“It’s quiet now, and I think my thoughts alone…” The opening line of Oneiro’s ‘Shhh!’ I’ve quoted so many times…
Empty streets.
Do you remember when the horizon was a lifetime away, and you would spend all summer long imagining all the…
The cage is real.
I’m never really sure if the cage is designed to keep us in, or keep us out. To keep the…
Memory Lane is a real
I’d asked my sis to come with me to collect my new Emirates ID today because she knows the layout…
Evolution.
It’s 5am on Saturday and I can’t sleep. No surprise really, since I haven’t left my bed since I returned…
So many words.
I am breaking out of an old skin that doesn’t fit
Purpose
What are you here for? What is your meaning? Nothing…
Letters To The Past
Please. Just go.
Powerless
“I am not addicted to drugs, I am addicted to more.”
Are we having fun yet?
“Are we having fun yet?” The opening line from the Just For Today reading posted in our WhatsApp group sounds…
Moderation
Picture a list of people singularly unqualified to write about a subject: Men on women’s rights. White people about black…
Bless You, Don’t Worry
Gone 31 years today and to be honest this day feels just like any other. So that’s good, right? I…
Power Play
In my head a battle rages between myself and the people I love. I react to things I imagine they…
Things Left Unsaid.
So much I want to tell you. So much I want to say and justify and explain and reveal. Also,…
Rest Easy, Kim
I read the news yesterday. A car accident in the Eastern Cape. Your wife in hospital, her condition unknown. And…
Inner Voices & Their Mantras
When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change You cannot give what you…
Offline/online. Same-same?
Things I’ve written belong in my journal, not online. No audience required for all the thoughts I must think and…
Please Hold…
…work currently in progress has been paused until Tuesday. My amazing Sarah lands in Dubai in 8 hours and I…
Oracles & Auguries
I just want to be heard. That’s all. I’ve felt locked up inside myself, unable to express how I feel,…
Morning, Gory
I fully expected that my return to blogging would not be a ray of sunshine, and reading the last five…
Urgh.
No, I don’t feel like being sensible about stuff. I don’t want to tread lightly around the sensitivities when it…
Echoes & Reflections
Two little serendipitous finds on social media today that stuck a chord. The second one was Brett Cassidy’s Instagram pic…
Unlocking The Past
Go mad, get high, die. Or fix it.
Love & Sweetness
Movement. Busyness. Distractions from the now. Today I set out to be active, to take part and be present. To…
Trapped.
“I go to sleep at night praying – begging – not to wake up the next day.” Words that echo…
Losing My Serenity
Life just seems to be a distraction while we wait for our turn to be buried.
Should You Get an Instagram Account for Your Newborn baby?
Well, the easy answer is, definitely not. But just for fun, what would your social media strategy be if you were to put your newborn on the popular photo-sharing service?
If Heritage be the Food of Love, Let’s Eat!
Whether it’s the Iftar connection of breaking your fast or in the melting-potjie of Heritage Month, a reminder that wherever we come from, it’s what’s on the table that brings us together.
What I’ve Learned About Life From My 33 Social Media Profiles
When you live your life as much on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter as you do in the real world, you need to live by a set of rules that helps you tell the difference. Especially if social media is also where you make your living.
Have I been wrong about marriage all along?
(Originally posted on BrightRock Change Exchange) The best way to describe my attitude towards marriage and relationships is curmudgeonly: I…
Hey, Bro, Do You Even Know Rugby?
It sounded like a dream come true for this brand-new convert to the wonderful world of rugby. A night out at the game, with a view from a private box, to boot. Just one problem…which team are you supposed to cheer for when the game is being played at home?
Never Mind Your Job Title, Mind Your Job!
Who are you when you’re at work? Are you a middle manager, a top-ranking executive, or a chief cook and bottle-washer with delusions of grandeur? Whatever your business card may say, just be yourself and do the job you love to do.
A Non-Fan’s Guide to Surviving Super Rugby
It’s going to be a tough four months for those of us who don’t know our tries from our touchdowns, and our scrums from our lineouts. But you can do it, with a little help
Diary of A Mad Cat Sitter
Day 1: Thursday, 10 May – Lynn & Joe have left the building. “Just a short weekend away,” they said,…
S I X
16.04.2018. Day 2191. You used to count the hours and the minutes and the seconds measuring out the chasm between…
Hungry For The Real Thing
Endless tides ebb and flow around sites profound and impossible towers, seeking out The Next Best Thing, the Perfect Angle,…
Coming Back
After all this time, I’m still making excuses for you
Stay of Execution
If only there was a reader. Just one…
Cow Farts and Calf Cramps: Surviving Your First Park Run
10 tips to help you survive your first Park Run
Life in the Laughter
I will find you again, in the smiles, laughter and love
A Lesson In Humanity
A battered wreck of a car follows me into the deserted parking at the secluded beach I sometimes visit. I…
Survivor: O.R. Tambo Airport
I’ve been here a long time.
Young Enough To Learn
A mere 5 hours into my 43rd birthday and I have already learned 3 very valuable lessons, proving this old…
Beach Running for Beginners
A complete guide to the things they never tell you about beach running, but that you’ll soon discover. As a…
And the beat goes on…
Johan ‘Junior’ Botha 1956.03.19 – 2016.07.24 My amazing, talented cousin! We were not ready to say goodbye. How could we…
The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life. Well, the meaning of MY life, really, is simply measured in friendships. It doesn’t need a…
It Wasn’t ALL Bad
The thing about the past is that it’s easy to see it ALL as bad, so that everything now is…
When Did We Get So Old…?
I’m scrolling through Facebook, catching up on what people got up to while I was at work. A photo of…
Mother’s Day
We miss you. I miss you. I miss your hugs and your smile and the way you made the world…
Thank You.
Yesterday I felt I was fast approaching my breaking point. I wrote it out, pouring my chaos onto the page,…
