MPV.....my point of view!

In life, own who you are and live with yourself. My younger sister is pissed off at me for stating that I look out for number one - me! To be honest, I am not apologetic for that statement. We have a strobe light relationship, with myself constantly being the villain. I'm at the point that I care little to justify or defend myself. However, we still share a home, so my nonchalant self then participates in passive aggressive behaviour. Look, I am working on it, one toxic behaviour at a time. The interesting part is that I discovered that I relate to a television character. If you know me by now, I love me some Tyler Perry. Again, many may discredit him due to his role as the 'Madea' character, but the man owns the art of storytelling. Now, I love Tyler Perry movies. The storylines and even acting is so compelling. My challenge though, has been the series. I often feel as if the acting and dialogue are too slow to the point of bad acting. The storylines and drama ar

I ain't got time to be wishing the next person the worst! But people of my race enjoy watching other people suffer. I recall last week's conversation at the hair salon. We discussed the challenges of being black. Our challenge has little to do with the Caucasians or Asians but ourselves. I'm still waiting for the day that we take ownership of screwing up our own economy. I have a dream that geriatric African leaders will own their failures to build legacies for generations to come. But like Martin Luther King, that dream is likely to happen after I'm gone. To quote Chika Onyeani from his book 'Capitalist Nigger', " But rather than address the problems, we resort to blaming the Caucasians, Asians and others for our misfortune. We are not men enough to accept responsibility for our actions. Greed, selfishness, and complacency is a black thing. Mainly greed has destroyed economies, ignited civil unrest, caused havoc in communities, and even divided fam

Every telenovela has to come to an end... ...but with a happy ending! *Warning spoiler alert!* Mios dios! I dramatically cried as Jane and Rafael were enjoying the sunset on their wedding day. Jane  explains the ending of her novel, which is turned into a telenovela. And the typewriter writes, 'THE END'. I now understand my friend's sadness over the finale of this cheesy, yet addictive television series. I have always been a fan of soap operas. I religiously watched South African soapies during my nursing school days. And then when I became a stay-at-home mum, I added the American and Phillipino soapies to the list. When DSTv then introduced a channel for Spanish soapies known as novelas, I was gone. The thing with novelas or telenovelas, is that they amplify the usual soapie drama. The male characters are sexy even as villains and the female characters are over the top. Unlike a soapie like Days of Our Lives or Generations, telenovelas have a time frame. Like w

Talk thirty to me! Never ask a lady her age, they say. At a particular age, many refuse to share how old they really are. This year, so many people that I know turned 30. Even famous individuals such as Chris Brown and Misred joined the dirty thirty gang. From my thirty something self, I welcome you all. Your thirties are a whole different stage of life compared to your twenties and forthcoming forties. Though a tricky age to be, your 30s are a defining decade. They are a reflection of the rest of your life based on the map that you draw. Being thirty or plus something comes with an evolution to your being. You discover that you are no longer the same person you were at seventeen or twenty five. This means that entering into this decade you have a new point of view! Don't cry about turning older! These are the five reasons why your 30s are way much better than your 20s. 1. You know what you want How many of us couldn't wait to sing, "I've got the keys,

I am in need of a date for the 4th of October... I'm just putting it out there! Erm, it's just a date! I need a guy who can swag up in a suit whilst I slay in a gorgeous evening gown for an event. The contract ends just like Cinderella's night at the ball...we turn back into pumpkins! Laughs! But on the real, I am not looking for a date-turn-boyfriend, I'm good. Talking about being good, hello single ladies! Beyoncé wave. How have you been? I am well thank you. It's just me and this 'pressure' to have a somebody for this event. Why can't you ask your high school crush someone suggests. I'm a wimp! Confronting that issue scares the shit out of me. Plus, he lives on a coast far away from me. Do we seriously think that he would stop everything and fly to be my date for just one day? And that's probably one of the several reasons I remain single. On the subject of being single, we had a teaching about relationships and being single at churc

Life isn't science that's why there are no formulas... Yet we expect everyone to go through life like the copies of the same textbook. It's easy to condemn someone for not having their act together. Often when you expect very little from specific individuals, you persecute them. As I write this blog, there are thousands of people going through tough times and bound in silence. Someone right now just lost their job, another person is now homeless with an overdue rent debt. Schools are about to open and coming up with school fees is proving to be an immense challenge. I've been open about my current life situation - it's been hard. I remember bumping into a former colleague in a supermarket. We had a brief catch up a session; she was doing well; I wasn't. With pain in my voice, I mentioned that it's been hard, not to mention that I looked like crap. But I don't think she cared, we were never friends like that. But today I reached out to one of

Everyday I struggle to have the will to live. She felt like her world was crushing down, she was alone faced with what seemed like the end of the world. She cut her wrists and bled to death. His strong personality and even arrogance had everyone assuming that he could handle anything. When he died in his friend's arms after ingesting rat poison, many questioned his manhood... A real man doesn't take his own life! To jump off a building whilst soaring with the birds of the air is the best way to end the shame... He was a champion for offering comfort and strength to others, little did anyone realise that he had his own pain to deal with. These are the untold stories of suicide. To many, you are a coward to take your own life. Those of faith seal the condemnation of one's soul to eternal torment in hell. While to others, ending it all is the most courageous step any human being could ever take. These are perceptions yet no one ever considers what goes through th

I just had the most vivid dream about my high school crush ! I think I love him! But that's a conversation for another day. Hey single ladies, (Beyoncé wave)! How are you beautiful goddesses? I am fine thank you. The journey is so exciting and evolutionary. To imagine where we started from six years ago to date, the amount of internal change and personal growth. Like you, I'm still single, but I'm now single with a purpose. And I can safely say that I am ready for Mr Put-a-ring-on-it, and the whole shebang - flaws and all. Even my brother's girlfriend affirmed that I am a mature woman ready to settle down. But it's not the narrative for all the single ladies and that's okay! My older sister and I always have these conversations about personal growth and self love. She is a wellness and mental health consultant with a background in psychiatry. I am a work in progress with a nursing background, psychology and psychiatry included. I also use my personal e

Happy Monday y'all, it's storytime! "Being of the fairer sex, I have been subjected to suppression,  but with this platform, I am subjected to self expression", I remember those words as if it was yesterday. It had been a two week practice of my debut spoken word piece. I stood there in front of both upcoming and seasoned women in the arts. The late Chiwoniso Maraire, and 'big sister', Dudu Manhenga were part of the crowd. Nerves hit me, fearing that words would regurgitate back to my core. I would forget to say what I needed to say. I had to say those words. On a day like this, I wanted to share something lighthearted and personal. Yes, last week was all sorts of heavy and even I felt overwhelmed as I delved into the status quo. Reminded by the article about how I started blogging ,I thought that I would share a story about another passion of mine. Poetry! Oh yes, I follow Maya Angelou, Warsan Shire, Ntozange Shange, Jeanette-ikz and many others. The o

Lack is the mother of hustle and innovation! I have just finished doing my own hair. I spent the whole winter without a protective hairstyle for my natural hair. My hair is damaged (mainly due to stress), and mismanagement because I have run out of product. Haven't afforded a hairdresser in a while. Yes, it's been a rough couple of months. During the last church service, I went for prayer and counselling. The lady praying for me, said, "You look like a go-getter to me!" Haven't really felt like that of late, but I have in the past, made a dollar out of fifteen cents. I remember sharing a testimony with a former manager. I told her about how I entered the employment field three and half years after giving birth. My first job was as a sales person for a new product on the market. I had no previous qualifications in sales or marketing but I had the zeal. Though I and the rest of the employees got screwed over, I held onto the CEO's words. He said to us dur