Invigilation is a slow game of Pacman. There are, however, no winners;

Just teachers entrenched in those aisle

Picking up dropped pencils and adjusting facedown student cards- bored out of their minds

Knowing fully well that their only escape is a quiet classroom and a pile waiting for that red tick- Or red cross.

Students, stuck in their seats filling pages and pages with dates and sums and reasons in hopes that they will will be rewarded. Sometimes merely waiting for the declaration: “Pens down!”

Indeed, this game of Pacman holds us all hostage!


The Art of War

Sport is war. It is blood and  sweat and bruises. Bruised knees, grazed hands, collision after collision. It is an amalgamation of failures and rejoicing, small victories and frustration- small battles. And in the end, you either win or lose the war!


I forbid my learners to use pencils in class.You see, they strive too much for perfection. They write everything in pencil then rewrite it all in pen and, like magic, they produce perfect work – but all the content incorrect. I want them to learn that learning is a process that is not always perfect…

I just hit the halfway mark of the red abyss. That’s right girls and boys, it’s exam time! looking back on the first half, it has been anything but smooth. some days I would only get through 3 or 4 scripts. It’s a rough time in my personal life, you see, and that just spilled over to my work – it happens. So these past 2 weeks I’ve pretty much felt like one of those cartoon characters that gracelessly stumble down a hill hitting their heads and butts and shoulders and faces all the way down the hill and landing with a thud at the bottom. 

But somehow, I am still intact. I think that’s what counts: arriving in one piece, or at least arriving. That’s what learning is about. So clearly I need to take my own advice. Hopefully, the second half of the redabyss will be much less painful though…


Sigh… The only thing I can stifle out of me as I read the closing lines of this novel. Is that it? Is this all it boils down to? No matter which side of the track we are born and raised on, will the black child forever be disatisfied with being black? Will white always be a disposition we strive for? Will their soft hair and pale skin and their twang always be better?Surely, we have evolved! Surely we love ourselves just a little bit…

Matlwa paints a very bleek picture of the African child. I’m disappointed…

Woman Crush Wednesday. We’re Fancy!


I’m about to kill two birds with one stone – Woman Crush Wednesday and Track of the Day!

This tune celebrates the ladies that go to gym to look good for themselves, women who are “book and street smart”, ladies who are confident and have vision and know what they are about. This tune celebrates you and me, ladies so turn it up to full blast and belt it out!

So shout out to the home owners
The girls that got diplomas
And enough money to loan us
A little something extra
Should we ever need it
If it sounds like you then let me hear your repeat it!


The Colour of Water


I always say I don’t read much, not for pleasure anyway – occupational hazard. But this year while in search for a cool idea for my classroom walls, I found this book collage on good-old Google. Every time a learner finishes reading a novel a copy is made of the cover and pasted on the wall. I’m hoping for a full wall come the end of the year.

Now, very few things work well in the classroom if you as the teacher don’t lead by example so I’ve been reading too and even roped in two other teachers and the headmaster to make a contribution to what we call The Book Wall of Fame.


I digress. What was my point again? Oh yeah! I’ve finished my third book this year! Yay me! While this particular novel is the grade 11 setwork so technically it’s work and not pleasure, I have found it very relatable and the themes of identity and isolation incredibly close to my heart.

Find this novel and get into it! It’s an easy read and a well panned out story based on someone’s real life. I admire any woman who is strong and fiercely independant; I was raised by one after all!