We were parents to two beautiful children, who are in their late teens now, but were only seven and nine years old when I walked out. I travelled
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Here’s To The Crazy Ones. There’s something incredibly sexy about following a route you’ve carved for.
“ Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers. The round pegs in square holes. The ones who see things differently. They are not fond of rules, and they have no respect
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My Womb Is Not A Farm!
Clearly, there is something that I must be missing here, what is this obsession with my womb, or the contents thereof? Over the past twelve months, I have received no less than five offers from men, some of whom I was romantically linked to at some point, or ones who I have met recently, who have asked me to bare them an offspring. My assertion on this matter
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Forgiveness Takes Time. Healing is not an overnight process. Wounds will reopen, wounds will close
Billy Chapata once said, “Healing is not an overnight process. Wounds will reopen, wounds will close, but always allow yourself to feel what you feel, it’s okay.” We are consumed by the idea that negative emotions aren’t
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Life Through A Young Black Man Over The Weekend.
The average upwardly mobile young black male in this decade can live a social life that, to the unsuspecting, can seem quite contradictory and marked by stark contrasts of influences, circumstances, means and social structure. Let’s look at a weekend in the life of Skhumba. It’s nearly 4pm on Friday, and he has spent
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6 Tips on How To Successfully Work From Home
I work from home every single day and with our temporary world climate that’s going to be a growing reality for a lot of people. For some this may be new and daunting and you might wonder how to structure your day. Here are my 6 tips of how I successfully work from home and manage to get a lot of things done
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The Struggles of This Dating Thing. Who Pays The Bill On A Date?
A gentle brother recently asked for the pleasure of my company, I indicated that I’d let him know when I had the capacity and that was that. It came as quite a surprise when one afternoon he rang me and insisted on seeing me that same evening at a place of my liking, so I
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Love Is A Journey: 11 Days of Love and Tar (Part 5)
Its NEW YEARS EVE. 2016! We wake up bright and early, enjoy a quick and dirty two star hotel breakfast before we head from Bulawayo to Victoria Falls Town. A quant little town on the border between Zimbabwe and Zambia. It’s home to one side of the Majestic “Mosi Wa Tunya”, as its called by locals, meaning The Smoke That Thunders.
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We Leave Because We Can No Longer Breathe. At Our Year-End Party, My Boss Kissed Me.
At our year-end party, my boss kissed me. I left the dance floor and went to the bathroom, and he followed me into the bathroom. There were people on the dance floor and in the bathroom but I suppose no witnesses: there is a
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Love Is A Journey: 11 Days of Love and Tar (Part 4)
It’s the 30th of December 2016. All along our plan was to ride from Jozi through the Groblersdaal Border into Botswana, passing through both Palapye and then quickly onto Francistown where we would eat lunch, then head onto the border between Zimbabwe and Botswana. This would lead us into Bulawayo, the capital