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MAYBE I SHOULD NOT HAVE ATTENDED

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Oh, well, you know how sometimes braais,  or end-of-year parties, go. If you have never been to any, make sure you do. There is happiness, arguments, fights and this and that, but what matters at the end of everything is the happiness among the people there. The arguments and fights tend to often lead to unity! People often believe that an introvert person like me can never be associated with big crowds, but here is the thing; it depends who I am with and where I am! Sometime in November 2022, I attended my second end-of-year braai ever in life. My first was when I was 14 years old. I was with my sister and brother, so I could not enjoy drinking alcohol since I was young and had to steal it.   Last year’s braai was something else. I remember traveling a day before from my place to where we were supposed to the departure point the following day. I could not stop thinking about the journey. All that was running through my mind was the fun we would have, the drinking we would do and

I GAVE UP

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I gave up. there it is, I just said it! Judge me, call me a coward, or whatever you want but I just had had enough,  and I gave up! I know many will question why, and what I gave up. Motivational speakers and quotes will be surprised that after so many times of advising a lot of people not to give up, I completely did the opposite.   "Wake up, dust yourself and continue with the journey. Giving up is not an option", I always hear them saying, so I am here thinking that that is one of their favourite quotes. Honestly, I sometimes feel like giving up is the best decision one could take. A decision of just letting things go in order to create a new space for other things or people, clear decisions that were engulfed by the old ones and broader understanding of what they really want in life. Let us remember that when one door closes, another better one opens. So do not be afraid to give up. Do not force things, do not stay where you are unhappy, being hurt because you are

SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE BROO

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I couldn't help it when I saw the tent full of people. I didn't know what to do – cry out openly or just remain sad – but reality kicked in that you were no more. A day before, I climbed that mountain, that mountain we always talked about. The one that we had to go home and get my cows, remember that? That mountain a lot of people in Timbutini knew by heart and not physically, because you have been telling them about it. Today I’m here, the tent is full, and the words are stunning, what they are saying about you. I am deeply hurt though. Since I came home, I have been a stranger. A stranger as if I never knew you. A stranger as if "Alpha and Omega" never existed. You would have seen how empty our home was, but no matter what, I just left to mourn you where I thought you would be with me in spirit. When everything happened, the drama, the strange looks and everything, made me miss you more than you can imagine because I knew you would take me for a drink, just

WHAT IS YOUR STORY?

"Behind a mask of a clown, lies a trail of tears". In life, everybody has a story to tell, one way or the other, but people have their own stories. Some might have already shared their stories, others might be scared and decide to keep it to themselves, and others have not yet found the softest spot to share it. Either way, one always has a story to tell. Below is a story of a young man, adopted when he was little, He tells his story in an unpleasant place.  My father often told me that, “behind a clown’s mask lies a trail of tears.” Unfortunately, during my younger years, his saying did not make any sense. I could not grasp the true meaning of the phrase. As I grew up, hearing him saying it again and again, I began to learn the true meaning of it. He went on and said “Son, the world is a stage, so go on and make your own story". Yes, it is true! In prison one has plenty of time to think about what one would have done with their lives. I tell you, one can do anything to

DON'T CHOOSE FOR THEM, LET THEM TO BE!

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Picture courtesy: Toy Ideas I know many people will disagree with me when I say allow your kids to be free, open-minded and to choose their paths in life. Others will ask and say, "how is that possible?". Maybe others will even say "not my kid!" Well, here is the thing, I am not talking about the obvious things that parents, elder siblings or guardians should provide to their kids, like discipline, teaching them to respect others, etc! I am not saying that you should not give directions or guide either, but mbonise – guide them. Everyone makes decisions about their lives, and they need support. That also applies to children. So, before I confuse you, my point is not on the general stuff, but mainly on career choices at a young age. It is important to expose your kid to different career choices at a young age, because this is where they show their strengths and capabilities, likes and dislikes, interests and personalities, etc. Kids can show their talents th

HOW I BEGAN MY 2023

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Just by looking at the above statement, I am sure your mind is trying to bring back some of your memories of your whereabouts on New Year’s Eve, and your heart beats faster knowing that you might regret some of the things you did during those final few hours on the 31 st. . Others might be wishing they could go back to that day and enjoy it all over again because of the enjoyment and happiness they experienced. Well, I am not here to be judgmental on what one did on the midnight of 31 st of December 2022, though it would have been great to hear people’s stories in this regard! The drama, the chaos, the juicy stories, the things one wish they should not have done and all of that, yes, I wish to hear it all. My 2023 began at Sihhohhweni, a place located in the Manzini region, eSwatini/Swaziland. It is a greenly rural area, especially in summer, surrounded by purely beautiful green mountains. One of those mountains is the famous Mdzimba mountain. This is a community where farming a

Through the window I got my freedom

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Now that I’ve got your full attention, I know you’re asking yourself how a window helped me get my freedom. Well, it is not what you may be thinking, but actually something slightly different, something more dramatic than it sounds. It is what it is! My siblings and I were raised by a single mother, a primary school teacher. My mother taught the first grade, while my siblings attended various upper classes in the same school. At 4-years-old, I was too young to go to school. Since my mother and siblings all went to school, I was often left behind in the house, just one of the few in the teachers’ quarters next to the school. I would be all alone in the house, spending most of my time watching TV, playing different games – that ended up boring the childhood life out of me – and sleeping. It may seem disturbing, but I was not a chaotic child. I guess that’s why my mother trusted me to the extent of leaving me all alone in the house. During break time though, my elder sister would