Men at some time are masters of their fates...

This is my South Africa. I met a man yesterday. He works as security guard at my University. At first I was apprehensive about having to talk to him. He hovered near me and my group of friends as we exchanged goodbyes after a long day on campus. My friends managed to escape before they had to take part in any interaction with him. Social interactions with random men on the street do not rank highly on my list of favourite things to  do. We live in hard times and as much as this man is hired to protect us, you never know who you may come across. He came close and greeted me politely as I was about to get in my car and join my friends as they headed home. I decided to put aside my fears, be nice and return his kind greeting in kind. The man then proceeded to ask me about Computer Science and how much the degree would cost to study. All lingering feelings of apprehension left my body instantly as I realised that I had stumbled across my favourite kind of person. A person with drive and

Taking Back Control

I just realized that I want to wear my natural hair out forever! It’s kind of a funny story actually because I’m already roughly five months into re growing my hair after getting it cut down very low. My intention was never to stay with this type of hair. I was just getting rid of the remainder of my severely damaged relaxed hair. I cut it because it was getting frustrating having to explain why I had a gaping hole at the back of my head where my hair should be. The hole wasn't completely terrible, at least I’d like to believe not, and it wasn't completely deficit or devoid of hair but it was bad enough for people to notice. I found myself displaying toupee tendencies more and more by trying to comb over my longer hair over the affected area. It was a disaster and I can safely say my comb-over was not working (do they ever though?). So the idea of cutting was always at the back of my mind (perhaps too literally), but my tendency to over think things kept holding me back. It was

In that moment, life happens

Good day all. It’s been a while I know, disappointments at my silence, promises about weekly posts broken and all that must have been rife but life happens. I've been busy. Heck I guess most of us have been busy seeing as it is exam season in most parts of the world. With exam season on my end comes very many birthdays to manage in the same time frame. By some unimaginable stroke of luck, most of my friends and family were born during and after the great month of August. So this has meant attending awesome events and juggling school schedules at the same time. Usually, being the pile of nerves that I am most of the time, this situation would have caused me great distress in terms of time management, but not this time. Why? Well I don’t know, but whatever the cause, I condone it completely. Instead of worrying about time I stepped back and enjoyed the moment. Okay, this is probably the part where some of you might wonder about how one enjoys exam moments. Well I have these rea


Hello all, I hope you are well and healthy. Happy is a bonus, but I'll add that in there as one of my hopes for you anyway. So today, as the title suggests, I was having some thoughts about single life. Firstly I would just like to say that this isn't going to be a session of relationship bashing or even worse, single life promotion. This is just me and my thoughts. Basically my online thought bubble as the blog title says. On the road to pick up my sister from work the other day, I saw something that reminded me of an ex of mine. For a second my mind tried to pull me into a pool of sorrowful thoughts about what went wrong. I started questioning myself, wondering what it is about me that caused my relationships to fall apart. And then it hit me. I haven’t dated anyone  I've  actually liked lately. This might sound strange but I'm sure someone out there will understand when I say I dated my ex's for the heck of it. Okay maybe it was more than that. Maybe I

What are they laughing at?

Well hello, again my reader. So I was having a hilarious conversation over IM with a few of my varsity group mates recently and I started to wonder: Do people really find me funny or do they think I'm just a little insane? You might be wondering why I would ask myself this about the people I know right. Well, it’s because I've only recently just met this group of people and they seem to find everything I say hilarious; not very much, unlike my long time friends who also seem to think I have a funny bone in me. At least one of my friends agrees that insanity may play a role in all this, I mean who doesn't love having a chuckle at the village idiot now and again. Now I wouldn't be too self-conscious about it if I didn't feel that sometimes the stuff I say really doesn't deserve even a giggle, let alone a hearty laugh. Maybe I'm overly sensitive. It’s just that I don’t want to one day find myself as a comedian on stage with strangers looking at me with search

With my pen and paper.

I had a meeting to attend recently, incidentally it happened to be a meeting about technology and the internet on my campus. As I was still awaiting the delivery of my new laptop, I showed up with a small notepad and a clutch pencil. I don’t usually use clutch to take down notes but today I couldn't for the life of me find a pen with ink in it. Anyway, disappearing stationary is not what this post is about, that would need a whole series of posts to cover. This post is about a question that came to my mind as a result of this situation with the notepad. So I showed up with this notepad, lay it on the desk as the main members of the meeting set up their laptops. My notepad looked small and insignificant in comparison. My clutch pencil seemed out of place. As the meeting began and the meeting members began to tap away at their keyboards, I was hit with a sudden realization of how foolish my poor notepad must look. Next to the tap tap of the fingers on the keyboards, the silent e

Procrastination, Mystery Solved

So I’m doing the dishes, doing a little song and dance in the process. Literally having a wild time as I carry out a chore that I hate. Why? Well it’s because I am procrastinating. Ever find that you also get a surge of energy to do all those meaningless tasks that you have been meaning to do but never got around to doing. You know the ones. Cleaning, washing dishes, sowing that button onto that old shirt you like wearing. This energy wouldn't be a problem if it didn't come at exactly the moment when you are meant to be doing something else which is actually more important than those other tasks. Be it studying for a final exam, writing up a report for work or even finishing off your varsity assignment, you know you need to get to it but somehow this energy just doesn't cover those types of tasks. Why? Why do we procrastinate? Well, I don’t know, but I sure feel like I'm five steps closer to the answer than I was before finishing the dishes so I've