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This Way

I wasn’t born this way.

I wasn’t born in pain.

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She smiles to herself all the time and laughs out loud at the thought of your  mannerisms. She sleeps with the TV off now and seldom wakes in the sad hours of the morning to the reminder that she is in mourning. She dares to believe that the sun has come up and the time for weeping has passed. She revels in this newfound disposition the way a pig revels in mud. She is the pink, plump, happy pig and you are her mud.

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I’m Outchea

Me: eeeeek! I can’t wait! This is so cool! It’ll be so much fun! Maybe we’ll- or you’ll -I really hope you- eeeeeeek! I’m gonna burst, I swear…

You: *grinding* *pushing paper* *meeting* *trebble Vs base* Just all round busy. Got no time for lady teachers on holiday and have nothing better to do than wait for me😎

And then the online blings….

Me:*sigh of relief* I thought you were gone forever, but as it turns out…

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Clean Slate


Hi, my name is Nolo and I am here in an attempt to start afresh. I’ve been blogging for many years but on a different platform. I’ve always been one for having all my eggs in one basket, you see, and because I have a gmail account it was only natural to have a Google blog, but it’s time to throw caution to the wind! The world is full of possibilities and I go to seek the great perhaps – or something like that.


I just came back from a 4 day holiday in Mozambique! It was truly beautiful! The last trip I made to another country was to Lesotho on a mission trip almost 10 years ago and now I’m starting to itch for adventure and maybe escape. I’m hoping that one day I will escape for good….


Probably the most memorable thing about Mozambique was the water. Our tent houses were in the bushes and we could not see the sea – yes, I did that – but one could hear the waves crash into each other long before you saw them -what blissful sleep. It’s August and I’m accustomed to freezing Cape Town water, but this water, this water was cold but did not cut to the bone. It invited you to dip your toe in just one more time until finally it was pleasant to the skin mmmmh

I think my next holiday needs to be at a beach…. but where, oh where…..