REFLECTIVE JOURNALING
There was a day when I held back something I really wanted to say because I was scared that I would sound stupid and that my friends would make fun of me. It was one day, then it was two and then three and four, until I could no longer
Just earlier today I was thinking about women, girls..the female. I wanted to talk about how strong we are, how beautiful we are and how great we can be, but my brain didn't want to open up and instead I made a post about something else. A
COMING OF AGE
As I scrolled down my Instagram discovery page, I felt some sort of hate towards myself. I felt horrible and ugly, felt like something was wrong with me. The more I saw 'perfect' girls and their amazing pictures, the more I found faults with myself and kept digging
Diary
My big sister made the weirdest kind of fat cakes when we were kids, that is something that is still very clear to me. One of the reasons her fat cakes were so weird was that some days we didn't have yeast or other days there was no
REFLECTIVE JOURNALING
How often do you think about what type of a person you'd be if you were someone else? Who you'd be if you did things a bit differently? Do you also look into the mirror sometimes and sort of just wish that you were not the
IN CONVERSATION
I just ended the day with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. For years in primary school and from the couple of dozens of books I've read, I heard and knew a lot about this movie. It became sort of a turn-off along the way because I had
Diary
It was a big big world but we thought we were bigger- 7 Years, Lukas Graham Before I started working on this blog, I used to think writing was really just fun and words but as the days went by and I made more posts, I realised that I had
IN CONVERSATION
This happened last year, exactly on the 8th of April 2019. I had been working at a hotel towards the end of my senior year at high school but I thought why not try another job? After I got back from Cape Town where I had been applying for my
creative writing
I know of a little girl who would sit next to her dad who had passed out because he had been drinking throughout the day. I know of a little girl that would smile when her mom brought home a piece of bread because they had nothing to eat almost
FOR THE LOVE OF LANGUAGES
On the 5th of April 2017, I wrote this in my Wattpad diary: A lot of people sometimes scoff at me when I tell them that I am doing Khoekhoegowab at school (my mother-tongue). They ask me why I didn't take a foreign language and how that
MY JOURNEY NORTH
I started at Pasvik folk high school about 8 months ago. I had just finished my high school education in Windhoek, Namibia and my plan was to study law at the University of Namibia. Well, things changed and by the end of August 2019, I was in northern Norway living
HOME SOIL
That is probably a very strange title for a blog post but I think it has a really interesting story to go with and once you've reached the end, you will agree that it was a good title! We used to move around a lot, even when my