I had planned to write about something else today, but life has a funny way of creeping up on you and completely changing everything. I was recently added on Facebook by a man I don’t know personally but who is a friend of a friend. It always starts like that doesn’t it. Anyhow I accepted his request on account of our mutual friend being someone whose opinion I value and respect. Today my “new friend” posted something racist and stereotypical and when called on his bigoted opinion he updated his
So I was thinking about the things I do and the places I go to when I’m having a lousy day and what helps me to get out of the funk. Over the course of my lifetime this has meant different things some of them are too ridiculous to help anyone on an average day but others you might find useful if you ever find yourself stuck in a rut and need some sort of inspiration. Travel. See I warned you that this might be a bit ridiculous. There
I’ve been putting off writing this post for a few days now. I don’t know why but it seems so pretentious to write but at the same time I just have this burning need to get it out of me. I think it’s weird how you just have these ideas in your head that need to get out. Like if they stay trapped inside you might explode. It’s not often that I feel like that, usually I just write what I feel and that’s that but this time it was
I think sometimes we take for granted that we only have a short time on this earth. Some of us, if we’re lucky will live to experience more of the world than others. Most likely, even then, we will take for granted what that means. Not everyone gets to leave the country they were born in, to fly to faraway places and experience the things that those lands have to offer. Some of us, might even find that those places appeal to us more than the land in which we were
Disclaimer: Due to the nature of this post it may be offensive to some. Please note that my intention is not to offend anyone nor is it my intention to cause discomfort. My blog posts are based on my personal experiences and death and religion are two topics that have had a profound impact on my life. There are times in your life that really define you. Moments that can clearly be described as before and after moments. Before I learned to walk, after my parents got divorced, before I
You’re raised to push yourself. Always harder than the last time. Failure is not an option. It’s either win or nothing, we don’t lose. Yeah it’s a tough road when you grow up being taught that you’re not allowed to fail. Isn’t that how most of us are raised? You’re not allowed to make mistakes. You have to watch every move you make, you have to win win win. Always win. In the end, you don’t even try the things you know you wont succeed at because there is no
When you’re lying awake at night, and the sound of silence fills your room, what do you think about? Do you wish you could be thinner? Do you imagine yourself richer, happier, more successful? We all have those moments. Weakness, when we allow ourselves, just for a second, to let our guard down. To accept that somewhere beneath the facade is a dream. A longing. A desire.
In this previous post I wrote about my decision to not study law immediately after school but the story goes on. During my battle to get into law school I found myself studying Social Anthropology, Politics, and Diversity Studies. I only studied Diversity if I’m honest because my father bribed me with an all expenses paid gap year of travelling if I completed at least one Post-grad degree. And let’s be honest here, who in their right mind would pass up that offer? Sadly, my father died unexpectedly during that year but
As the end of the first month of a new year arrives and the second month begins, I thought it fitting to look back at last year, a time all but forgotten and we swiftly move ahead into 2015. Over the course of last year, which began as a terrible year for me and ended with me beginning the journey of self discovery and self-love and wonder, what have I really learnt from 2014 that I can carry with me during 2015 and help me to live my life more fully. Lessons
I have always loved writing. When I was a teenager the act of writing gave me solace from the angst that was my world. Late at night when everyone was asleep, I would open up one of my notebooks and pour my heart out. If I had nothing to write about I would listen to the radio and find my inspiration in the songs that came on. A word, a verse, an idea, all led to sentences streaming across the page. I would stay awake till long after 3am, surrounded
I am always fascinated by personality test results. usually the results are amusing. I took a test today however, after stumbling across the link in an article I was reading and I was quite impressed with the accuracy of the results. I’m quite introverted generally and I always erroneously thought that introverted and shy were one and the same thing so for the longest time I described myself as shy. I am far from shy but I am definitely an introvert and need time alone to recover from social situations.
This is a story about the time my life was flipped completely upside down by a movie but starting at the end seems silly, so let me start where good writers start, at the beginning. When I was an undergrad student, I was 19 and alone in a new country for the first time. I had an awesome life. I stayed out late partying, had tonnes of friends, put in the bare minimum for my education and passed all my classes anyway. I loved my life. My favourite club was
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.” “I don’t much care where –” “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.” Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland There are moments that mark your life. Some of them good, some of them bad. Some of them neutral but they change you without even intending to. Everything becomes before or after. Those moments, though you don’t see them coming, have the power to change the
Little girls play dress up. They find their mommy’s shoes and clothes and adorn themselves in jewellery fit for princesses. When I was a little girl, I played law firm. My cousins, the trusty playmates that they were always went along with the games but never without whining a little about why we can’t just play house. In spite of that, they let me have my way, which to be fair was probably because I was the eldest and I usually got my way. The playhouse was turned into the
I love travelling! I think I was born with my passport in my hand and my bags packed. By the time I was 11 years old I had been to Europe 8 times. I had been lucky enough to come into the world as a part of a family who believed in exploring. Although we originally came from Swaziland, my fathers sisters had moved to various countries in Europe, so growing up, I got to visit them. While other children spent their Christmas holidays at home, I was exploring Rome