Levels. What levels? For whom? It’s 11pm as I type this and there’s drag racing in my neighbourhood in Durban. I hear engines revving and tyres screeching. Curfew? They don’t care. In fact, I have[…]
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Levels. What levels? For whom? It’s 11pm as I type this and there’s drag racing in my neighbourhood in Durban. I hear engines revving and tyres screeching. Curfew? They don’t care. In fact, I have[…]
My biggest fear about being pregnant the second time was that it would not be as easy as the first time. I was correct. Boy oh boy! Perhaps the most apt phrase for a mother[…]
“Hugging, shaking hands and kissing are things of the past.” And with those words; President Cyril Ramaphosa opened up the proverbial can of worms. It was the nudge I needed to write this post. These[…]
Day 41, going on 42. I’m cracking; like that delicate crack that emerges at the top of the cake while baking in the oven. As poetic as it sounds, it’s painful. I don’t have the[…]