I recently attended my first ever festival, and the experience was unique, I got to mingle with so many people and for the first time, got to see artists perform on stage. I've never been to a concert (local artists performing at my high school does not count)
Many years ago I had the privilege of witnessing the coming to life of a building that would be a beacon of hope for me and Janneth for years. My dad had a building gig in the area and we would walk by there a couple of days a week.
INTERACTIONS
This will be a compilation of my experience as a part-time waitress over the last couple of years. I've always wanted to share that, the interactions I have with people. From the most amazing ones to my least favorites, all of the ones that have at some point
THE YEAR THAT WAS
I'm starting to feel like this is becoming a 'Wrapped' blog, maybe that's what I should change it to. I think its time I be honest with myself and my future-self because this is pure betrayal. How I keep talking about blogging and podcasting
THE YEAR THAT WAS
A couple of days ago I realised that I had not written my end of year post as I usually do. I was standing in a queue waiting for the hot chocolate I had ordered. While waiting for my hot chocolate I thought of how we are approaching the end
SADA GOWAB
ǀNamsa Queense, ǂGom ta ge ra ǃgâises hâ ǃkhaisa, ǀgore ta ge ra ǃgaris a ǃkhaisa. Sa mîs ais ta mâ ǃkhaisa. ǂAn ta ge a ǃgom i a ǃkhaisa, ǂan ta ge a ǁkhamas ta ǃkhaisa tsî ǁôagu ra au ǃkhaisa. Suwu a, suwu nî ti ta ge mî
heartwork
This time feels all too familiar, my writing feels forgotten and thereby maybe a part of me too. I've been everywhere and nowhere at the same time, I've done so much the last few months and in a simple second it feels like I have achieved
This will be a compilation of my experience as a part-time waitress over the last couple of years. I've always wanted to share that, the interactions I have with people. From the most amazing ones to my least favorites, all of the ones that have at some point
I'm starting to feel like this is becoming a 'Wrapped' blog, maybe that's what I should change it to. I think its time I be honest with myself and my future-self because this is pure betrayal. How I keep talking about blogging and podcasting
ǀNamsa Queense, ǂGom ta ge ra ǃgâises hâ ǃkhaisa, ǀgore ta ge ra ǃgaris a ǃkhaisa. Sa mîs ais ta mâ ǃkhaisa. ǂAn ta ge a ǃgom i a ǃkhaisa, ǂan ta ge a ǁkhamas ta ǃkhaisa tsî ǁôagu ra au ǃkhaisa. Suwu a, suwu nî ti ta ge mî
I landed around noon in Windhoek, just in time to be welcomed by the unswerving Namibian winter sun. I'd missed it alright, because even during the winter, it managed to keep my dark skin warm. It brought so many of us together, be it basking in the hot
The vision is a life-long body of work, about this one life. Sharing thoughts, ideas and stories from the south to the north and alles in tussen. Narrating just write.
I love the smell of a new notebook, maybe even more than I love the smell of a new novel, definitely more than the smell of coffee, or snus. I don't drink coffee anymore, I quit about five years ago and I've been pretty much the
For the past two years I've always written a paragraph or two about how the coronavirus changed our lives and how it limited us to the four walls of our houses, to those who actually had. I made sure to pay my respects to the ones we lost
I landed around noon in Windhoek, just in time to be welcomed by the unswerving Namibian winter sun. I'd missed it alright, because even during the winter, it managed to keep my dark skin warm. It brought so many of us together, be it basking in the hot
I like progress, moving from one stage to the next, not necessarily taking giant leaps. I've witnessed how even the slowest movements can take you to the next level. I'm aware of the change that comes with progress, be it comfortable or not, but I'
There are so many things I wish I could do and say. Forget all the sporty stuff, all the hiking stuff or all that swimming, that has its time. I mean all the things that would sharpen my intellect, assuming I'm an intellectual with a brain. Not just
What's popping? This is a draft from last year, you'll find out towards the end of this post why it ended up in my drafts, and out of there after more than a year. Have you also had one of those days where you wake up
Before anything, before I even started writing this, I imagined how it would start off. I would probably state what mood I was in, or try so hard to connect the season to what has been happening in my life. The usual tone is that of a unhappy happy person
Something must have changed along the way, and it always does, because the year ended nothing like the year I entered. Of course, COVID-19 took most of the limelight once again, manifesting itself in different ways as if to show off its creativity. I bet a few of us envy
I'm still not used to seeing crystals in the sky as I get off the bus, the blinding white that spreads below my feet into eternity and all I can do is walk on it with my little life. A life so small and meaningless that I'
All the leaves are gone. I remember dreading that. Saying goodbye to the beautiful and bright orange, yellow and red leaves. Gone. Just like that. Now we have tall, grey and bare trees just wavering which ever direction the wind blows them. Once in a while I hear a whoosy
“Letters to Myself” “Seasonal Moods” “Notes from the Quiet” “Field Notes from the Self”
I realised that blogging while travelling is actually one of the hardest things ever. Especially when all I wanted was to get away for a while and enjoy my time with friends, by the end of the day, I was knocked-out and writing just seemed impossible. So I saved myself