Oh, the horror!

It was a typical summers day in Sun valley, Cape Town and the valley was certainly living up to its name. The heat from the sun was warm and inviting, but the shade from the large trees scattered on the sidewalks were a welcomed haven of cool. She jumped between tree shade and sunlit pavement…

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Cake girl – a limerick

There once was a girl, she is me. She was born in a town near the sea. She's been chubby her whole life, it's caused her much trouble and strife, because she pretends that all cake is fat free.

The missing sock

Oh little sock where have you gone? I have your partner, the pair you came from. The drum is empty, I checked it twice, if you would just turn up now that would be nice. You are not on the floor or in the laundry bag, is that you over there? No! Just a cleaning…

A million miles

She looks,....... no message. She sighs. She looks again,...... no message. She puts her phone out of reach, out of sight out of mind.... Or maybe not, she leans over and picks it up yet again but this time holding the screen side down, should she look? Does she dare? Of course she looks..... In…

Summer, a short poem

The sun comes up, the earth gets warm, the masses rush to the beach, in an unorganised swarm. The waves wash up and tickle the sand, pulling in and back out, oh isn't it grand. A little girl with an ice cream dripping down her limb, her brother rushes to the writhing water, desperate for…

Vegetarian in leather boots!

The word Vegetarian in this day and age has taken on a whole new meaning. Over the years of working in restaurants i have stumbled across a plethora of people claiming to be vegetarian, but are they truly vegetarian? I understand the differences between vegetarian and vegan but at the same time  I struggle to…

Babies! 

It's a simple fact that there is a stereotype in life that woman should all want husbands and babies, and even though we live in an era that denotes equality between men and woman, female independence and feminism on the rise this stereotype or stigma still secretly lingers in the deepest part of our minds.…