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Don’t Believe the Hype (Men)

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In life we come across many categories of people. They can all serve one positive purpose or another, especially if we categorize them correctly. What might appear to be a negative relationship can have positive benefits and vice versa. It has a lot to do with awareness, consciousness and intentionality. Today we are exploring three groups of persons – the zombies, the rulers and the frantic fanatics.   There are those who are physically present but mentally absent – they really do not care about what you are doing, why you are doing it or how it...

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The Day After Today: Tomorrow

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Sometimes you have a bad day, a bad week or a bad month that feels like it is stretching on for eternity. It might appear that the sky is falling all around you and shelter, safety and stability are a distant memory. Sometimes it is a gradual process, it might be a situation where there is decay in your structure with bricks falling one by one and rising damp creeping up on you. Other times it may seem to all cave in at once, like a bad set that was poorly constructed. In whichever way...

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My Single Story (Part 1): Snowstorms and an Awareness of the Colour Black

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'I’m done with this town! I’m done with this school! I’m done with this toxic environment. I cannot stand the negativity or the racism.' This was my closing argument when I decided to transfer universities after two years in the middle of nowhere, USA. I was tired of people commenting on what “good English” I spoke, especially because “good English” is not proper English. Every time they said it the editor within me cringed a little more. I was tired of being reduced to a colour - black. I was also tired of them asking me...

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The Audition for a New Life

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Natasha was nervous. This was unusual for her. Her palms were sweaty, her make-up felt like it was caking and her armpits were prickly. She had given countless presentations to boardrooms full of corporate execs. She had commanded the room and convinced those of the worth of what she was saying. She could accredit her extreme career rise from intern to junior associate in record time to the fact that they bought into almost every pitch and presentation she made. The company recognized Natasha's talent, increasingly gave her more responsibility and as she succeeded and progressed...

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Chase Your Dreams

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Shout it from the mountain tops But whisper it in the congregation The purpose is not validation And popular opinion does not grant accreditation . Sing it to your soul in the early morn Feed it with dedication But hasten not to take out adverts It needs no orientation . Build the dream not the team Close your ears to the naysayers Tick the items off your list Open your heart to the prayers . You can achieve Even when it feels crowded The vision will become clear Even though initially shrouded . Don’t let distractions prevail Don’t pick up the heaviness Dig a little deeper within Soon you will strike success . Do what your heart tells you Build what...

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Once Upon a December Too

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"Bubbles lets have a fresh start. I'm going to come in a day early for the reunion. We really have a lot to talk about. And decide."   I shook my head to still the frantic butterflies and began to think back on how far we had come. Or rather, how far I had come since Anton. My mind went back to when we first met…   It was the summer of 2006 and I decided to do summer school instead of heading off to Europe with my friends. That was when I met him. Best and worst decision...

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Once Upon a December (Part 1)

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December's phone vibrated in her bag. Two sharp vibrations. This was the notification she had set for her old personal email. She barely got messages on there after all. With an address like 'DecemberDarling1906@me.com' she didn’t expect messages from there. She had come a long way since her childish carefree teenage years where she dotted her i's with hearts and used playful terminology across social media platforms.   She adeptly maneuvered her SUV into her parking space in front of her apartment complex, put the car in park, and fished into her dark leather tote bag. She...

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Teaching Women to Aspire to Marriage

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'Be strategic about your dreams Don’t just wake up and start doing anything You must dream with your future in mind You must consider everything How does a husband fit into this? And what about your kids? You must ask yourself these questions Before you begin to dream   You must dream responsibly You cannot simply do what you like Don’t undertake anything That will sabotage you becoming a wife   Are you sure you want to be a pilot? You will always be flying around How can you run the race? When your feet are never on the ground? Where will the man even see you When you’re always on the fly? And even...

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Till Death Do Us Part (3 of 3)

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The church was beautifully decorated. The white and pink lilies strewn all down the aisle filled the air with a sweet scent. The pews were filled with loved ones and friends. The piano played softly in the background.   I held my long flowing gown in my right hand and the cordless microphone in my left. My eyes welled with tears. I was overcome with emotions. I looked out at the sea of guests, dressed in pale pretty colors. I let my own lilac dress pool around my feet as I used the back of my hand...

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Till Death Do Us Part (2)

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Eventually I identified the continuous thud as someone knocking on my front door. I hurriedly checked my phone and realized I had three missed calls – all from TJ. That’s what the beeping noise had been - call waiting. The blood drained from my face and my heart started racing. TJ hated to be kept waiting. I leaped off the bed and raced for the front door…   “Good morning darling,” I nervously chirped as I yanked open the door. TJ was standing there in khaki shorts and a white button down shirt impatiently tapping his leg.   “Hey...

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