Somewhere along the way, Someone taught us that love meant pain. What a vulgar distortion, One however, we never set straight again. Someone taught us to hurt ourselves, Someone taught us to fear our joy. That the ugliest hearts, Deserve the greatest praise. Somewhere along the way, Someone convinced us, That to really love someone…
Tag: Namibia
The Little Things…
I appreciate the little things, The little things, That turned into big things. The little joke, That turned into years of laughter, The little smile, That never left thereafter. The little hug, That turned into a warm embrace, The little “hi”, That turned in to conversation for days. The little look, That turned into an…
I haven’t cried for you…
I haven’t cried for you, I haven’t shed a single salty tear. I haven’t spent nights curled up on the floor, With my own whimpers piercing through my ears. I haven’t cried for you, Not for a moment, not a single day. But not because my heart didn’t break Not because I didn’t care, Not…
Breathe
And maybe,
When all the damage done by all the years spent living in the moments in which we live starts to subside;
To return to the ability to trust as delicately as with the innocence of a child,
Maybe then we’ll scream… love!
Gambling “Responsibly”
A few months ago, I walked into a gambling house at 11am. I saw a nurse in uniform, a man in a suit and an old lady with a walking stick amongst very many others. These people; different genders, ages and from all walks of life sat in this dark, loud room with flashing lights, feeding money into a machine and losing it all. In the ten minutes that I was in this place, I watched several people walk in and take a seat in front of a machine… no body walked out.
Luxury Does Not Attract Respect
I find myself worried about the current financial state and future of the Namibian people.
Remember not to forget.
Last week, every day, the front page of The Namibian newspaper had the Mayor of Windhoek’s name on it. The Namibian people were outraged; taking to the media in all its forms, to voice that outrage. Protests and legal action were advocated for, discussions were held and tantrums were thrown. The people are angry and they were making sure everyone knows it. My question is however, for how long?
I knew something wasn’t right…
The truth is, many forms of mental illness or distress are simply just not taken seriously enough. When someone says they are depressed, they are told to “get over it” because they’re just “moody” or “looking for attention”. When the depression starts to manifest itself in more visible or extreme ways, we say its witchcraft and we stay away from the individual lest we also “catch it”. It’s not until it’s too late; when someone commits suicide or murder that we take it seriously. That’s when people say “I knew something wasn’t right”.
Are you a father?
I often find myself wondering how many men with children are truly fathers. Let me be clear, merely making a woman pregnant does not make you a father; it merely makes you a man with a child.
Conversations with Age
Recently, I was fortunate enough to find myself in conversation with a group of middle-aged and elderly women. We spoke about inter alia life, love, strategy, success, culture, the past and the future.
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