“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
Often we ask people we meet how they are. We are also asked how we are. Sometimes we say we hope they are well and we say the same. Do we really want to know how they are? Do we wait for the answer or do we walk on assuming the answer is a simple…… Continue reading How are you?
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, I wish someone will just appear, out of nowhere even, and give me the magic potion that will cure my ailments and keep them away from me for years! I don’t write about what I’m going to write now because I am fully aware of the [over]sensitivity of some people or groups of people.…… Continue reading Sick in limbo
Here’s the thing: I do love hubby. He’s a great dad to my little princess. He yells at her and flicks (in place of smacks) her when she’s naughty. He’s the strict one but he is very loving and the little one is a daddy’s girl. He loves me, too, I believe. However, when you’ve…… Continue reading Love in a committed relationship
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