IN HER THOUGHTS

📸photographers.official Flow like a river my thoughts, One, two, and three somehow I can’t get to four, I can’t think straight, with this black shadow hovering, I always go back to what if I just disappear, Maybe it will make some people live with a smile, Finally, their burden is gone, bye they wave rigorously, At the back of their mind anxiety creeps to celebrate victory, I’m gone, the useless, no ambition, inconsiderate imbecile. They would order a feast, at that favourite joint of theirs, Such a lively place and full life,  A meeting place without discrimination, The Cîroc type of rich, cider gang and brandy boys, No one cared, it was all about food, music and good vibes, It was at this time I felt alive, a day off from my dead, soulless self, I was no longer moody, careless and inconsiderate in their eyes, I few vhoshos and rhumba dance to their entertainment, Somehow the complaints faded, I lived in such moments, A bottle of Jameson ...

📸photographers.official For some, being African almost means being constantly against all things that seem westernised. In Africa there are stuff that are referred to as “ white people ’ s things” and mental health is included. This really shows we need a transformation of the mind on mental health across the continent.   I grew up knowing that most people with mental illness were considered bewitched (yeaaah,  that voodoo stuff, if you wrong your neighbor they make you go crazy kinda stuff). Also, I learnt at a very young age that being mentally distressed is a weakness. In primary school, kids diss each other to test each other ’ s mental endurance. Those who break down easily are made fun of, with very little knowledge of the effect it has on them. Personally, I always underestimated the harm in jesting at another person ’ s expense. But I digress. We all suffer mental distress, but I have come to learn that those who get the worst of it, we are the one's who aren ’ t ...

@Miss_Thandie Well, young people coming from varsity believe that working or should I say being employed translates to a person having it all and it's all glitz and glam but for most people, it's HELL, LOL. Problem is we see people when they have made it and we envy the success but shan the hard work behind every success. Yes, being employed is one of the nicest and greatest achievements one person could ever ask for, or should I explicitly say from this part of the world. But you know what going to work takes time off the taking care of ourself tab. H ave you ever had a bad day in your life at work, you literally feel like you're suffocating? Well, let me take you through my whole experience of working and trying to keep sane. Being employed for the first time in life brings all sorts of blossoms in life and I really thought that when I get a job everything will fall into place. However, it's a different story I guess I was wrong.  The joy of having a payslip gave me...

📸the.photographers.official For me, work has become a major part of my life. I spent more time working than I actually do on myself. Basically, it's what pays the bill so I gotta put more energy where the money is. I've come to see being paid, having a fulfilling job and being mentally well is a scam. You can never have it all. If you do, give yourself a tap on the back. The grim reality is you've to forgo one or the other. Well, in my experience to say the least. Take a deep breath and read that again. It's hitting home right? That's me right now, taking a trip down my past and present experiences and seeing it's either I had none of the those at some point, maybe one along the way and now I've totally neglected my self wellness and awareness. The question if you can't make it to your own to-do list/bucket list is it even worth it? Is it good for you? Life, in general, gets on top us now and again. Sometimes work-related. Sometimes it's human rela...

📸photographers.official It's almost 7 AM but right now I don't really care. In fact, the clamour as boys rush to finish up and head to class is most irritating to me. My tummy grumbles. I don't recall when I last put something in it. For the past three days, my appetite has been shite. Yesterday I tried the fries Ian brought me but threw them up almost as soon as they landed in my tummy. "Hey man, you need to get out of bed," Ian says. "Class starts in a jiffy." "I'm not attending."  To be honest, the class is the last thing on my mind.  I'm thinking of the tiny blue pills the school doctor gave me for my condition. After which he recommended bed rest since they'd leave me feeling drowsy. Apparently, t here's nothing much wrong with me. And that I should simply sleep my trouble off.  "This will be the third day in a row." Ian has a worried look. "Don't you think you should go home instead?"  Ian seems to...