She made me feel 19 years old again. She made me feel inadequate. She made me feel stupid.

Everything I did was wrong. Everything I did was never good enough. I had no personality and energy – she said. 

I was confused? What have I become? Why was I failing? How was this happening? 

I felt betrayed by the people who I thought were good. I felt alone, daunted by the circumstance I faced! 

When will it end. God said this would get better! 

Back home was a mess, work was a mess… and I had become a mess.

I knew it was not fair. I knew I was wronged. 

What could I do?

I had to choose! 

So I listened to God’s voice inside me, I picked my head up and decided … I will fight! 

I will fight because I had a WHY.. and that WHY told me that no matter what comes my way, I will win!

I will be better, richer, wiser! 

I will not let racial discrimination, unethical rudeness and pathetic leadership define my future! 

I am the creator of my own destiny. I am a fighter, a leader.

I am distinguished, able and loyal. 

I am honest, kind and true! 

I do not quit! 


One day I will look back and have a chuckle!

One day I will have said … #ThisTooShallPass 
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We are ANGRY

A criminal was beaten to a pulp by motorists because he tried to hi-jack an innocent old man. Another criminal was beaten and thrown into the bushes for the police to find after he tried to steal a car from a poor mans home.

Our people are angry! We are afraid everyday to live in our homes, because it no longer feels safe. We are afraid to go to the park, malls, schools or even the movies. We can’t afford security guards and so we rely on your officers to make us feel safe.

Our people are bickering and fighting. And when they fight they hurt each other and damage our schools and universities.

You say you are here for us, but whenever we ask for your help you ignore us. Do you know what it feels like to be us? How can you? You have a mansion, with servants and too much free time, so you mate and bask, while we work tirelessly to pay for your fancy lifestyle.

Our people are lost, and they need to be guided. Is our turmoil not loud enough for you to hear?

We trusted you, we voted for you, and now, 22 years later, Tata turns in his grave. You have let us down. You have let him down.

Why have you become selfish? When was it ok to forget about the poor? Tata said overcoming poverty was an act of justice – it is not natural to be in poverty. So why do you smile  back at us with no response, while you get fatter on our hunger?

We are losing respect from our global friends and soon we will be exactly like what was once the bread basket of Africa.

We need more. We deserve more. We want a new, younger, more degreed person, who will lead our people into salvation. This new leader will not be jailed in the past. This new leader will understand and empathise with the past, and act in accordance to righteousness of being good and doing good.

We need to be saved – or else our people will get more angry… and if we don’t do something soon… their anger will end our nation.

You can help us get better – all you have to do is change.

We need change – change for the better. Change to be sure of a brighter future. We don’t want to see our leader in the news for bad things. We want to see our leader making news for being great – like Tata was.

We need another Tata!

We need a saviour!

God Bless Africa

Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika



It’s not so much about what you wear. It’s more about how you wear it. It’s also not so much how you wear decent clothes, but more that you are decent in character.

As we move into a more modern age, with everything becoming more commercialised, more ‘out there’ and loud, we often lose focus of what really matters.

People are angry and rude which is why they have little respect. I see it in the work place everyday.

I used to think perhaps it was me, that I was doing something wrong, but as I grew older and worked for longer, I realised it was never me.

We have moved into a more ‘free’ society – but are we really free?

It is NOT ok to be rude to someone even if you are upset.

It is NOT ok to throw a tantrum at the office if someone hasn’t done something (there could be many variables why they didn’t, why don’t you find out nicely?)

It’s NOT ok to think you are better than others because you have a higher ranking at work, or otherwise.

It’s NOT ok for you to spread your miserable attitude onto others

I am tired of rude people.


Mind your language!!!

I’m Ro.

I’m South African of Indian descent.

I follow a Hindu philosophy.

I am neither Tamil, Hindi, Telegu, Gujirathi, Urdu, Sanskrit or Arabic. I can however, converse in Hindi, Tamil and Sanskrit.

Does that make me less of a person?


If anything, it makes me more!

More versatile. More learned. More open minded. More diverse.

The old age battle between people who speak North Indian languages, commonly known in SA as the ‘bread ous’ and people who speak South Indian languages – the ‘porridge’ ous – is what is wrong with our Indian people!

Sure, one can be proud of ones language, but does it have to be better than another? Does it have to make you seem more socially elite to another? … Like… WTF???

Who cares that you’re Tamil, Hindi or Gujirathi speaking? Are you a good person? Do you have good values? Is your moral compass true to righteousness?

Why are there temples and places of worship that only sing in Tamil, Gujirathi or Hindi? Do you think God blesses you more based on the language you choose to praise with?

Come on Indians! Wake up! Stop being so backward! How can we have racial freedom when we don’t even have equality within our own race.

Do not be sucked into an old school of thought.

It’s ok to marry another, it’s ok to speak another, it’s ok to embrace another.

Let’s be forward thinkers. Let’s not encourage our children to be prejudice. Let’s be bold to be the change!

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Pyaar, Ishq aur… Mohabbath

 I was scared. Afraid. Petrified. I didn’t know what to expect and no one ever told me what it would be like.

All I knew, that it was happening and it was happening now.

It felt so foreign, and yet familiar. I remember closing my eyes and saying, “just go with it!”

Never did I think it would go on this long. Never fading, getting better day by day.

I became more in tune with my thoughts, feelings and desires.

How can this feel so perfect? Will it ever end? Will I get tired and move on?

None of these questions scared me. I didn’t care! I knew what I wanted. What I needed. What my heart yearned for.

I was happy to do anything for it … I became an addict. I relied on this feeling to secure my happiness.

There was nothing else that mattered.

All I felt was true elation.

All I felt was love.

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The world I live in

The sad truth about the world in which we live

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I live in a world of unfairness

A world that judges me for my truth and loves me for my lies.

A world where people have stopped caring for others in the same way they care for their own.

I live in a dark, gloomy world that sees my merit but is scared of my success – a judgmental world that thrives on negativity and shoots down my growth.

My world is not fair.

My world is filled with people who are willing to cheat their way to ‘success’ than to be honest and fair

I live in a place that has gallons of opportunity, but leaders who choose to trample and take it all for themselves.

I live in a world of unfairness… a world that prays for self-growth, but ignores the child that needs food and education

A world that will choose gossip and scandal over transparency and loyalty

I live in a world that is deemed unfair because of the venomous people in it.

I live in a world that needs change…

And I am willing to be just that!

I live in a world that’s mine… and I want to see it better!

My Expectations

I have so many expectations.

Expectations of people to be honest, caring and kind

Expectations to live without fear, crime and jeopardy

Expectations of being treated equally, with dignity, integrity, honour, compassion and love

I expect to be understood, and to understand in return

I expect to have the ‘know how’ to be good and do good

I expect to combat anger, jealousy, hatred and irritation

And I expect to always be graceful under any circumstance.

If my expectations are the same as yours – why am I accused of having them too high?

Am I wrong for wanting better?

Am I wrong for believing that this world in which we live can change for the better by one loving gesture?

How can my expectations be high, when choosing less will annihilate our moral compass?

My expectation is common, it’s universal, it’s one – and I pray, it will be met!