Life isn’t anything like it was. A year ago around this time, I was just getting out of hospital. A year ago at this time, I was just starting my journey as a mom. A year ago at this time, I lost my grandfather, four months before losing my grandmother. They both died while I was in hospital having one surgery or another. A year ago. Feels ridiculous to say a year ago when it feels like yesterday. And in this time, so much has happened and I’ve changed and

You hear all this talk about transformation, changing institutions, industries, social structures the very fabric of society. You hear talk of cultural practices not being respected, being ignored and oppressed. This oppression is called racism, and maintaining the status quo is racist. Keeping things as is, is racist. “But I’m not racist” But I’m not racist! I don’t have anything against them! The colour of someone’s skin has nothing to do with how I treat them! But why must we change all of these things? What will happen to MY

I’ve been having a hard time with this lately. Well not lately but more just this week. In a power struggle of some sort, things were said about me behind my back by someone in a professional setting. This person tried to create a wedge between me and another person to get their own way and their tactic was to question my integrity and lie about something I’d done. I was devastated at first. I couldn’t believe someone could be so ugly about me. I’ve never done anything to them

#Sponsored Content – All views are my honest opinion! I remember when I first moved to Cape Town, going away for the weekend. I remember having to slow down at what I thought was a roadblock, except it wasn’t. It had been a car accident. In the middle of the road, a BMW was lying on its side. I still remember driving towards it, the roof was facing us and it was right across the middle of the road. There was glass everywhere. We had to squeeze past this car

I watched a movie recently, it was called Hector and the search for happiness. It’s a movie about a guy who goes off in search of what makes people happy. He’s a psychiatrist and he calls his journey “research” but the truth is, he’s out there looking for his own version of happy. It made me think about the meaning of happiness. How do you describe happiness? I guess, in essence, happiness is a feeling and not really something that can be described all that well. What makes one person

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