Ulfiltered Me

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

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

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.

The world doesn’t need more perfection; it needs more kindness, more authenticity, and more love – the freedom to just be.

Women need to lead authentically in order to break down the barriers of inequality that still exist in the corporate landscape.

As the month of February closed and a new season has sprung, I am left reflecting on love, particularly the everyday kind – that just is.

Our relationship with food reflects much more than hunger; it mirrors our self-esteem, emotions, and the societal pressures we face.

It's equally important to focus on raising kind, generous, and graceful girls who can become women that match modern men.

A poem to my love for his 46th birthday.

A guide to embracing your imperfectly-perfect, authentic self.

In her friendship with Rooshanee Naicker, Sharon Naidoo found someone willing to hold space for her to be her true authentic self.

With a vast sea of social media changing the way we consume information, Gen X and Z are trying to find their way back to purpose.

Uchi taught me that when we share our stories with the people we love, we are growing and evolving in society.

How to find the meaning of life – a reflection on the experiences that have brought me to this moment.

Throughout my life, people have told me I never listen and always do what I want. Some say it with kindness, and others with arrogance. My dad often tells the story of when I was around five years old and I saw a doll that I wanted. It was expensive and my dad had offered me everything else in the shop, but I was set on getting that doll. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t upset, nor did I cry and make demands. Instead, I walked out of the shop happy and dreaming, I would get it on

In this blog, I am going to talk about all the chapters that have made up my life, so far, revealing the things women daren’t share.