This is the kind of question that many bloggers deal with internally. The censorship of who they are and what they have to say. New bloggers will start out being authentic and writing the way they are inspired to write but inevitably, either someone will call them on their swearing OR they will wonder if their words are hurting their brand and preventing them from growing as bloggers. So here’s what I think. If you are writing something and you genuinely feel that swearing enhances what you have to say,
Ugh not again. I can practically hear them saying as they roll their eyes reading this headline. I’m so tired of this race topic. Can’t we just move on already… I mean Apartheid has been over for like a really long time can’t they just let go already and move on. It’s just getting so old… Yup, this kind of dialogue is just too fucking common around here. People are open about it, they don’t even realise that there is an issue. Dove puts out an ad campaign and it’s
When I was about sixteen years old, my cousin died. It was unexpected and it was a huge shock. Everyone was devastated – of course. As anyone would be when a teenage boy tragically and unexpectedly dies. I remember everyone crying a lot. I also remember not crying much. His sister, always my closest family member was broken. I remember being there for her. I remember how in her grief, she would lash out at me. But I do not remember crying. Several years later, my father too, died tragically
Life is exhausting. Honestly it is. It’s one of those things that you can’t avoid, because you know, it’s life. It just is what it is but sometimes, what it is, is freaking hard and leaves you exhausted. Right now, for me, the cause of my exhaustion is my son who had been sick for last few days. My mama heart breaks seeing him struggling and listening to his laboured breathing. We sit up with him in the night and rush off to the doctor when it seems like things
I hear it over and over and over again, that excuse that people make to justify what in my opinion is just laziness… “BUT my child doesn’t like being in his/her car seat” I have heard this literally too many times to mention. One of those oh if I had a Rand for every time someone said this to me I’d be giving the Kardashians a run for their money, moments. Well no, not really because the Rand is so crap at the moment but you get the idea? I
Everyone has stress, it’s just a normal part of life but wouldn’t it be nice if there were ways that you could deal with your stress and be happier on a day-to-day basis? Certain areas of your life are sure to make you feel more unsettled than others. Common contributing areas are finances and dealing with debt, your career or business, your health, your weight, emotional turmoil and family conflict! Here are some ways to be happier when these areas of your life are contributing to that feeling of being
Not all that long ago, I was crumpled over myself in pain telling myself it’s just Braxton Hicks. It had to be, my baby was not due just yet. So there I was running myself a nice bath to help me relax before my obviously much wiser and much more realistic husband dragged me off to the hospital. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Every tiny detail of the traumatic emergency c-section birth that brought my little baby into this world with a bang that moved the earth.
I feel like lately, the only thing I ever feel like writing about is my journey into another country. It’s not because I FEEL like boring you with the ins and outs of what moving entails but it’s because this is literally my entire life. I have a million things to do and they ALL revolve around moving to a new place. Migration is not easy, that’s one thing I know for sure! The weird part is that it feels so much like my real life has just come to
I’ve been binge watching this show recently called “Dear White People.” It’s the kind of show where you mean to watch one episode but suddenly it’s 1am and you JUST HAVE TO WATCH ONE MORE! I’m not going to lie, the last few years I have done my best to try to avoid anything to do with race. I felt overwhelmed by the racism that exists in this country. I became frustrated with the lack of understanding that exists around white privilege with feelings being hurt and people getting defensive
When we decided it was time to leave home, and that migration was the way to go, we jumped into it fully. There was nothing to question – we wanted something else and that meant moving countries. Both of us proud South Africans that have felt the need to let go of home and move to a new place, make a new life. Start something else! So we thought for a while and we looked at our needs and we weighed up the odds – and we made a decision!
There are so many articles that tell you that working for yourself is the dream. In fact, people like Tim Ferris have become extremely successful and built a fortune by selling the dream of giving up the 9 to 5. It’s a lifestyle that people are ready to buy in to. Working for yourself, from the comfort of your living room or even bed means never having to battle traffic, not having to even get out of bed in the morning. But can you still live this dream with anxiety?
When I was growing up, I wasn’t sure if I wanted children. If you asked me, I’d have said “mmm we will see what happens.” I’ve never been overly into kids in the way that some people are. I never thought I’d be good at being a mother either. I was never a natural with children. Just usually quite awkward. Occasionally people would ask me if I want to have children and I’d say “I don’t think so” and they’d say “you’ll change your mind” and “your maternal instinct will
I haven’t felt like writing lately. Truth be told, I haven’t felt like doing much else other than cry. It feels somewhat ridiculous even putting this out there – the fact that I’m crying over the loss of a thing. A thing with no meaning more than memories attached to it. But I’m getting ahead of myself As you may know if you read this blog regularly, we are moving to New Zealand. Well at least that is the hope. So far, there have been steps taken towards that move
This isn’t a post about how important education is, it’s something else instead. It’s a story from my past as much as it’s a story about my present. You see, my incredible husband graduated with a distinction for his Masters research this Friday. And I sat in that room, beaming with pride and even more, completely in awe of the person I watched walk up on to that stage. A few years ago, I met this boy. He was only 21 and I was immediately over the moon and in
If you came here to read about how fun migrating is, you will be severely disappointed. It. Is. Not. Fun! Holy hell, I knew it would be tough but I had no idea about exactly what that would mean. We decided in April this year to move across the world and after doing A LOT of research, including seeing a migration agent, we decided that New Zealand was the absolute right fit for us. It happened to fit a lot of our requirements but a big one was that the