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



Dear Human Child…


Fear not, go show the world how wise you are. Help the world grow. Invent, create and develop your world.

Do not take belittling seriously. Do not fear those who treat you badly. Do not hold grudges. Do not let any circumstance or consequence make you feel less worthy.

Strive to always be better and do better.

Never lose sight of the shore and always aim to be the best at what you do.

Use negative circumstances as motivation. This way, you will rise and prove that dignity, discipline and good values are far more important. Fight back by being better! Doing better… WINNING!

It may take a long time, but you will see the fruits of your resilience and perseverance.

Adapt, adjust and accommodate.

Be stronger and believe.

And for the days you need extra encouragement, close your eyes and remember… I am forever at your beckon call and I will never fail you!


With eternal 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!

Why I’m marrying later …

I have been through so many questions about why I wasn’t married.

Some of the most ridiculous conversations were had, and I chose to ignore them all. Not because I do not believe in marriage, but because I needed to love myself first.

I needed to be my own person, achieve my own dreams and earn my own successes.

I sadly, had to date many losers to eventually truly understand what I wanted, needed and deserved.

Finally, I am ready to take the next step and delve into another department of adulthood with a man that I can finally say I am proud to be around, and who complements me completely.

My advice to all 20 something year old’s – DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED!

First focus on you and your family, go on dates, live life and have fun… and when you find a connection like no other – then choose to do those very same things with him/her.

Don’t be afraid that marriage ends all the fun… think about how wonderful it will be to enjoy the same things you always have been with someone who totally gets you, and appreciates you.

Never settle… and it’s ok to date assholes… they will be the reason you never settle for less.

Here’s some entertainment: http://www.scoopwhoop.com/humor/marriage-excuses/?ep=FBDP5

My Trip to the Gynea…

The thing about seeing a Gynecologist is, you never know how long you will be.

My appointment was at 12.30pm and after an hour of waiting, the receptionist informs us that the doc is still in theatre performing a delivery! So obviously we couldn’t be upset about her not keeping to these appointments – which were made 3 months in advance!

So while we wait, the receptionist asks me to please pee on a stick! I mean I don’t mind it, and I understand the reason for it. But every time the receptionist takes my stick and punches in the results she glares up at me and asks, “Has anything changed since your last visit?”

This time I decided to respond with more than just a “no” and said, “Eeeerr .. noooo, why, is there something different from my previous visit?” to which the receptionist responds by continuing to glare at her PC, completely ignoring me.

Confused – I quietly return to my seat.

While I’m having a panic attack in my mind, the receptionist moves along to her next victim.

The doc finally arrives and to my dismay I realize I have a row of people who have to be attended to before me – they’re highly pregnant and have other infants with them so, I maintain my cool and wait… praying that my boss didn’t notice that I have been away from the office this long.

As I pray, my mind drifts … “should I make another appointment? But that will be another 3 months! – I wonder what was different about my pee stick – I hope this is quick!”

“Miss Bala!” yells the receptionist – its 2:15pm, and finally my turn! I leap up, grab my bag, shuffle past this cute (obviously married guy) and walk in.

“Hello my darling!” says the doc. “Please, take everything off and I will be with you in a moment.”

eeeqqqqqq #BringOnThePap I say!

THE END! (I decided to keep the rest of the story a secret… BOYS… you really don’t want to know what happens next)

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!


I’m different.

And because I’m different, I’m judged.

Why is it required of me to be like you?

Why should I conform to that which is ‘normal’?

What is ‘normal’ anyway? – that which is perceived by the masses? – who wants to be a part of the masses? Who wants to be  a sheep, a follower, a statistic?

I’m beyond that.

I lead, I command.

I am the object of fear, the unrealistic dreamer.

Why should I fear you, you who has never had the courage to stand tall for anything, you who has always stood in the shadow, you who wants to kill my vision and judge my honesty.

Why do you assume to be better than I, when you are but a venomous crowd?

I choose reality. I choose truth. I choose righteousness. I choose me.

I am a result of the Divine. I am the product of the Almighty. I am the child of the Creator.

How dare you question this design! How dare you assume that you are created better than I? How dare you judge God’s perfect masterpiece!

I am me.

I am not you.

So when you look at me, understand… I’m Different.