A Ray of Hope

    I watched her pause our conversation as she pulled each corner of her duvet into perfect points at either end and she swiped one hand on the bed, feeling for bumps of imperfection. I sat crammed in the corner of her room on a small stool near her hot pink laptop. I looked…

Sometimes, memories are all we have.

#FlashBackFriday – 2012 *Some names were changed as this is a true story. As I tied my soil coloured apron tightly around my waist, I glanced up and saw a girl enter the stuffy locker room sectioned off in the corner of the kitchen and I felt a strange sense of nostalgia, as she walked…

Stepping out of the box

I attempted to pull my tight skirt over my thighs, which were clad in thick tights, but still, the cold of the wind bit through my thin clothes as I teetered on my platform heels on a sidewalk in the party hub in Longstreet, Cape Town. I looked around for the perfect place to stand…

Do you know the Muffin man?

“How do you really know when a man is interested in you and that he’s being completely genuine?” My friend looked up from her cappuccino, her eyes pleading for the answer that all girls wanted, but couldn’t really get, unless they had a glimpse in the mind of a man. It surprised me how quickly…

Not about angels…

As per usual,  I walked slowly to campus this morning, taking in the scene of a beautiful Spring day in Cape Town while Birdy’s beautiful voice belted out, ‘ Not about angels’ in my ears. I usually speed-walk and I look straight ahead, like I’m on a mission. This morning though, as I was adjusting…