Reading Thoughts: Let the light in

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!

Minister Maphatsoe playing ‘I Spy With My Little Eye’

Deputy Minister of Defence and Military Veterans, Kebby Maphatsoe is at it again with his character assassinations! This time around, Public Protector Thuli Madonsela was the victim.

Maphatsoe, known very well for his constant character assassinations towards people he deems to be opposing the ANC or President Zuma. The likes of Julius Malema and Ronnie Kasrils, both former ANC leadership have been subject to this .

So I created a Storify, that will help those who haven’t been following this sadly circus-like act. I thought to give it a fun commentary-like atmosphere as I was keeping track of the story throughout the week. Click here for more.

Why I Write: On Being a Writer

One of the first clear memories I have is of reading.

When I was about four years old I went through that “why?” phase that so many children have, and my parents well almost always, without fail, would try to entertain my inquisitive mind with their simplified version of answers. It was all very exciting back then; first came the ABC song and then learning how to string letters together.

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