Colourism, or discrimination based on skin colour, is a disease which exists within a large number of ethnic communities. Prejudice against darker skin tones has been a cause for concern for many years and for some reason it’s grown to become taboo to talk about; one of those topics that we sweep under the rug. But … More Colourism
My fingers squeeze the handle bars in a death-grip; palms face down with elbows locked in position. We slowly approach the back garage entrance. Feet flailing next to the pedals, an army of ants could easily overtake us at this point… but we don’t care. This is merely the crawl-up to the starting line. Once … More Just Me, My Friend & My Bike
‘How can you be so laid back?!’ Various friends of mine have asked me this question recently and it’s always whenever a certain (recently recurring) topic happens to crop up in conversation. And that’s the issue of where and how we’ll possibly meet decent guys now that we’ve all left the sociable environment of university and work … More It’ll Happen…
They’re felt, not verbalized, They’re complex and ambiguous, They’re intense and impenetrable, They’re mutual and reciprocal, They’re inimitable and matchless, They’re prized and treasured, They’re unintended and unforeseen, They’re love and understanding, They’re special bonds.
So Small Town Girl, what’s new with you? Well dear reader, I just turned 22! Taylor Swift says I’ll feel ‘happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way’, But such emotions sum up your early twenties in general, wouldn’t you say? In these golden years we can make crazy impulsive choices; we’re young, wild … More Twenty-Two (ooh ooh)
Forgiveness is tough. There’s no quick fix for it. It’s draining and destructive but necessary for one’s well-being. Sometimes it can take years to fully forgive, sometimes just a matter of days/weeks. But the duration until which it is achieved cannot be pre-empted in any way. Forgiveness works in its own time, it cannot be rushed or forced, it’s like … More Forgiveness
Recently I discovered a pattern. Whenever I leave my house in the mornings for work I’m pretty much dead to the world. No really I kid you not. Anyone who makes even a slight attempt to interact with me before 8.30am will either be mindlessly grunted at, completely ignored or subjected to one of my deadly … More Don’t Stop The Beat
Just A Small Town Girl... 