“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. My name is Gill Rennie. On behalf of the crew I would like to welcome you aboard to flight Writing and Editing 3, for the second semester.”
Boarding this flight at the beginning of the semester, I had so many worries and expectations about the journey ahead. Would Captain Gill take us through a swift flight or would there be turbulence like the first semester flight? Would connection flight Grocott’s Mail be waiting at the next stop for us? Would I have to acquaint myself with the nearest exits for this flight? Who was I kidding; there were no exits this far into the Rhodes University journalism journey. I had made it this far, so I would just have to acquaint myself with the bracing position instead; get on my knees and pray when the going got tough. Nonetheless, I had so many questions and I needed answers quickly for my own safety!
For my Live Tweeting event, I decided to go to Mustard Seed in Peppergrove Mall, where they were hosting a talk by a Homeopath.
Dr. Chiquita Vosloo, addressed a room full of women on Tuesday 28 October 2014 about tissue salts and their varying benefits to the human body.
It was interesting to note that the audience were only females. Not that the notice/ advert banned men, but it seemed interesting that only women would want to attend a talk about the human body’s natural functions. However, all the women in attendance (except myself and my classmate Siphokazi) were middle-aged, and seemed to be house wives and mothers. This makes more sense then, because women are seen to be the care-givers and nurturers within families. So they need to be equipped with the knowledge of healing and taking care of their families.
Endings and Beginnings – A Story of Healing
Author: Redi Tlhabi
Publisher: Jacana Media
“Mabegzo’s place in my life is an uncomfortable space. The hypocrisy of my feelings for him has mauled my emotions for many years. I would think of him and my heart would swell with warmth, longing and regret and, immediately, disgust at myself for feeling this way. This would be followed by making excuses for myself: I was a little girl, I did not know, I was mourning my father and perhaps responded to the first male who showed me any kindness and warmth.”
Teen pregnancy in South Africa is all too common. Even though Ntemogisang Motsewabone is no longer a teenager by definition, she is still a child to her family. To them she is yet another statistic of young motherhood and unplanned pregnancy.
While scrolling through my Facebook timeline I noticed a link to a blog, so obviously with my curiosity I clicked and found myself on the following page https://www.facebook.com/citychicksjournals
City Chicks Journal is a virtual story series/diary-like series. It is purely fiction. The story follows the journey and cosmopolitan lifestyle of women and men juggling between careers, relationships, spiritual and emotional issues. The main character is Khanyisa, a woman in her late twenties, single mother and survivor of all sorts.
I will not lie, after reading the first entry of the series, I was hooked! It became a daily ritual of mine to read at least two posts a day and to journey with Khanyisa through her life experiences. The storyline starts well but over time, it gets too complicated and confusing.
Sourced from Gorata Chengeta’s Facebook page
I’ve been scrolling around on WordPress for blogs that are similar to mine, I came across Gorata Chengeta’s blog; Go rata: to love. Gorata is also a Rhodes Journalism student but doesn’t do Wring and Editing as her specialisation. I still fai to understand why. Yes she’s good with words, al’right.
I read through some of her posts and was struck by the following post http://gorahtah.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/womens-day-celebrating-mid-battle/.
I like Gorata’s honesty in her posts, and this one is no different. She posted it on Women’s Day as a commemoration but then she soon gets down to the reality of things.She mentions how we celebrate women for this one day, but reality is that the next day it all goes back to the way it has always been. Women struggling to be recognised as equals. Even her ease with words is clear when reading her posts. Succinct, clean, crisp and you still follow and understand with ease.
I quote her, “for me, freedom will come when being a woman is like being left-handed: when it’s just another way of being.”
One can tell that she is writing about what she is most passionate about in this post, and I think in that way our blogs are similar. I write about what inspires me on a day-to-day basis and the thoughts that I sometimes think are just ramblings but yet they are of importance, just like Gorata’s writings.
Her blog is definitely worth the read.
My day has officially been enlightened! This just made my day. I remember reading this quote from somewhere when I was about 13. I had no real understanding of it then, but I sure knew I liked what it said.
Today in the middle of my busy day, I decided to Google search some ‘pick-me-up’ quotes to get me to want to continue this academic race. There it was! Waiting for me to rediscover it.
Reading this makes me feel like I have finally come home like the Prodigal Son, who had lost his way. This is me right now with all the academic pressures I’m facing, so reading this has allowed me to come back to my senses and centre myself.
Compared to the 13 year old girl, I now understand what this quote is telling me. I am destined for greatness but I am my own worst enemy. I hide behind fear, like most humans do, and opportunity and time pass me by. No more!