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I started studying psychology (a very slow start, module one of twenty four...) this year as a passion degree. I love peoples stories, understanding how we come to being us, why we sometimes believe more in others than ourselves; enhancing the stress of acting in an unnatural or uncomfortable ways. Today, while doing my topic on Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s disease — two diseases where, in simple layman’s terms, brain cells begin to die where treatments may help navigate sympt

Happy Women's Day, South Africa. There are songs that are just your north star. For me, two of those have kept me grounded for my forever: one that holds my motherhood like a promise, and one that gives me permission to be every version of myself. On Women’s Day I hold both truths up — the weight and the freedom — and say plainly: this is my life, my choices, my quiet courage. My Single‑Mum Anthem Being a single mum is dual citizenship. My single‑mother vibe. Clean Bandit’s

No poems. No tears. No stories. Just the collateral damage. I’ve been sitting with the question of whether the end justifies the means — whether the greater good is sometimes simply freedom. Freedom from something that became suffocating. Freedom from a dynamic that no longer served a coherent future. Freedom from the daily court of two articulate debaters talking and talking, circling the same trial that never ended. I understand it, because I felt it too. The endless bicker

We were an unlikely fit from the start — the city‑sleek boy and the nerdy farm girl. I was the dream your mother hoped you’d choose, and perhaps the fear mine prayed I wouldn’t. Bad boys and nerdy girls rarely make sense, but sometimes the puzzle only works because the pieces are opposite. And so we held hands and fitted our edges. You called me the chaos of change. I called you the comfort of familiarity. You said I was independent. I said you were spoilt. You spoke of who y

There are endings that arrive with conversations, tears, explanations, and closure. And then there are endings that arrive the way a storm does — sudden, unannounced, and indifferent to the damage left behind. Scrolling on a Friday evening, I notice the cover change, the picture change, and then the status change. No conversation. No phone call. No explanation. Three and a half years later — after walking out of every hell smiling — we end through digital erasure. I asked mys

Happy two years twenty‑four moons circling the sky, since the day I walked in hopeful, quietly managing expectations shaped by disappointments that taught me not to dream too far ahead. I told myself: no effort, no fantasy, be straight, be present let truth arrive before longing. Love is a strange creature: the greatest joy, the deepest tragedy, all because we seek it. It reveals itself only to the pure, the kind, the gentle to the soul who learns to heal themselves before o

Today we are here, wandering how we got here. Lady Time is a beautiful gift for she reveals the destiny of truth.

We’ve been on edge, life is changing. We're holding on for safety, grabbing railings and batting down hatches - why I ask?

My lust for love. I asked so many an hour, I asked when my eyes filled and tears flowed, I asked when my heart cried and my soul yearned. I asked, why not for me?

I didn’t feel like myself all this while, You didn’t feel like you too, for maybe we knew storm clouds were gathering.

And in an instant, her heart was full, for he fell in love with her…

You walked so sure, and knew too quickly, Like you’d planned what needed to be said; You took your stance and got us drinks, Never captured by my gaze.

Where do I start? You dropped me, like it was so easy and fine. It hurt because you had things to do. You say I am the light, stars to your dark moon, but you dropped me so easily, as if it were nothing.

I love you… I always knew I did not know, A wanderer learning as she goes, Never knowing the cost of her learning.

How many of you grew up enchanted by Disney princesses? Perhaps it was their beautiful dresses, magical adventures, or the happily-ever-afters! These stories shaped our early understanding of love, courage, and what it means to be a successful woman. But as grown women navigating careers, relationships, and the complexities of modern life, we can look back at these characters with fresh eyes.

Every day we strive for perfection and greatness. But, credibility is gained by showing up consistently for the things that matter most to us, even when it gets tough.

The journey for women in leadership remains challenging, with many of us facing pressure to conform to traditional leadership styles.

I stopped and took a breath; I stopped to breathe. I took a breath to see my truths; I took a breath to not become The hamsters on the wheel all around me. I took a breath as fires are being set alight; I took a breath because I didn’t know how To let you in without losing a bit of me.

A young girl knew love - The pride of a father, the warmth of a grandpa, the excitement of uncles, the naughtiness of cousins...

Paris in Spring is still; but my heart is wide awake.