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This is a tough one for me to write. I feel like I’m putting myself out there a little too much but let’s be honest, after reading about how I pooped through a hole in my tummy into a bag nothing is gonna shock you, so here goes. Over the course of the last year, I’ve put on 10 kgs. I weigh more than I ever have. I hate my body and I hate the way it makes me feel. I know it’s not the worst body and I know

It was stolen from right outside our house just before Christmas! The holiday season is such an amazing time of year don’t you think? Everyone is relaxed and having a great time and eating so much amazing food. The last thing anyone thinks of is something bad happening. Like your car being stolen from right outside your gate just days before Christmas! You never think this kind of thing will happen to you. It’s always the kind of thing that happens to someone you know. Until it does happen to you.

When dreams change A few years ago, if you’d asked me where I saw myself in 5 years time, I’d have told you running an NGO dedicated to empowering women to find work and get employed or start their own businesses. I had no idea that my life would take a different turn. Sometimes you just have to follow your heart and see where you end up. Helping women has always been my calling – it just seems to have manifested itself in a different way throughout my life. A few years before that,

I see a lot of women saying things like “oh I’m not an expert” or “but I don’t know enough” when talking about their value or their self-worth. I know so many successful and intelligent women who say the same thing over and over again. They don’t see their value, they don’t see themselves as capable or even able. They doubt themselves and their abilities to get things done. I don’t think men are as quick to put themselves down as women. I think that comes from generations of men

SO depression is no joke. Everything in the world is wonderful but for some reason, there you are, sitting around crying. FOR. NO. GOOD. REASON. I have no idea what the actual fuck is going on in my mind this week. Work wise, everything was going SO well, my blog is going exactly how I want it to, I finally have a sense of direction and purpose and know what I want out of this blog, I’ve even created a The Empowered Woman Programme  that I want to offer individuals and

So much of my life has been an emotional struggle. A struggle between what I wanted to do and what I thought I should do. I just didn’t think it was okay to be myself. To do what I wanted to do. Trying to be yourself isn’t the easiest road to travel even though it should be. I was so afraid of failing. I was so afraid of disappointing everyone around me. Something tells me that if you’re reading this, you know how it feels. You know how it feels to

On the weekend we went out to a family friendly restaurant specifically so my son who is now 14 months old could play with some other kids. After our meal, I took him into the play area. He was walking around singing to himself as he usually does when he decided to pick up some little plastic balls from the ball pit. So there he was, walking around holding two balls, one in each hand, still singing when some little asshole of a child (probably around age 3 or 4)

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” – Nelson Mandela This is a quote that I find myself repeating over and over again to myself throughout my life. It seems to have settled in my head as some sort of mantra. Life can be so terrifying. You come up with an idea and it’s amazing. You write it down and you mind map and plan.

So many of us spend our days coasting along through life just passing time from one day to the next. We go to jobs that pay us because we need the money, we see people we don’t really like but we’ve known a long time and we plod from one moment to the next because that’s what is required. What if I told you there was a better way to live? What if I told you that a fulfilled life involved making the decision to be present in your life.

Almost one in five children in South Africa start school every single day without having had any breakfast. “A hungry child struggles to follow what is going on in the classroom,” explained Soweto Grade 2 teacher Khuziwe Shiba, who teaches at Ikwezi Primary School in Mofolo North, a school that will benefit from the Breakfast for Better Days initiative. “The kids who have breakfast come to school bubbly, loving, smiling and active, and look forward to the day ahead. The ones that don’t have breakfast are gloomy, tired, passive and

I think one of the greatest challenges we face in the world today is being afraid to embrace what makes us awesome. The truth is, we have a serious fear of rejection and failure. The truth is, we will do so many things in our lives that we aren’t good at and we will no doubt fail doing those things. That’s just part of life. We will fail, we will be rejected and we will be told we aren’t good enough. What matters is that every time we fall down, we

As women, we are expected to be a certain way and do certain things. Anything outside of that is improper. We need to suck it up and accept that this is how it has “always been” as if that’s some excuse for letting it continue in the same way for all eternity still. You must act like a lady and dress like a lady. You must be the ideal woman. As if there is such a thing. We are expected to be  neat clean polite thin beautiful grateful attentive thankful

By Mervyn Dziva The older I get the more I hear that “being an adult is hard”, to which I’m often tempted to reply “You know what’s hard? Having to develop tactics to stop myself from having to check that the door is locked. At 3am in the morning. For the tenth time. In someone else’s house. That’s hard!” Of course I don’t say that, being considerate of other’s struggles is part of being an adult. I usually commiserate since I mostly agree that growing up is hard. These are

The first time I told my family I was seeing a therapist, a certain person told me that I must not speak about it in public because I won’t get a job if people know that I have “mental problems”. At the time, I was seeing a therapist to help me cope with the death of my father. After that comment that I shouldn’t tell anyone, I walked away feeling shame, thinking seeing her was something I shouldn’t talk about, that somehow I was weaker because of it. I went

My son has been a pretty decent sleeper from the start. I know I’m lucky. “They” all tell you to get all the rest you can now because you’re never going to sleep again but the truth for us, was that Oden started to mostly sleep through the night at 3 months old. Yes, we know exactly how lucky we were. BUT then that changed and he’d randomly wake up and play for 3 hours in the middle of some nights. Thanks SO much teething. So we learnt never to

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