I was almost “Robin Williams” (My battle with depression)

“Our job is to improve the quality of life; not just delaying death”- Patch Adams I’m an emotional wreck this morning. I’ve been bawling my eyes out from the time I woke up when a friend sent me a link about the fateful death of Robin Williams- one of the best actors who ever walked this earth. Our world is shocked and choked. My world is shocked and choked. I’m choking. Robin Williams has been one of my favorite actors since I can remember- since the days of Hook, Alladin, and Mrs. Doubtfire. In all of the movies I’ve seen of … Continue reading I was almost “Robin Williams” (My battle with depression)

Stille krag van Vroue (artikel wat ek geskryf het vir Kuier-tydskrif)

Al gehoor hoe baie mense die gesegde, “vandag se vroumense…” gebruik, om te verwys na ‘n houding of ingesteldheid van die moderne vrou? En hoe daardie verwysing selde na iets positief verwys? Dis asof die samelewing nie ‘vandag se vrou’ ten volle kan aanvaar nie; asof sy terselfdertyd geprys en veroordeel word, deur die einste mense wat een vir een hulle klippe sou neergooi as hulle voor haar staan en die Meester hoor sê: “Laat die een van julle wat ‘n skoon gewete het, eerste ‘n klip op haar gooi.” Ons dwing haar om in haar eindelose stryd (steeds) vir … Continue reading Stille krag van Vroue (artikel wat ek geskryf het vir Kuier-tydskrif)

For you…it’s okay

It’s okay to hurt; I hurt for you. And after the pain has been attended to, you will see that you can survive it. The morning WILL come. It is because of the darkness that you are able to see the light. It is a beautiful, comforting fact of life. Do not despise your dark times. You are human. You will fall; I will fall; we will fall, and I will love you when you stand up straight, and I will love you with your knees scraped on the concrete of confusion. I will not kick you when you’re down … Continue reading For you…it’s okay

August 4th (My Birthday)

It’s almost impossible for me to believe that I’m sitting here writing this blog about the gift of life that was given to me thirty years ago. My thoughts traces back to one regretful day in my past when I told my mother I wish I had died at birth. I wish I’ve never been there to cause her so much tragedy and tears and shame. Oh what a mother she was who said, “even if I had known the choices you would make in life, I would never have passed the honor to become your mother”.  She said she … Continue reading August 4th (My Birthday)

Day 30: Me and my writing & thank you Writersbootcampza Team

It was the literary genius, Anne Lamott, who said, “this business of being a writer is ultimately about asking yourself, ‘How alive am I willing to be?” Writing has nothing to do with what do I want to say to the world or what is relevant out there, or what is currently selling or what would gain attention and followers and likes and RT’s. Writing anything, for me, is something that comes from a stirring deep inside me. It has to be something that is plaguing me; something that, if I don’t get it out, I won’t sleep well for … Continue reading Day 30: Me and my writing & thank you Writersbootcampza Team

Day 29: X-Ray

On January 9, 2010, I thought I could be brave; show off to my friends (not really), and dove into a shallow, like really shallow swimming pool. To this day I’m being LOL’d by friends because, according to them, I still don’t know how to dive….which is kind of true by the way (I’m confessing Jason Cupido). I went up in the air, and midway i heard people saying it’s a shallow pool. Too bad. Too late. I went straight down, hit the bottom, the bottom hit back. I was unconscious and blood gushed out my head. I didn’t see my … Continue reading Day 29: X-Ray

Day 28: Politics & Drama

Years ago I made a point of not being one to talk about politics, simply because I’m not a politician, but also because I believe the world would need less (moronic) governance if each person governs and judge themselves, fairly of course. But this is the topic so I have to weigh in. Here’s my 20cents:  Julius Malema & Steve Hofmeyr.  Both monkeys of the same kind. Both circus acts. It’s probably because they are so alike that they dislike each other so much. The one wants to win the approval of late C. J. LANGENHOVEN by singing “Die Stem”, and … Continue reading Day 28: Politics & Drama

Day 27: Bucket List

In my head I have a list of things I want to do before I die, probably longer than the Great Wall of China. I would love to call it a bucket list, but I don’t. Bucket list calls for you to write things down, and once it’s written down you have to devise a way into accomplish it, and history shows I’m not doing too well on the accomplishment scale. I don’t do well in completing what I’ve started, unless it’s a task given to me by a superior. I like following, but I hardly ever follow myself. I … Continue reading Day 27: Bucket List

Day 26: Friends

If you got to know me fairly recently, you wouldn’t think that there was a time- a very long time- when my life was defined by the heaviness of feeling too much. A time when aches and struggles were not a phase but a lifestyle; a waking up and going to bed process. It was both normal and weird to be so full of life the one moment and also overflowing with disgust for your life the next. It was a terrible unforgiving, unloving time in my life. But you won’t say that now. My life is so much better … Continue reading Day 26: Friends

Day 25: The story of my love (Free topic)

Sometimes, with people you feel a lot for, you know exactly what to say to them. You know how to say it in more than fifty different ways because you’ve practised it. You’ve rehearsed it- out loud and in your head; you’ve turned it around, over and over, and over. But you hardly ever know when to say it. Every time you get together, inside of you well the urge to say, “I’m into you; actually I’m more than into you, I really, really like you, but even more than that, I’m in love with you. And I know it … Continue reading Day 25: The story of my love (Free topic)