I scribble about fumbling through the best years of my life &
about what makes my heart sing.
Long
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I write because it’s what comes naturally for me. It’s how I process things, how I figure things out and how I savour experiences that I never want to lose.
I hope something here makes you smile – or maybe think about something differently.
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Short
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Sometimes lines that take the shape of a poem is a better expression. I can’t quite call these poetry yet, but it’s a work in progress.
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Mornings like this
There’s a coffee cart a few blocks over from where I’m staying here in Stellenbosch. It’s only open until 9. Some mornings, instead of plugging the kettle in, I dress and walk the 0.9km for the best cortado in town. The path there meanders through the woods, along a playful stream that frolics towards town.
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Solo Travel
Most of the time, when I travel, it’s solo travel. I have no one in my life who’d want to go to South Africa to escape winter and ride bikes for an extended period of time. Ok wait – a few people might want to, but no one who’s ready to make it happen. When
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The “special occasion” dishes
Growing up, we had a set of dishes for everyday use, and then another red set of dishes that came out only at Eid, or when we had guests for dinner. I remember the long washing plank being brought in from the outside basin where my mother did the laundry by hand. The plank would
