Be Inspired by Miss Stone

Today is another appreciation day. I want to take the time out and appreciate someone who has been in my life for almost 4 years now. This man has held on when the road was so bumpy, I even fell down. He has been scarred and hurt because at times the terrain was so harsh, no one would survive it, but he did. Today, I want to take the time out and appreciate someone God sent. I remember the day I met him. I was at a popular hangout spot. That night, my friend and I searched and searched for a party. We wanted to have fun and we made sure we would find a place where we could have it.   After about 3 stops, we finally found a spot that seemed to be alive. So, we went in and danced the night away. A few hours later, with sore feet and tired eyes, we decided to call it a night and headed for the door. As we walked out, I saw a man surrounded by people. They were all asking him questions about music and the music industry. I figured it was the Canadian DJ who was in town. So, I contin...

I have not had time to write much lately, but this morning I woke up and someone crossed my mind. A woman I have written about before. She is a woman with remarkable talent. She is hard working and has accomplished things many only dream of. She is a strong woman. She is a woman who knows what she wants and stands up for what she believes in. She is a woman who speaks her mind, heart and soul and her words, her words are never inaudible. Today, I would like to share some of her words with you, because she is one of the many women who encourage me to keep on writing and making my voice heard. And as I share her words with you, I wish to encourage you to never let your voice go unheard. Today, I give you Elusive Butterfly… A poem by Tereska Muishond… Elusive Butterfly He calls me Butterfly Do I brighten up his life as I Flutter on the fringes of his lonely smile? He calls me Butterfly Did he feel the delicacy of my wings When he lifted me into his heart? He calls...

Today, my story is real. Real names. Real lessons. It is not something I made up. It is inspired by life. The reality of life. It is a story that speaks of weakness, but also one that speaks of triumph and strength. This is how the story goes… Suraya Stilo was like any normal 19 year old girl growing up. Normal is relative, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that anyone had to worry about. Like many other young people though, she experimented with a few things. Out of curiosity. Who knows? But she experimented anyway. And like any other young person, she started out doing what everyone else was. She started smoking the hooka pipe, or hubbly as it is more commonly referred to. This was filled with flavoured tobacco, as it usually is, but as time went on, marijuana was added to it. This was more of a thrill and did more to her than the ordinary tobacco. It excited her. But soon, its effects would wear off too. She soon moved on to something that would have a greater impact ...

I sat at my desk this morning, just working on some reports. It was an ordinary morning at work. I made myself a cup of coffee and I worked away. Nothing special was happening, other than the fact that I was alive and blessed to see another day. Now that is always something special. So as I worked, an e-mail came through on my phone. I opened it and as I read it, I cried tears of joy. It was feedback I had been waiting on for two months and it was worth the wait. As tears ran down my face, I looked up and said ‘Thank You Lord’. This is only the first phase of a very long process, but with hard work and help from Him, I made it through that phase. The foundation phase. The first step. And it gives me courage and motivation to continue going. It gives me the will power to continue on this journey. I wish I could share more with you all, but at this point, I am unable to. I just thought I would ask you to say a little prayer for me in your free moments. Those moments when you have no...

Women are full of drama. Yes I said it. We are full of drama. And sometimes, it is so unnecessary. A few months ago, a Coloured girl started working here. I had seen her around only a few times prior to her working here, so we had never spoken to one another. But very quickly, I picked up on one thing: She did not like me. Now this puzzled me. We had never even said hello to one another, we had never had a conversation and we were never in the same company, so what was her dislike towards me based on? I thought maybe I was overreacting and that with time, we would get along, but with each passing day, it became clearer to me. She just did not like me. She would walk in and greet my colleague (who sits next to me) by name and not greet me. She almost walked me over one day in the passage. It was one thing after the other. So when all these little ‘mishaps’ started taking place, my claws came out too. I thought, I can do a bit better than her. And so I did. The nasty look here, the sn...

Last night,three guys told me they love my blog. Now,these were gentlemen in their own right. They were each so different and found themselves at different places in their lives, but they could all relate to what I wrote in my posts. One of them even told me that I give him a different perspective to certain situations. He said that we always tend to look at the negatives in life, but when he reads my blog, he always sees things from a different perspective. This made me think. I am by no means perfect. I go through a lot of things too. And sometimes I write about it. I just never thought that my words would mean so much to others. I never thought that my every day experiences would bring a sense of comfort to the lives of others. I started this blog after my friend mentioned that I should. At first, I did not take it serious, but as I thought about it, it made more and more sense to me. If I could do what I love (write, tell stories) and help people while doing it, I'd be selfis...

Today we celebrate our former President, Nelson Mandela’s 95 th birthday. This year it is bitter sweet though. He spends his birthday in hospital, where he has been for the past 5 weeks. So today, I thought, instead of sharing my words and experiences with you, I would share his words. His words that have inspired me and many others for years and will continue to inspire for years to come. Tata Nelson Mandela. The Father of our nation. One of the greatest inspirations of our time. I hope you enjoy the quotes I selected and learn from them, as I did. “Our children are our greatest treasure. They are our future. Those who abuse them tear at the fabric of our society and weaken our nation.’’ - National Men`s March, 1997 “What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.” - 90th birthday celebration of Walter Sisulu, Walter Sisulu Hall, Johannesburg...