Activities, am writing, Interests, Lifestyle, Soul Stuff

A Stolen Life

In a recent episode of The New Pope, the pope repeatedly shouts “no” in response to the mass killing of innocent people. “No, No, No, No”, he shouts and encourages his audience to join in the chant and I couldn’t help but think of a book I just finished reading for the month of January.

A Stolen life tells the true story of how a girl is kidnapped at the tender age of 11 and is held captive in a room at the back of a house for 18 years – you heard me – she lives in captivity for 18 years! No! She endures 18 years of sexual abuse of the most grotesque kind – No! No! She has 2 children with this man – No! No! No! She meets the man’s wife and they make a life together for those 18 years – No! No! No! No!

Call it a crisis of faith, but I’m finding it more and more difficult to understand how people who do such unspeakable things exist in this world. Yes, hurt people hurt people, but I am outraged by the extent of hurt we inflict on each other as human beings. It’s horrific! No! No! No!

The good news is that she is eventually found and reunited with her mother, sister and aunt. She survived this experience and despite how horrific it was, she is able to find the blessing that came out of her experience. It is taking a great deal of work, but she seems to have come out of it whole and able to make a life out of the circumstances she finds herself in now: still afraid at times, but strong, still living from day to day in some kind of happiness for surviving it all.

If you’re a bookworm and don’t already read these kinds of narratives, then A Stolen life a story for you. It is simply written and very easy to follow. In her writing, Jaycee is still very much that little girl that just wanted to go home to her mom. It is truly a story not only of the injustices of the world but also the will to survive after the most difficult of times.

Thanks for popping in today! It’s always such a pleasure to have you here! Have a beautiful week ahead!

Activities, am writing, Interests, Lifestyle, my adventures

Momo & O

Last night, to help celebrate our friend’s birthday, we tried Asian food at Momo and O on Grant Avenue in Norwood. Here’s what we thought of our experience.

The Drink

If you don’t want to end up going from restaurant to restaurant hoping someone will sell you a bottle of wine because the liquor store is already closed, then you better keep this in mind before heading to Momo and Co: They don’t sell alcohol. They do, however, allow you to bring your own poison and they don’t charge corkage so come prepared!

The Food

As it seems to be the practise with Asian food, Momo’s and Co is very affordable. You can order from the wide range of delicious Tappas or their large helpings of noodles, broth and dumpling dishes. The presentation is also so pretty! We spent a few minutes amireing the Artist presentation before actually eating!

The atmosphere

If you like trying out new food then this is the place for you! In true Asian style, you can order an number of tappas and eat together communal style. This gives you more of a sense of all the food and not just want you order! I was really a relaxed vibe, a space where you can lose track of the time while enjoying good food and good company.Debs, thank you for sharing your special day with you! I hope your birthday weekend was beautiful and file with all the love you deserve! I love you!

And the last cool thing about his spot? Has to be this strange room that leads to the bathrooms. The lighting, the mirrors and the expose facebrick walls all make for an amazing spot for a photo shoot! We. And a bit of fun in there!

Thank you so much for popping in today! It’s always a pleasure to have you here! Have a beautiful week😘

Activities, am writing, Interests, Lifestyle, Love & War, Uncategorized

Love Love Love

It’s February, the month of loooove! The shops are nothing but Valentines cards and chocolates and teddy bears and Twitter, abuzz with debates about gift ideas, while the singles ask each other what they will be doing on the day!

Me? Well, I’m somewhere in between! I don’t bash love- well, not since 2015 anyway. In fact, now I think love is a beautiful thing. And while I won’t be harping on about how the day is a money making scheme ( it is!) nor will I be shooting my shot on any social media platform ( I did that successfully in juniour high, thank you!) I do believe that love of all forms is worth celebrating!

So grab the nearest thing to you: your job, gym life, your friends, your family or even your solitude and tell it you love it! Seriously! The world can be a morbid place and we can never spread too much love into it!

I’ll be at home eating all the chocolate I will have solicited from dem boys because I deserve nice things😂

Have a beautiful evening, dear readers, thanks for visiting! Have a beautiful week!

Activities, Interests, Lifestyle

Sobae Frozen

Do you ever have the intention of doing something or going somewhere and never get around to fulfilling your word? I do,all the time!A few months ago, I promised you the lowdown on Victoria Yards on actual market day. Life got hectic and I couldn’t get to one. Thank goodness for second chances because I made it there today!My friend finally got an official shop in the Victoria Yard space and today was the first day of official business in the space!This one is for all those who love all things sugar free. Sobae is essentially extremely ripe fruits blended with ice and let me tell you, it is delicious! I have a sweet tooth and I loved it! Apparently, you won’t find this kind of tasty treat anywhere else in South Africa. It’s popular in Europe and we are just now catching on!

For more information about this yummy dessert, check out their Instagram page to learn more about their different flavours and where you can find them.

Thank you so much for popping in! It’s always such a pleasure to have you here! Have a beautiful week, erbody!

Activities, Interests, Lifestyle, Teacher Problems

Dem Boys

Happy Wednesday erbody! I’m sorry I left you in the lurch over the past week. It would be an excuse to say I’ve been too busy because I do believe that you make time for that which you love and hold in high esteem and you are both of those things to me!

You may know this already, but I started a new job this year. While it has been a huge adjustment, I have decided to take every new challenge in this new environment as it comes and not to allow myself to get overwhelmed. But It has been difficult to put into words what I have been experiencing; I will do my best today, though.

As of 2020, I am an English teacher at a boys’ school. Yes, the only girls I see during work hours are my female colleagues. I can’t tell you what I was expecting this would be like, but here are 3 differences I have found so far:

Boys will be boys

I’ve heard it said before that boys never grow up; their toys just get more expensive, but these words have never rung truer than they do for me right now. Whether a boy is in 8th grade or 12th grade, he is the same: a goofy, giggly, talkative bundle of energy that you must force to bounce on a yoga ball so that he can stay focused during class! Everything is funny in an all-boys classroom! There is no restraint because of girls they’re trying to impress ( No, I don’t count as a girl they’re trying to impress!). The all-boys classroom is rowdy and if you don’t have them busy writing and giving you feedback from the word go, then you will end up frustrated at the seemingly chaotic environment. I’m still figuring it out but so far, it has helped to start the lesson off by having them take down notes. The minute the chattering starts, I skip to the next slide. It seems that I need to metaphorically grab them by the face and point them to that lesson’s outcome.

What work ethic?

My friend, who is also a teacher at a boys’ school warned me of this one. If dem boys had things their way, every single period would be a free period! The grade 9s ask me every day! I’ve learned to laugh it off while they shrug as though to say, “well, I tried”. If dem boys can push a deadline for an assignment, they will- on the day it is assigned! There is no eagerness to work and no panic about covering the work in the future. Dem boys live in the moment and in the moment, chilling is the order of the day!

Get over it

This is my favourite difference about teaching in an all-boys school. They don’t take you or your reprimands personally. Sure, dem boys push boundaries. They may suggest that you are being unfair, but most of the time, their intension is to get out of working or trouble with you. If you call their bluff, they smile sheepishly and let it go because they know that they were merely taking a chance. I’ve lost it once or twice with them, but they have been quick to apologise. Dem boys don’t hold grudges. I don’t get side-eyed two days later and I don’t worry as much about being liked because, ultimately, whether they like me or not, they keep things moving. I like that.

I don’t understand everything about working with dem boys yet. It’s going to take me this whole year to at least settle in, but this is what I wanted: a new challenge, new ways to hone my craft, to test and validate my ability and I’m in for a quite an adventure!

Interests, Lifestyle, Love & War, Soul Stuff

Growth

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders.

Let me walk upon the water wherever You would call me.

Take me deeper than my feet could ever wonder and my faith will be made stronger...

This time last year, I couldn’t find the voice to sing these words. They would literally get stuck in my throat.

It isn’t God I don’t trust in all situations, it’s me. Trying to survive a storm gets messy. I rage against the world, the people around me, God. I’m less patient than normal and I’m certainly not grateful that this is for my ultimate good. If I had it my way, I would avoid the storms, to be honest, and I wish God would cut me some slack. It’s not pretty and I sit in the shame of that fact the entire time. But, whether we are willing to go through it to get through it or not, the storms still come, we stumble through the mess land the other side, sometimes in shambles.

The good news is that the thorn was eventually removed and I’m experiencing some relief. Life isn’t necessarily what I’d like it to be now, but I must say that I am stronger now because of the storm. This morning, this song came up on the projector and I belted it out! I felt no dread or resentment for what may or not lie ahead or what I had been through already. Yes, the storms seem unbearable at the time, but it feels good to be on the other side of it, still intact and better. And that is the beautiful ebb and flow of life: no matter how bad things get, it will pass and you will get to the other side; you will survive. I hope you remember that no matter what is going on in your life. Hang in there!

Thank you so much for popping in! Its always a pleasure to have you here! Have a beautiful week ahead, erbody!

Activities, Interests, Lifestyle, Teacher Problems

What’s in a Name?

New Colleague: Hi there, what’s your name?

Me: Noloyiso

New Colleague: Loyiso?

Me:No.lo.yi.so

New colleague: Noyoliso! Welcome to the school!

If you are a black South African working in predominantly white spaces, this is often the conversations you find yourself in upon arrival. Kids born pre-Apartheid often had an African name and a “Christian” name. The latter was ( and still often is) used at school and later on when you go into the work world. My parents gave all their children one African name. I’m grateful for this because African names tell our stories. When you call me Noloyiso, you declare me Victorious ( the meaning of my name – I was my parents’ first daughter) so, knowing how to pronounce my name is extremely important to me.

I didn’t always feel this way. In fact, I didn’t always think about it at all. In 5th grade, I started at a new school and my new teacher decided that Noloyiso was too long opting to call me Nolo instead. I thought nothing of it at the time and I grew up being called Nolo and introducing myself as Nolo.

Over the past decade maybe, the question of my name has bothered me. Because I introduced myself as Nolo, this trickled down to me being Nolo Lange on official documents and on professional platforms. To an extent, this was my fault; I did introduce myself by my casual half name after all. A new job is an opportunity to reinvent yourself, to be something you were not in the past and so I decided that I would change how I introduced myself at my new work environment.

Listen, it’s exhausting: correcting people and even saying my full name over and over ( 4 syllables is a lot!) But it is my name, my story and I want to tell it. I really appreciate those who have asked its meaning because the appreciation for my name deepens once they know. And no, I don’t have a problem being called Nolo, as long as you know what it’s short for and thanks to social media, those closest to me are in the loop without the elaborate explanation!

So, I guess what I’m saying is this: don’t take African names for granted. They tell ours and our families stories. We learn how we came into being and the situations we were born into. My friend Baxolise says our names are the tasks set out for us by our parents going into the world and it is a huge undertaking. Saying a black person’s name is acknowledging that, reminding them of that and that is important.

Thank you so much for popping in! It’s always lovely to have you here! Have a beautiful week😘