it like it is and unlike Skwatta Kamp's Flabba he is not too vulgar. He raps about reality- PERIOD. No beating about the bush, no sugar coating and interestingly- no fairy tales.

He is the realest MC and believe me when I say, you don't want to make a fool of yourself by attempting to take on this CAT on the battle floor.

He's put every South African MC in their place including his rival M'rapper ProVerb. The beef between the two came about when one of them (I don't know which one) decided he is not down with sharing 'PRO'. It turned into an unnecesarry constant battle, leaving Hip-Hop headz getting a dose of unbelievable punchlines.

The score was settled at the Rand Easter Show. An unexpected battle between the two materialised. I was not there (unfortunately) but those who witnessed it put it this way: 'ProVerb' lost his dignity, punchlines and shine that day to PROkid.

I work for a TV current affairs show called Weekend Live, I put together inserts. It is an Arts and Culture show and my dream come true. A new week means a new story and sometimes maybe two. I learn something new everyday and get to meet very interesting people. I will never forget the day I was assigned to do a story on South African Hip-Hop. It is by far the story I enjoyed doing more than all the others. I got to interview Lee Kasumba- (Yfm- Harambe), she holds very interesting views about HipHop and she is one of the most intelligent/articulate women I've met in my time. I also got to meet PROkid (the lyrical genious) and I have never trembled more. He is streetwise, charming and real. It was such a wonderful expirence to get to share my thoughts with someone so thrilling. I have respect for him and hope he'll hold it down until 2PAC makes it back from ' you know where' because for me- that's as real as it gets.

"Eintlek Fuck backstabbing, mina ngizo ku gwaza nine, nine"

- PROkid (Ungapheli Umoya)

My TOP 10 South African Hip-Hop tracks (at the moment)

1. PROkid- Wozobona
2. HHP- Harambe
3. Hidden force- Tsokotsa
4. Skwatta Kamp- The Clap song
5. Morafe- The whole thang
6. H2O- It's Wonderful
7. PROkid- SOWETO
8. SK- Uhamba no bani?
9. Zulu Mobb- Comfort me
10. Twistyle- Lovey Dovey

right now me is listeng to MORAFE.

Tumi becomes a BLOGGER

When I first heard about blogs, bloggers and blogging I was in P. Diddy's class. P. Diddy (real name Pedro Diederichs) is our Basic Editing lecturer, the H.O.D of TUT's journalism department. The topic was about news on the net and I'm not going to get into all that because the point I'm trying to make is: When I first heard the word(s) I found it very funny and I told my best friend/classmate and 'sister' Lavinia this. What was making me laugh even more was what was going through my mind, I was thinking about what the word was about to become (Lavinia and I are too good at twisting words).

From that day on, everytime we found something funny, confusing of just plain tripping in P. Diddy's class we would call it a 'blogger'- little did I know that a year later I would become exactly that, A Blogger. Funny hey?!

Lavinia has been doing this for over a year and I've always checked out her blogs. Don't tell her but, I've always thought : "This girl has way too much time, I'd have to get paid to dedicate my time to something this demanding". Guess what?! All it took for me to get started was one of her entries, it was about our friendship and how much she and I know about each other. That was three days ago, today I'm spending time trying to put this blog together and am not even getting paid for it- I guees- things do change.

I'm hoping my life is/ will be interesting enough for you to visit my blog as often as possible.
I have a lot of crazy people in my life, I'll tell you about some of the things they get up to and more importantly I'll let you know everything there is to know about moi.

My name is Itumeleng Sedumedi, someone calls me Moontz, someone else calls me Gamine and a lot of people call me Matumza- You can call me anything as long as it ain't a four letter word or anything that implies that I'm stupid.

Leave a WELCOME entry and help a sister believe she is worth your time and words.

Later.

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