Voyage of Self-Discovery..

It’s an on-going journey. You learn something new about yourself everyday; especially during times when you have to deal with people that are not on the same wavelength as you are. Quite frankly, my face normally tells you exactly what I think. It’s not ideal, really.

Yesterday. Yesterday was one of the days when it felt like the world is caving in on me.

I have written in my notebook so I have let it go. This is what they mean by ” choosing your battles” and this was an unworthy one.

I am looking forward to the many beautiful places I will get lost in. Once that trust is gone, it is gone forever – with a partner, a parent, a friend, a colleague.

Life is certainly looking up. And, all of these bumps are life lessons and somehow, it all starts to make sense. So, chin up and enjoy your day; take it all as it comes.

Love & Light, x


Aging is Not Lost Youth..

So, the dinner that I was a little too excited about blew me away. It was phenomenal and way beyond my expectations. For once, I had an outfit co-ordinated (by myself, of course) with Purity Ring and Oscar & the Wolf as my background music.


I arrived 9 minutes late. Fashionably so. My best friend organised such a beautiful affair! The dinner and drinks was at S43 in Umgeni. Quite the hipster place to be.


I knew straight away what would be on my dinner plate – there was only one vegetarian option. That’s good enough for me! A giant-sized chickpea and spinach burger. They also have a banting diet option where the bun is replaced with large portobello mushrooms. There is something for everyone to enjoy.


A cosy, friendly ambiance. A beautiful evening at S43 followed by a nightcap at a local pub to watch the Rugby World Cup 3rd Place Play-off.


stoked face

Biggest stoked face – thank you, thank you, thank you! I would not have had it any other way.

Also, I l o v e sparkles 🙂

With love from a 25 year old, x

No Man is an Island: Ben Howard Live in JHB, Zoo Lake..

Ben Howard live in Johannesburg on the 25th of July 2015. I have been meaning to write about this amazing weekend without sounding like a complete creep. I left for JHB on Friday evening. I don’t mind long bus rides, really. It is cheaper, which is the most important part! Hah! It was pouring and cold. I arrived at 05:00 and a beloved friend picked me up with a huge smile on his face! We hadn’t seen each other since October last year but we picked up where we left off. He is a true gem. Anyway, coffee and nuts to start off the day. The concert was only starting at 13:00 so I had time to catch up. Thank you Jen and Sophia for welcoming me with wide smiles. As a Durbanite, JHB winters are what nightmares are made of! IMG_1568   IMG_1569 I arrived at the venue at 12:55! I honestly could not contain my “kid in a candy store” excitement. It seems like people do not go to concerts alone, but, erhm, I had a fabulous time. I met new people and sure had a jolly good time. Farryl Purkiss and Bye Beneco were the opening acts. I had seen Farryl Purkiss numerous times during my university days; great acoustic music and fine voice to get me in to the mood. Bye Beneco, they are interesting. Gypsy sounds. I would definitely add them to my wanderlust playlist. Do give them a listen.

Farryl Purkiss
Bye Beneco
Bye Beneco

Ben. I have so many words for him. I do not want to take photos with him. Nor, do I want to scream and go mental just to meet him. I just want to say a simple thank you. I have never been moved by music like I was for the 1hour30minutes! Is it possible for someone to sound even better live? It is the lyrics, though. The words are like a gently flowing stream. He started off the show with “Small Things”; I had goosebumps all over and at that point, I knew it was going to be a magnificent afternoon. He sang “Black Flies” and that’s when he got me! Glassy eyed and all. It is just surprising that I have turned to his music for almost every event in my life since leaving University. I remember listening to “Keep Your Head Up” as I was packing up my room back in 2012. I have listened to “Old Pine” and “End of the Affair” after the end of a relationship. I have listened to “Conrad” on repeat after a bad day. I have had his entire discography on repeat when I am reading. He is just part of my life and I absolutely love it.

Ben Howard
Ben Howard

IMG_1584   Of course the crowd chanted “we want more!” He came back out and started to play “Esmerelda”. However, being in South Africa, as the clock struck 18:00, we had loadshedding. The power went out and the show was over. I met up with friends in Kensington for a birthday bonfire. By 23:00, the temperature had dropped to 0 degrees. I needed more layers than the five that I had. This meant, going to snuggle on a couch with a rather attached dog. The sweetest, large bugger! IMG_1601   IMG_1607   IMG_1610   The long bus ride was quite a stunner! Worth every penny, worth the wretched JHB winter, worth waiting for 6 months! “Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags. I’ve come to know that memories were the best things you ever had…” With Love, x

Good Samaritan Saturday..

Well, my mother is. I tagged along to help her out. On the 16 May, my mother had her little tea garden stall at a local Flea Market. This was not just any flea market. She was taking part to raise funds for Ningizimu Special School.

Ningizimu is a school for children, up to the age of 18, with special needs. They range from Autistic children with learning disabilities, happy little girls with Down Syndrome, positive kids in wheelchairs. They are all happy, lively young people with a positive outlook! As you may have guessed, this is not a mainstream grade school; however, they learn a range of skills from playing the Marimba and being a part of a steel drum band, pottery classes, sewing & upcycling classes.


My nephew, the little Picasso that he is, decided to draw me a picture of a…Rhino! Haha! Can you see the horn?! This is adorable. He was extremely proud of it and I could not take it away from him!

I found these amazing upcycled bags made by the learners. These bags could last a lifetime! Why? They are made of old Tyre tubes. Yup! This is thinking out of the box! I am now a proud owner!

The Up-cycled Bags!
The Up-cycled Bags!
I am the Proud Owner of this Bag! :)
I am the Proud Owner of this Bag! 🙂

We were also entertained by a rather impressive marimba band. The students, of course!

What a beautiful Saturday! Well spent. Worth waking up early to set up. We raised some funds for the school! Waahaay!

Success! We are happy chappies!

So, from now on, I refuse to say, “I can’t…”

Loads of Happy Hearts and Smiles.

With Love,


PS: My mother is a teacher at Ningizimu Special School. 

PPS: I bought something else for myself. An old, old suitcase. Then, look inside, to see the label. It used to belong to a friend’s family. To his grandfather, to be precise! Small world!

philogene suitcase

Cape Town Tickets: You Beaut!

Cape Town.

It always captures my heart. I am in my element here. It is as though the surrounding beauty speaks my language. We are in tune.

This was not a good ol’ touristic trip. It was to be reunited with my best friend who now lives and works in the United State of ‘Murrica. A weekend was not enough. Oh hell, a week would not have been enough.

The beginning of this “let’s cause a bit of havoc and occupy CT” mission started at 3am on Friday morning. I woke up way too early. Too keen.

Easter weekend. This is why there are people driving about at 4am. Oef! I was awake so early because I live approximately 40 minutes away from the airport. I love airports. You see the most genuine facial expressions here.


Upon arrival. Breath taken away. Inhale. Exhale.

I travelled with Natalie. You special person, you! She was hungover and not entirely responsive that morning. Hilarious to watch, really. I was a hobbit: by 9am, I was already on “second breakfast”.Cape Town

What a treat! Sunny with a chilly breeze. Ice cold sea water! Is that even normal? Durban has a minimum of 18 degrees sea water. Ah! Blaspheme! Needless to say, I could only stick my toes in the water. Then, I ran! Away! As fast as I could!


After the beach, meeting Carl and his gnarly mates, it was time for a little walkabout around town. I took some photos on the promenade. Unfortunately, my battery died. I saw some middle-aged women reading magazines in their thongs. Cape Town. You would think you are no longer in Africa. I stopped by at a rather inviting place called Knead. Nothing like freshly baked bread. I bought some for the braai that we were hosting that evening.

Huh?? I don't know what this is. But, I want one..
Huh?? I don’t know what this is. But, I want one..

Our punch brought all the mates to the yard! Kelly is the queen of making deliciously potent punch (I will never forget the punch you made for your 18th…). We played a drinking game of Kings. You must know the game — it was solely invented to make the players ridiculously inebriated.


After a blurry night out in town. We had a boogy on Long Street — and, I am told that I witnessed a girly cat fight on the dance floor. As far as I am concerned, I killed it on the dance floor. I must have paraded some wicked Durban dance moves. Or, not.

Saturday morning.

Let’s not talk about it. However, let’s talk about Saturday afternoon. Vortex. The drive was beautiful. Stopped by for a Wimpy breakfast to somewhat cure the hangover. May have worked. Vortex is a psy-trance music festival; and this time, it was in Caledon. Approximately 1 hour 30 minutes away from Cape Town. I say approximately because I was in and out of sleep (I was not driving!).


Great stomping. Fun music. My god, I love people watching at such festivals. You end up questioning existence. Or, sanity. I woke up the next morning in the back seat of the car curled up in my sleeping bag with cramps and a rather sore hip. The word “tickets” was going around. I don’t recall why, but apparently I had these “tickets”. I mean, I was first man down… Is this the ticket for the point of no return? Someone. Please.?

Also, it was freezing! Possibly 12 degrees! Please don’t argue with a Durbanite – it was freezing cold!

That was the end of the trip. Checking in late (5 minutes before the check in closing time) and then having turbulence on the flight home after the rough two nights I had gone through. The universe was against me. Perhaps, it was trying to tell me to stay in Cape Town a little while longer. You know, to search for my name that I had chucked out the window. Mildly.

Thank You!
Thank You!

 Thank you for making this one hell of a trip. Kelly, your kindness amazes me everyday! I missed you as soon as I said goodbye! Errgh! See you soon.

I’ll sure make another date with Cape Town soon.

With Love,


Greenpeace Rainbow Warrior SA Tour

This was the most beautiful experience I have had in my entire. And, significant. This somewhat paved a little piece of a pathway of the journey I would like to take in the future. I have never felt such joy, purpose and unity as I felt in the last ten days. I am certain that I have made life long friends.

Raising awareness about the negative environmental changes globally has brought us together. We have a common purpose to raise awareness about these potential environmental catastrophes; and fight against the corporates and governments that allow the practices and policies that destroy our precious home. Why do we let the power- and money-hungry run our world?

I met real Warriors. Self-less individuals that proved to me that you do not need an impressive bank account to make a difference in the world, you do not need to have a happy-go-lucky history to make a difference. You do not need to be of a certain stature, race, religion to want to make a difference. You need to care. You need to be knowledgeable enough to educate the rest. You need passion.

The Rainbow Warrior
The Rainbow Warrior
The insane 55m high A-frame masts.
The insane 55m high A-frame masts.
Rainbow Warrior Art
Rainbow Warrior Art

I ventured on this trip on Friday evening (20 February 2015). I took a bus from Durban to Port Elizabeth (a 15 hour bus trip) to meet the majesty and the dedicated Greenpeace Africa comrades. I wear the slops because my feet swell up during long distance travel and I wear socks, well, because my feet get cold. Also, it is super comfortable, I do not care what you think! Hah!

Style, comfort! Travelwear.
Style, comfort! Travel wear.

We arrived in Port Elizabeth on Early Saturday morning. I adore the Eastern Cape! It always feels like I am home. So welcoming, so fragile, so friendly.

I saw her from a distance and I fell in love. The Rainbow Warrior, that is. We arrived while the crew and volunteers on board were still waking up. Therefore, minimal chatting and coffee in hand. Thank you to the Greenpeace Africa Intern, Rea, that welcomed us on board and gave us a little tour before we got to work. It had felt as though I have known all my life that I would end up here. It felt comfortable. So inviting.

{Let me just intervene and say that this will be a rather long post; grab some tea and carry on reading..}

The Rainbow Warrior Gangway.
The Rainbow Warrior Gangway. Welcome.

I have met some of the most incredible people here! I have said this to myself a thousand times but I cannot believe that a world still exists with such people. Before I go on about the entire crew; I will start with the reason why I was on board the Rainbow Warrior.

South Africa has an energy crisis! Our government is saying yes to Nuclear energy. Greenpeace Africa and Greenpeace International joined forces to raise awareness. No Nukes. No Nuclear Energy in South Africa. We do not need this dirty energy when we have great renewable solutions. We cannot afford it. We need to start thinking about the consequences. Not just economically but environmentally, too! So, on the 27th February 2015 in Durban, Greenpeace announced that we will be taking the minister to court. You can read the online article here. Kumi Naidoo (Durban-born Greenpeace International Executive Director) released this statement alongside Melita Steele, Micheal Onyeka (Greenpeace Africa Executive Director), and Captain Mike Fincken. Kumi also gave us a little tour of his home-town. This is far greater than previous actions. This time, we demand a change, answers.

Our personal tour guide.
Our personal tour guide.

Greenpeace solely relies on individual donors. No governments. No corporates. A great way to welcome the supporters is to host open boat days. As Lanther (Greenpeace Brazil Volunteer) told the crowds, “This is not just our ship, it is your ship too.” It is a little token of recognition and appreciation for the support. And, boy! Did we have crowds, or what!? Cutting it short, the campaign, the open boats were a great success! I am ridiculously thankful that I was part of it all.

He would make the perfect BFF! Lanther asked for a photo the day we went to this beautiful Hare Krishna Temple in Chatsworth. You know, for his friends. 🙂

On the other note. Sailing in the Rainbow Warrior from Port Elizabeth to Durban with this amazing crew felt like a dream that need not end. If it were a dream, I would have forced myself to carry on sleeping. Thank goodness and my lucky stars that it was reality. I want this to be my reality in the future. To give selflessly, to stand to what I believe with no fear or favour, to treasure the memories made with the campaigners, crew and staff!

I have something to say about everyone. I enjoy being with people, talking to people, laughing, sharing experiences and having that beautiful untainted connection with a stranger. Captain Mike Fincken, what a gem! So welcoming, a true warrior and his life is an inspiration — always stand to what you believe in. No matter where the wind takes you. I would believe it was a glorious home-coming for him. If he didn’t shed a tear when he saw the crowds, sounds of appreciation and being back on South African soil, I did for him. I certainly hope we cross paths again.

I have made life-long friends. I hope to venture on a hike with Fernando, Chief Mate, as he had many stories to share about his adventures. His curiosity about nature, cultures, people, and diving. It is a whole new world out there. Usnea, the most energetic person I have met yet.  A real activist in her own right with an infectious laugh. You can’t help but want her a part of your life – nothing can get this girl down! (Have you seen her muscles?!) We were always first in line when it was lunch time or dinner time. I do miss this. She was the one to announce 10:00am and 15:00 smoco (smoke or coffee) time. And, Amrit. Amrit was also well aware of the tea times. I met Amrit on his day off and he joined us on a little beach trip in PE. He was very quiet and was reading a Sci-Fantasy book thicker than The Lord of the Rings Trilogy books put together. An avid reader, insane sense of humour, calm spirit. Another calm spirit with a wicked sense of humour was the electrician, Florin! Also a reader, we both enjoy some Icelandic music and would crack a one liner joke in a soothing whisper!

Crew: Usnea (Deckhand), Florin (Electrician), Amrit (Deckhand) and Fernando (Chief Mate).
Crew: Usnea (Deckhand), Florin (Electrician), Amrit (Deckhand) and Fernando (Chief Mate).

Angelo, proper Italian. Makes you fall in love with food all over again, especially toasted cheese sandwiches late at night. How did he make these toasties?! From asking for one bite…ended up being a whole sandwich and wanting more… He has a lifetime of knowledge and a sense of humor. Sometimes you ask yourself, “Is he kidding or serious?” Ocke, an animated sense of humor with a fantastic nerdy side. Ask him about charts, he knows it all. I knew I would find him tucked away in the Bridge looking at some charts or routes. I learned SO much from him. Fred! Ah, he looks so serious from afar! Have a chat and you will be wowed! He was okay with me following him about so I can be trained as his future deckhand. He must have thought I was mental at first but he warmed up to me. I will forever remember the call outs for “anybody for vino” and “ciggarettina”. Fred and Gionny have a great friendship and you would often find them chatting together at meal times or out on the deck. Gionny, please can I have your vibey Italian music!! You know what I am talking about.

Ocke (right) with Sinja. Trying to find where Ilmenau is in Germany.
Gionny and Fred. having a look at old photo albums... They'd rather look from afar!
Gionny and Fred. having a look at old photo albums… They’d rather look from afar!

Antonio. I still have not found that squid bait! The most soft-spoken crew member. He kept tucked away in the engineers room at the lowest floor. It was almost a like a little den. Dian and Antonio were seen during meal times and special occasions. Another engineer that was mostly out and around messing about with fibreglass was Rob. A very strange sense of humour that makes you shake you head, laugh and think, “did he really just say that?” Funky dance moves, onesies and a love for goats!

My sunburnt face, Rob (Engineer) and Cat (Deckhand) at a welcome event in Chatsworth! Great, spicy Durban food!
Hasina (Greenpeace Africa Volunteer) with Antonio (Engineer).

Lastly, in the image above, you will see Cat. My cabin mate. Quite reserved but she could not help it but asked to touch my little Afro! Love it. I will always remember how to use a defibrillator in case of an emergency. Beautiful skin, beautiful personality, and always curious.

We had people from 20 different countries staying together in one ship. Magical.

I also made great local friends: Hasina, Rea, we spent time together on a different level. We got to pick each other when we were feeling down and out. Rea and I soon found out that red wine on the Heli deck was a great way to relieve stress. Ricardo, I cannot wait to see your artwork. Ricardo, also a Greenpeace Africa volunteer, the youngest on board. Not a fan of parties but talk about books and art, you will be chatting the entire night.

Myself, Ricardo and Usnea.
Myself, Ricardo and Usnea.

Thanks to Rob, I have a Boat Jam playlist on iTunes that consists mostly of Kings of Leon. My life has been changed by meeting these individuals, working with the organisation and being a part of Greenpeace Africa. Thank you Diana Waters, Rea, Dianne McAlpine, Penny-Jane, Melita, Lesego, Tshepo (I am still repeating his name just so I can pronounce it perfectly next time!), Meshak, Mbong and the rest of the staff for making this possible.

My life has changed.

Love & Light,


PS: I will put up all of the photos of the tour in the next post.

PPS: We. Worked. Hard.

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The Undulating Journey: Joy.

Joy (noun): “A feeling of great pleasure and happiness.”

I have often wondered why I have always been the victim of the infamous “tears of joy”. I can only imagine that the path leading to immense joy is a long, sad, treacherous journey. How else would you possibly know that you have arrived at destination Joy without getting bruised and battered along the way?

In my short period of existence, I have known joy to be a temporary fixture. Appears every now and again as a guest. You know, to reassure you that all is not lost. He arrives in all shapes and sizes. Upon departure, you yearn for his return.

Oh, well..

I recall a time in my life: wake up, work, eat, sleep. A time of unhappiness and apathy. Now, I listen to music. The hypnotic voice of Ben Howard. I know. I just know that he has gone through far worse emotions. Where did his soul come from. I listen to “Conrad” with teary eyes. I remember listening to “Old Pine” for two weeks, on repeat after a rather emotional relationship fail. I listen to 1960’s Jazz music with my father while he sips on some red wine. That. That is music. And, that is immense joy. Music has this uncanny way of lifting up your soul to a place unimaginable. Listening to soulful Jazz with my father is an activity I thought would never happen again after his abandonment when I was eight years old. When I was growing up, my mother had always told me how inseparable my father and I were. Then, why did he leave me? We reconnected after High School after his 10 year sabbatical.

I have amazing friends. I swear, they were angels in their past lives. Which is probably why I do not have a large group of them. A select god-sent few. Every time I need to vent. At any hour of the day or night. People that can tell me that I am dressed horribly and I will not take it to heart. They love me. That is joy. I would do the same. We can be odd together without judging. They are my tribe. We can spend our Saturdays drinking gin around a bonfire at the beach dancing to the latest Beyonce tunes. Generally, being silly. Being silly brings out my inner child. Knowing that. Knowing that after many disappointments, heartbreaks, rejection and all of those heart-wrenching emotions; I can still find joy in being silly with friends. Simple yet life-changing every single time.

I think some where in my mind, I have had a bucket list. Unwritten bucket lists are the best. You can add on to it where ever you are. Recently, by recently I mean in the last six months, I have been mentally ticking items off my list. I have secured a job in Asia. This is a bit of a domino effect; I get to teach children, travel, see the world and start on that award-winning photography blog. Merely day dreaming about this future over powers my soul with unfathomable happiness. I am a dreamer. And, when those dreams come to life. Pure bliss. Another item that I have seemingly ticked off that mental bucket list: a surf board. I have dreamed of having a surf board for as long as I can remember. The idea of having such a beautiful relationship with nature and being free in the ocean attracts me to the sport. The day I received this surf board from a kind friend, I could not contain my excitement. I almost put the 7 foot board in to bed with me just to make sure that it does not disappear in the middle of the night.

Joy is knowing that I can change my situation when ever I need to. Joy is knowing that I have a family, a healthy body, music, thought-provoking books and a rather fantastic future. It is knowing that I still want to decrease my carbon footprint, I still want to make a change in the place I live in without any sort of monetary gains. I would like to have a wealth of knowledge, travel experience and a yogis spirituality. What one also needs to understand is that joy is not constant. It comes in waves. Think, surfing. Waiting for that perfect wave is not exactly how you want to spend your morning in the middle of a vast ocean. However, once you ride that wave. You want to scream, shout and let the whole world know how happy you are. You will tell your neighbours, friends and even your cyberspace friends that you really do not care about. That is pure bliss. Joy.

Joy is understanding that time is the only healer. I now know that the same person that gave me joy, comfort and secret pleasures. That is the exact person that can take it away. At that moment. Until time intervenes to bring me back to my senses. All I can say is, ““I don’t care what you do to me, but I don’t want you to hurt me. I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.” When this love is lost, there is always a comfort in food. The ability to turn something as unattractive as an aubergine or mushrooms in to a heart warming creation. That is artistic magic. Biting into a Jamie Oliver creation in the comfort of my own home is a joyous occasion. Whereby, I need to shoo my family out the kitchen like unwanted flies. The buttery fluffiness of Michel Roux’s mashed potatoes that fills my pot belly, lovely and warm. Nothing else can do that but a phenomenal bowl of food. With the correct amount of spices and herbs sprinkled in to the bubbly pot like a perfectly orchestrated Pavarotti song. Do you not find joy in such?

Joy. It is simple. Let go and you will find it in the simplest things in life. Reading a fantastic book, talking to an old friend, having a bonfire at the beach, hiking up a mountain, academic and career achievements. The list is endless. If you think that complete happiness is found in people and materials, you will live a rather unfortunate, sad life. The moment you can find joy in seeing a beautiful bird, walking barefoot on soft grass, eating a healthy, crunchy vegan meal, or mastering your first yoga posture. You will be your best friend. Your attitude will then attract all of the positivity you rightfully deserve.

This is joy.

Day 248..

After counting down the minutes and seconds at work, we had mini celebratory drinks. Celebratory and venting drinks, more like. Long week at work, and it’s a Friday! Always seem so unreal, you know, the 17:00 mark on a Friday.

A colleague, and now new friend, Jen and I went for two drinks (and a shooter). It was supposed to be one drink. Awful being the designated driver. All the time. I wish I had a driver. Or, money for a cab every time I want to head out. Drop Kick Murphey’s on Florida Road is always such a good vibe.

Sounds odd but it was great to have girly advice and venting time. Give insecurities the boot and live life as it comes; enjoy it, savour every moment and show the ones you care about exactly how you feel. No what-ifs. Noted. Many may have the same problem as I. Opening up seems a great deal. So, from this day on, I am going to be more open to the ones I like, love and care about. As Jen said that the worst thing to do is unintentionally push friends and family away because of your unconscious actions. Oef!

What you see

Because, it is a beautiful life..
Because, it is a beautiful life..

Don’t hold back.


Love & Light,


Weekend Special: Day 46 & 47

And maybe a bit about day 45 as well.

Valentine’s Day. I don’t really hate it. I don’t mind it. Just another day really. Don’t feel less loved just because I don’t get chocolate and roses, or sweet texts and phone calls. It was a normal day, really. Work. Go home, hang out. Chill. Sister and I got a bit excited watching Sister Act! I had seen Jenny the night before. To say goodbye. She’s back in Belgium now. It was lovely having her back here, even though I saw her three times in the duration of her stay here because I live in a prison with my dad as the very strict warden. He doesn’t approve of girls driving alone at night. Or, to girls that drink alcohol. Or, that to boys. I don’t think he wants me to leave the house really. The “rebel” that I am though, I just leave. YOLO.

Reunion: Girls having fun..
Reunion: Girls having fun..

Day 46. Saturday. 15 February. The day after sort of feeling, haha! Nothing worth noting.

Day 47. Sunday. Playing nanny and chef de cuisine. I nailed that oxtail! And my mashed potatoes looked and tasted (I would imagine) like something out of Michel Roux’s kitchen. My sister wanted to go out and get all romantic with her fiancĂ©. I offered to babysit. Little did I know that he’d poo like 5 minutes after she leaves. My nephew is going to be 3 months old on Tuesday. I have never gagged so much, nearly vommed on this poor baby. Crap! I swear I think he was having a kick out of it. I am ending the day with a good glass of red wine and winding down to Six Pence None the Richer. I have been feeling rather anxious this weekend. I haven’t finished a single movie that I have started.

The Nephew and I ..
The Nephew and I ..

I have some roller coaster emotions the passed week but I just didn’t have the time to jot everything down. Or the energy. I know what I want, and I am going for it.


“If you wanna be somebody, if you wanna go somewhere. You better wake up and pay attention” — Sister Act (1993)

Weekend Special: Day 32 & 33

Hmm, now it gets to the difficult part. Actually counting the days and not just looking at the date. haha!


Had to make my dad’s breakfast before I left the house. Beautiful day. Sunny. Feeling rather good and cheesey :). Market day, too. Went to JP’s house (mentioned him in a previous post, I am sure, so you’re acquainted now) to leave my car there so we could go to the market together. Drove past his gate (I don’t even know how I did that, maybe because I was singing along to Taylor Swift’s “Feeling 22” so loud I got side tracked!) and had to go ’round the block. I was half an hour late. This is becoming a habit. It needs to stop.

Beautiful day at the market. Yay for cherry flavoured beer! Good to see some friends. Finally purchased the dog shampoo and my goats milk and honey soap bars. Yum! Had a little walk about. Hot & sweaty by now. Hmm, what to do next. We had up until we got to the parking lot to decide on what to do.

Next stop. Remembered that a friend (three friends to be exact) was moving house. Decided to go see the new place. It is cosy and homey. I just had so many decorative ideas for the place. I just cant help myself. House warming gifts. Alles! Maybe, I was an interior decorator in my previous life. Just like how I was a Nubian princess.

Still didn’t feel like going home. Took a walk down the road to buy me some ice cream. And, perfume. Would love to hang out some more but had to dash back home to cook dinner. Seeing JP again in 3 hours to watch a 19:45 movie with my 12 year old sister. Thank G-d she didn’t pick an animation — even though JP would have appreciated it, haha. But really, I am not paying R53 for an animation. We watched Last Vegas. Hilarious film. Not suitable for 12 year olds (although the restriction was 10 PG!). Sooo good to laugh out loud like that. I am terrible at reviewing movies so I wont even attempt it. But, I really don’t want to get old. haha. That’s all. Watch the film and you’ll definitely understand why. One moment you’re an invincible young buck, the next you need a bed pan and hearing aids. Bugger.

Sneaky Happiness
Sneaky Happiness

That was my Saturday. Perfect way to spend a beautiful day.

Sunday. Hair day. AKA day 33.

Saw my mum for a bit. I worry about her at times. Bless her.

Getting my usual box braids. Sat down for a good three and a half hours (record time)! My ass. Definitely not as cushion-y as it looks. That was my day gone.

Is it possible to have mosquitos nesting only in one particular spot in my room? I am starting to get suspicious. I ONLY get bitten when I’m sitting at my dresser. Sneaky little buggers!

Life has changed in the past month or so. Emotionally. Mentally, perhaps. Getting to understand why certain things have happened. One cannot be bitter. The only thing worth doing is embracing the changes. As momentous as it may sound, it is probably all worth it.

Finding magic in empty spaces..
Finding magic in empty spaces..

Right on. Go forth and find your magic :).

Love & Light, xx.