Strength was measured by how much discomfort I could endure emotionally and mentally. The more I could endure, the stronger I was viewed…until I was seen as indestructible. I did not begin to refute the “strong black woman” label until I was in my late twenties. To me being viewed as indestructible felt like a mark of success.
I met Elisabeth more than ten years ago when we both lived in South Africa. It was through social media that we reconnected again and when the idea for this piece came about, Elisabeth was one of the first people that came to mind. As a black woman, I have come to the realisation that… Continue reading Our Ancestors Wildest Dreams: Elisabeth Tubajika
The smile on my face... plastered. How is lockdown going for you? Over the past three weeks, I have gone through ALL the emotions, and none of them have involved much productivity. There's a strange thought that started spreading across mainstream social media channels that this is a time to learn a new skill whether… Continue reading The New Normal
I’ve been playing around a lot more with make-up. Part of it is because I’ve always loved make-up, and the other part is because I find that playing with make-up is a great outlet for my nerves that get so tied up in a knot because of work and family responsibilities. This weekend I tried… Continue reading Look of the Day: Pink Happiness
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope… Continue reading Start Again
I apologise for the click baity title however I am hoping that if you clicked on the link, you’ll stay and read this post. I have set for myself a target to run a marathon...forty two kilometres (yikes!!!) in order to raise funds for POWA, an organisation that helps & empowers women who have been… Continue reading Black, Fat & Living with HIV
It seems as though there's a new diet almost every single day. If you’re a 90s baby you’ll remember the Atkins diet, the South Beach diet, the Blood-Type diet, the Zone diet, the list is endless. One of the reasons why I’ve never stuck to any of these diets is because I don’t like being… Continue reading In review: intermittent fasting
There’s nothing that has changed my life more than the passing of my sister. She was my best friend, she was straightforward, had the best advice and when she hugged me, she would always go over my 5 second limit. I’m so glad that in her last days, I got to tell her that I… Continue reading Live, laugh, cry, repeat.
Aunty* just turned 60… Simmer on that. Yes, my eyes popped out too! I was about six months late on watching Black Panther. While I understood the cultural significance of Black Panther, I am not one of those people who will rush to the cinema for new releases. When I finally watched it, I left… Continue reading Arms like aunty a.k.a black, female & strong