A life of joy.

I’ve really been looking forward to 2019. 2017 was the worst year I encountered. 2018 came with so much healing and unpacking to do. And for 2019, I wanted nothing but joy. At first I was scared to admit it. Because I sincerely don’t know what that looks like. I remember one day in therapy

They are us.

Senzenina is playing. In repeat. I have no particular attachment to the song. I just love the beats, the atmosphere it creates. In another time, in another mind set, I would have regarded it as a sad song. I would have related to it from a loss and heart ache point of view. Now, its

The man and fear.

I was watching some YouTube clip of some man today. I wanted to call him a guy, but that didn’t suit him. He was kinda old. But not the veins-and-wrinkles-in-the-neck kind of old. So we’ll just call him The man. So the man was talking about something I had an interest in. And he didn’t

Young, free and alive.

As an adult, losing the ability to dream is easy. And regaining it is way harder.  I was reading something on a lady doing Bikozulu’s writing masterclass, and she said something very interesting.  When she retires in a few years time, she wants to start baking. And as of now, she has absolutely no idea