Interests, Lifestyle, Series, Soul Stuff

Reflections: Babies or No Babies


The choice not to procreate is rarely discussed. Maybe it is because most people are so sure that they want children. For most, procreating is a natural part of life and it wouldn’t make sense not to want kids.

I have a similar view on motherhood and have chosen not to have children for now. Much like Noloyiso’s views on Baby Mama, I am open to having children but also realise that this may not be the natural path for my life.

My personal view is that one should plan accordingly before making the decision to have kids. This begins with the person you procreate with down to having the resources to raise a child. Ask any parent and none of them will tell you that parenthood is easy. It is easily the most difficult yet rewarding thing that you will probably do in your life.

People and society need to remember that we are all allowed the choice of motherhood but, also, not to choose it. I’m sure all the “when are you having a baby questions” are coming from a good place however, people need to learn to exercise caution with these questions. They also need to refrain from asking these questions when they are not close to that man or woman.

Personally, I will always like to look back on this post when I reflect on my decision not to have kids in my 20s. Per the article, I am broody but reserve my right to have children only when I am ready to do so.

In 2020, may all women make decisions that are right for them!

am writing, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

Better Than Me

No one knows how to lift my spirits better than me.Just put me behind the wheel and give me an adventure to embark on.

No one knows how to make my heart flutter better than me. Play me something beautiful, progressions with minors and husky voices and words that sing what I feel.

No one takes care of me better than me. Give me my matchbox flat, flavours to mix in a pot that nourish my belly and my soul.

No one calms me better than me. Make the room quiet and leave me to my own devices.

No one knows me better than me and no one loves me better than me because I’m all I’ve got…

Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

Rain

The miserable grey clouds have cacooned us in their layers of misery and send downpours onto our heads and roofs. The rain seeps into our shoes and dampens our feet. It finds cracks on our roof tops and trickles down the walls forming a puddle on the the carpet -the pitter-patter is a persistant song.

At first the downpour was a welcomed relief from the heat. But now everything is wet. Out feet, our clothes, our car seats that catch drops when we hastily climb in and out. Where is the sun?!

It is up there, hovering just above the thick blanket. It is slowly penetrating the glass sealing from the outside and soon we will see its rays and feel its warmth on our faces. There is hope…

Love & War, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

The Lull

The price she pays for peace of mind is silence; a lull during which there are no ripples in the water, it is quiet; not a breath of wind or movement. She’s at a loss during those times. She longs for the bustle of activity, chatter and laughter, arguments or  something! “How do you do it though?!” She has been asked. She doesn’t know how to answer that. But such times are to be enjoyed. She is learning to give her energy to the trivial things; not the detrimental trivia but the reading and cleaning and organising and re-organising as she awaits the next activities. She thinks that is the trick to living in the lull – not to try to survive the lull, but to own the moment as though she chose it.