13 September 2016


I saw a homeless woman
bathe on the street today

She calmly disrobed
as if in a luxury private suite
Scars on display for all to see

The women around me
tutted at the inconvenience of her

How dare she put herself on display

The bus turned the corner
and the conversation returned
to middle class apathy

24 July 2016

Return of the blogger

It has been such a long time since I’ve blogged here. I am not promising a revival either.


I didn’t even complete my own 52 week challenge, because, you know, shit happens. And I suck at challenges. Sometimes, writing in public spaces puts pressure on for a certain kind of content, and, once one starts gaining readers, the pressure to continuously deliver content is hard. It also, for me, removes the ability to write freely. To work around this, I simply blogged, albeit sporadically, somewhere else. I’d like to reclaim this space again, but, no promises.


The last post I made here cryptically referred to it being my last trip to Cape Town. I left my best ever employer at the end of November after a series of decisions made in possibly the wrong frame of mind. I returned to best ever employer at the beginning of January after a series of apologies and possibly better decisions. This means I am travelling again, but not quite as frequently as before. Since returning, I have been to Cape Town three times, Lisbon (Portugal) once, Abuja (Nigeria) once, and I am currently in Seattle. I am feeling a lot more positive about everything, even though I kick myself on occasion for making the decision to leave in the first place. Sometimes, we need to make bad decisions to appreciate the good moments.


Our best friends left us at the end of last year for different shores. This changed a couple of things in our lives. For starters, it meant our friends were no longer a couple of blocks away, and time with them have moved into a virtual space. I am forever grateful for Skype and WhatsApp.

My bestie left South Africa a long time ago, but it was manageable, because we were already interacting more online than in person before she left. So while I miss her terribly, I could deal with it. Our other best friends we saw weekly in person, so their departure has been hard for both my husband and myself. It has reopened discussions about possible relocation to European shores, and I think we have pretty much decided that we will be pursuing this actively in the near future.


My beautiful boy, Frank, left me for the big catnip patch in the sky a few months ago. My heart is still hurting every day.

I think this is one of the reasons it has been so hard getting back into blogging, especially photo blogging. Because at least 70% of my photos are of him, and I ache every time I browse my photos.

15 November 2015

Forty Six


I had my last business trip this past week and another spectacular week in Cape Town. I will miss visiting here so often.

8 November 2015

Forty Five


We finally had breakfast at The Pudding Shop, the first restaurant I have encountered were you need reservations for breakfast, but I can see why. The food was spectacular.

1 November 2015

Forty Four


My favourite cat in the whole wide world is himself again, which means he has been snuggling with me in the mornings and just generally being cute. It is unfortunate that it has taken some severe dental work to get him back to normal, but all that matters is that he is back and happy once more.

Red heart

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