My Grandmothers first flight |Vlog

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When I was about 8 or so, I remember promising my grandmother that one day when I had money I’d book her a flight and have her stay at a fancy hotel somewhere. I’d also take her to the beach, I think I said that too. All she had to do in return was stay alive long enough to experience this. She giggled, in the way elders do when their children sell them dreams. In her round muddy hut in Mbashe, the two of us agreed. Continue reading “My Grandmothers first flight |Vlog”

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Life Advice From my Mom

Hello Beloved Apple Crunchers 

It’s been far too long. I hope all is well with you.   I pray that in all respects you may prosper and be in good health, just as your soul prospers. 

I was at home this past July, and I got to do season 2 of #ConversationsWithMom! This time around she shares 10 things she’s come to Realise about life! I hope you enjoy her effervescent energy as much as I do-let it bubble over & spread through your days.

 

Much Much Love 🖤

Self-preoccupation & Pride: Social Media

"Scrolling, searching, paging, refreshing." Londeka Mkhize

Daily we are confronted with questions of identity.

Who am I?

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With the advent of social media Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter and YouTube, we have multiple platforms where we can offer people a better sense of who we are and what we care about.

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We share HD images of our lovers, expressing how beautiful they are and how wholesome the years have been. We read a good book and tell our followers what we’ve discovered. We find funny videos and re-share to bring valuable entertainment to others. We snap a good picture and publicly exhibit our growing creativity with friends of friends.

Our sense of self is consummated in this engagement, in how we believe others perceive us.

 Whether they see us? 

At best social media is a powerful means of communication and connection, at worst an appetizer and refiner of insidious heart evils: pride, greed, need, envy, and self-indulgence.

Continue reading “Self-preoccupation & Pride: Social Media”

The Value of Journaling

“There are places like this everywhere,
places you enter as a young girl
from which you never return.”

Whenever grown-ups spoke, I often forgot to whisper or disappear. It took some time before I understood that my mother’s home was not a democracy. That my words were only welcomed upon invitation, particularly when we had guests.

Growing up my two older sisters gave me the confidence to be. I would simply let myself be, either of the two – depending on the day. Though they had lives of their own, it mattered to me that they invited me in, even at the end just so we could all laugh, huddle together – in a shared world. If they shut me out, I mildly hid or looked away to pretend I did not mind this exclusion. Continue reading “The Value of Journaling”

Positions of Power toward the Poor

Us who have “…are doomed to think that everything comes from us…”

There I was, in full swing, past Debonairs in Rondebosch, attending to heaps of administrative tasks on Tuesday morning. From certifying documents at the Police station, forced laughter towards the police officers flirtatiousness. Humph, such impositions are the ways of living in a body, a woman’s – body, thus of being in South Africa. I certainly can’t remember the last time I asked for an affidavit or a document to be certified without mildly rolling my eyes beneath that small-mesh talk.

Moving on, I have been living in Cape Town, Southern suburbs for 8 years. Nothing about the landscape is strange to me, the tarred roads, the numerous fast food restaurants lined on either side of the road, the Somalian elderly man who sells cigarets and sweets opposite clicks; I know the faces of the homeless men and women on the street far too well. So well that If I spotted one of them in town or Kenilworth, I’d easily say, “Oh ya, lo bhuti, ngowase Rondebosch neh (he is the guy from Rondebosch right)?!”

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I’m getting things done today, cutting straight past beggars on the street.

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Review: ‘When breath becomes air,’ Dr. Kalanithi a Præmaturi death

What makes life worth living in the face of death?

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“Proof that the dying have the most to teach us about living.” Atul Gawande, Being Mortal

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There aren’t many words I can conjure to describe the anguish and empathy I felt for 36-year old – neurosurgeon – diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer – faced with the grave reality of death.

This brilliance of this book, the breadth of experiences shared in it and the passionate style of writing by the author prompted an overwhelming response in me.

Continue reading “Review: ‘When breath becomes air,’ Dr. Kalanithi a Præmaturi death”

|5 Youth whose art =| Thought Leadership & Activism

The powerful relationship between artistic production and political culture in the World can not be underestimated. To quote Nina Simone:

“It’s an artist’s duty to reflect the times in which we live.”

This post explores 5 young artists who effectively use different media to work for social justice. As we imagine what the world can be like,  art is an effective instrument for altering the way people see the world. It has a kind of rawness and subtilty that can turn our indifference into activism, encouraging us to fine tune our sense and commitment to what is just(ice). Continue reading “|5 Youth whose art =| Thought Leadership & Activism”