You. Yes, you. You do realise They are watching you, Right? Some stare. Others throw a cursory glance. Either way, They will judge you. No matter what, They will form opinions About you. Damned if[…]
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Tag: Writing
Going back to square one
This is a continuation of a previous post/chapter. You can read it here. Red Roses Then, as if the pull of gravity finally aligned itself, her eyelids glided down. Her eyes were closed, but her[…]
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Red Roses
Her head throbbed. After months, she was suffering with a nagging migraine. The whirlwind of the past finally weighed down on her. She sank into the pillow. Soft, dreamy… but it was not for her.[…]
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Living inside my mind
Hope. Sometimes flickers of hope, Sometimes a majestic rainbow of hope, With different hues to colour my mind. But, always, it is hope. Without hope, there is no ambition. The status quo shall remain. Hope[…]
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Imagined Enemies
Imagined enemies Are nowhere greater, Than in your own head. That voice of doom Telling you that you cannot, When you know you can. The voice that restrains you, And keeps you in check, When[…]
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Untitled
I think it’s time I try, It’s where this love affair began, after all. But what if I have forgotten? What if it doesn’t flow? I know there’s no formula, It doesn’t have to rhyme,[…]
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Published!
Yesterday, my open letter to the matric class of 2017 was published in the Pietermaritzburg-based The Witness newspaper in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. I’m a former SABC radio journalist and spent over 15 years on air.[…]
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My giant leap of faith in 2017
Procrastination. It’s never been my thing. As a journalist, I have always been driven by deadlines. Get the story now, or someone else will get it. That was ingrained in my mind. No second thoughts.[…]
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