So yesterday I saw a poster. It was a white woman, sitting in zen and a white light surrounding her from the background. It said: 'reconnect with your spirit' It is in me...the word 'white', as a very strong world of power. To declare peace, is to declare conformity to a white flag guided in the … Continue reading Day 5: White, am i.
Happy Easter to those celebrating! Hehehe, although for me, I didn't celebrate this year. Why? Well, I'll tell you 🙂 Firstly, because I am away from home. Like no lie, home anchors down a lot of things but the further away I am, the more me I become, and I like that. I decide what … Continue reading Fast & Furious Easter
It's only April guys, but 2017 so far as been DR-A-MATIC! From not getting my previous dorm room, to having linoleum flooring, to hijackings and theft (and random dorm room black outs "I fear for my pc! Goodness...". It's been hectic only 4 months in. I don't know... I feel like the first thing we … Continue reading Day 2: 2017 is full of surprises (literally!)
Ever have the need to start a blog? And just type out your mind? But then get to the screen and keyboard just to decide you need to take a break first. So you lie down for a "quick" nap. Only to awake the next day. New day, new responsibilities, procrastination round 365 (disgraceful facepalm)... … Continue reading Day 1: Writer Lust
I don't fear death of my body Life away from this controlling world I fear death of my creativity I fear becoming paralysed by the money aspiration of this world I fear that their good intentions may mean the death of me…of me A death from which I may never be able to rise from … Continue reading Note 7: Another kind of Death
A mind so feeble Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated Like the grains Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge, Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers A grain of sand, is the feeble mind. -Natache
Awakened. Questioning. Undoing. Releasing. Understanding. Releasing. Rebuilding. Representing...You PROVOKE! Finding you, yourself of the inner ancestral past, locked within the DNA of your soul, a fabric of well preserved threading, only you can understand. -Natache
English words in South African accents, latest western hit music and the sound of footsteps...incoming and outbound...fill the ambience of the eatery I have chosen to spend my spare hour...or two. I am seated at a bright red booth meant for 6...I asked the waiter for one...I guess my backpack gets a seat then. I hear … Continue reading Note 3: Eating out
Autumn, 2013, at a UKZN Campus.