To care or not to care? I took one of those Facebook quizzes. Apparently, I am the caregiver! I am the “mother figure: the selfless caregiver and helper”. Me? Caregiver? Never! Back in the good ol’ days, the quiz’s result wouldn’t have been so incredulous as I was naive and gullible. I was even a…… Continue reading Do I care?
Some time between birth and death, we discover that there are certainties in life that we can proudly claim to know. Similarly, during our existence, we eventually have to admit to being doubtful about a few things that we encounter in life. Perhaps, a number of us will question more than have conviction. I am…… Continue reading Doubts and Certainties
“He is who he is because he is. She is who she is because she is. They are who they are because they are. I am who I am because I am.” I think – I always think, like a magnet for rumination – that I have the inclination to worry about what others think…… Continue reading In no position to judge
Today, despite the sum total of everything that has happened to me so far in South Africa, as a naturalized South African, currently ongoing taxi strike included, not forgetting how I feel about them, I realized that I am proud to be South African. It’s not something I express openly because I know that at…… Continue reading Proudly South African despite #TaxiStrike
The year was 2000. The month was July. It hasn’t been one of my favorite months. Apart from the fact that it’s winter in the southern hemisphere, it really has not been great for me for a number of years in the past. Oh well, c’est la vie! Que sera sera… I have such a…… Continue reading Survival strategy in 2000 that still works (maybe)
Sometimes, you can’t help but write. Writing what’s inside your head is almost a matter of life and death. To not write is to suppress emotions. And those emotions are most probably bursting to get out. Bottling up emotions isn’t a good thing because we know what happens when we deny ourselves of the real…… Continue reading Writing Emotions
I have finally reached the end of my countdown to 45 and I can say that the dreadful feeling caused by thoughts of aging has been replaced by a strong resolve to be fierce even at 45. In fact, it is probably easier now to have fire and spunk because of my age. Happy birthday…… Continue reading Fierce and fiery at 45