The muses seem to be smiling on me in 2020. Second one within a month. Please have a look (and any feedback, whether complimentary or critical, will be most welcome and appreciated).


It’s been a while since I’ve been this honest on paper.

My entire adult struggle in a few lines..

You made me love you

To celebrate my 5 year WordPress anniversary, I’ve finally finished my 14th poem.

Comments and criticisms are most welcome 💖

Let’s be honest

Some of my thoughts on the violent situation in RSA right now

Lessons for the Living

My week started with this lesson: life is short, and there is absolutely no guarantee that we will meet one another again tomorrow…

Challenges – Part 3: 30 Day Challenge

New post – challenges part 3

Inky Impressions

If you’re human, food forms a part of every aspect of your life. We eat to live, to celebrate, to commiserate, to soothe. We use food to fuel not only our bodies, but our emotions as well. We basically live to eat.

Then you wake up one day and you have two asses, three chins, creaky knees, and a bakery on your back…and a very shitty body image, in addition to the other emotional baggage life forces you to carry. And as nice as that ice-cream or chocolate cake tasted every time you took a bite, thinking that it would distract you from or take away whatever pain you were feeling, all you ended up doing was causing yourself more pain.

Food was very much an emotional panacea for me. Till this day, it is ridiculously easy for me to drown myself in a vat of mint choc-chip ice-cream. But…

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