Opinions are like noses, everyone has one.

This expression is rather very true. Every individual is allowed to have an opinion. Yes! It’s a basic human freedom after all, freedom of speech. This is not a problem at all.

In recent times the issue of freedom of speech and power to express one’s opinion is becoming rather “over glorified… (IN MY OPINION). Fine, you have an opinion. Okay let’s hear it. You share it… the problem comes in now.

The problem is simple, it’s usually overlooked but its real. This huge problem I am talking about is basically about JUDGING people. In the quest to express opinions some individuals turn to express harsh judgements on issues which are sometimes really none of their business. Oh Yes! I said it. I said what you have been trying to avoid. That thought that you have been forcefully trying to elude from your mind has been laid bare. Too many people are turning into judges.

Every individual has faults. Of course, some individuals will say, that’s just human nature. If you consent with the fact that we all have faults, then why judge? Why will you want to make an individual feel bad about something which they already don’t feel so proud of? Why will anybody decide to turn themselves into a huge judge and go around judging everybody? Excuse me, but let me just remind you that you are not perfect. No one is supposed to consider themselves as being better than somebody because they sin differently from them. The fact that you steal a pen does not make you less of a sinner because someone else murdered. The fact that you feel that no one has seen you doesn’t mean you have done no wrong. The point is that nobody is perfect, no one can be and no one will be. Why can’t we just accept that the way it is?

Okay that is enough for now and I am sorry if it feels like I am lashing out or I am being too harsh. I just feel it was about time I addressed this issue of “mis-expressed opinions” because it is just too much. I am definitely tired of it and I know we all are too.

Remember, don’t think you are in a good position to judge someone because you sin differently from them. All sin is sin.





Today I sit and ponder about the name Easter. I can’t help but ask the question which I know has been hitting at the back of the minds of several individuals. Has the season or celebration lost its meaning?

Growing up I was nurtured into believing that Easter, was celebrated to show that Jesus, the son of God, had died and resurrected for my sin. I was told to go to church on a Friday to “mourn” his death and on Sunday, to “celebrate” his resurrection. I was told that Christ died to save me from sin. I was told that Jesus came to bring men back to God. However, no one told me about the Easter bunny. The bible that I have come to believe in never mentioned anything about chocolate eggs, or a treasure hunt.

Now this is not to say that I am against the idea of a little celebration here and there. What I am saying is that in our quest to celebrate, let’s not forget the true reason for the season. Let’s not ignore the pain He suffered on the cross of Calvary for our sins. Instead, just as we teach our children about the Easter bunny and about how to decorate a lovely egg, let’s also teach them how to read the bible, pray to God and work towards their salvation. Let’s remind our children that Christ was wounded for our transgressions as well as theirs. That way we will be truly celebrating the season holistically.

Don’t forget to:




To your dear father

Everyday for his GLORIOUS death and amazing



The issue of identity I must say is not one that is new to the world.However some individuals still do not understand the idea that your identity is unique to you and therefore should be upheld.

Being a YOUNG, BLACK, FEMALE, it is safe to say that my chances would have been extremely limited a couple of years ago. Even in some cases, although there is and continues to be a lot of talk about equality, my chances are still limited. But am  I to say that because of this ideology,  which mind you, has been etched in the far part of my not so black cerebral hemisphere, I would not try to pursue my goals?

Okay…not to digress from the issue at hand but I want to ask a question here?  When do you feel most fulfilled?    Do you feel fulfilled  when you are forcefully trying to act like something you are not? Do you smile when you know that you are actually killing yourself for a culture, a people who will still disregard you because you are not like them?  Or, will you be happy, content, elated even dare I say blessed to be your true self and know that although everyone may not necessarily accept you for who you are, you are still content.

Okay….Back to the issue at hand. According to Wikipedia, identity is the conception, qualities, beliefs, and expressions that make a person or group different from others.This description clearly states that identity makes individuals different from others. If so, why are some individuals trying to hide their identities? Why are people suddenly ashamed of who they were born to be? Why have people started caring so much about the colour of their skin?

I will like to ask another very important question to all individuals who think that their identity has created  a large chasm between themselves and success. Have other individuals with the “same” identity  not made it? Are these people better than any of us?…Oh I can hear all the “oos” and “aahs” and “everyone is differents.” I can see the question marks on your faces. But guess what this is the truth. Others have made it and so can we.

We are all created for success. We are all created to make the world a better place. There are enough aids around us which are supposed to help us achieve our goals. Your identity instead of being a stumbling block, should be a stepping stone. You should make the best out of who you are and forget about what others are saying. Socrates was called “an immoral corrupter of youth.” Thomas Edison’s teachers said he was “too stupid to learn anything.” Michael Jordan was cut from his school basketball team. Stan Smith was rejected as a ball boy for a Davis Cup tennis match because he was “too awkward and clumsy.” All these individuals are seen as heroes today.

Enough said. The ball is in your court now. Remember that your identity instead of being a stumbling block, should be a stepping stone.



Inconsolable, Inconsiderate, Undeniable

My heart does its own turnover at the sound.

Constant, desperate craving.
Yet you remain untouchable.

So I gazed at you from afar,
I never wanted to take you this far.
But this opportunity was too good to be true
It felt like nature’s own given cue.

Then, I knew
my search was over.

My long walk had ended-not in freedom, not in victory-
far from that.

With an element of pain,
I was met with reality
Such incredible yet perplexing anxiety

Like the clock ticked…
One, three, midnight, midday.
and now I hold the receiver in my hand
I stare at it
I smile.



Indeed I was told,

in fact warned.

No! No! I was severely cautioned about that topic,


But did I listen?

I doubt.


I was told that the heart of man could never be understood.

It was said that no psychologist could ever interpret it.

However, I persisted.

I progressed.


I was told to be careful,

To be wise.

To look left and right

Before I trust.

But NO!


Then came the blow

About three, four times in a row,

I fell, I fell hard.

Did I rise? I do not know.


What I know though is that now

I am sure, I have fallen,

I have learnt.


I know that I will watch.

Indeed watch every step.


The next time I underestimate THE HEART OF MAN.




Friendship a sinking ship(1)


Days gone by,


I lie in bed

Just waiting for the moment of truth.


Minutes pass…

One, five, fifteen…


I pick my cellphone

Now the only connection I have to the rest of the world

I check my messages.



Wow! I whisper to myself.

So no one will at least text to enquire about a sister.

Well, that’s fine I suppose.


I feel hurt,

I feel sad.

This whole new friendship phenomenon

It makes me mad.


“Friends” whose friendships end the moment they walk out the door.

“Friends” who really can’t be bothered to know you more.

“Friends” who just tend to ignore.


But well, that’s just my view…



Not suppressed.





Hemmed In

flower-picturesThat night.

That night when that somewhat unwanted feeling crept and stealthily found its way into my soul.

That night.

That night when that nostalgic fray of emotions suddenly swept through my being and decided to swallow my heart.

That night.

That night when my heart wandered around the forest and felt like the insects roaming-not free

That night

That night when loneliness suddenly decided to find me.