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Life can be really unpredictable, and what to do when life situations suddenly decide to change the direction to which the ship of one’s life was suppose to sail, is indeed a blank space.

It all started 6 years ago, I was just at the brink of concluding my final examination in high school. My goal, dream and aspiration was to become a medical doctor, and to this end I read relentlessly. With the outcome of a successful examination, I looked onward with hope of getting my aspiration aright, but instead at the peak of my confidence, I was let down in shackles of disappointment. Like the pain a pregnant woman faces at the point of labor, so also was the pain I felt, the only difference is that the later pain comes with a sense of being lost.

After much extra attempts at getting medicine from various institutions, I come to settle with that which I was given in one of the institution I came across. Before me was an opportunity to pursue a career in Agricultural Sciences, a field I once swore to never tread. But then, my realistic option were really limiting; with a fear of an unknown future, I asked my self the simple question, “what will become of me and my future?”.

Now it’s no strange question I just asked myself, I muttered within; because I know a million other youth out there ask themselves the same thing everyday. But still, what do I do when all is said and done, do I pack my life like a car on the edge of a lost road or I keep moving on till I arrive at a special destination I know nothing off. This questions plagued me for so long, but then I did eventually let go of it all.

Join me as I unravel my life’s journey of uncertainty in this new memoir.

Second entry coming soon.




The eventful night of Wednesday ended with the rising of the Thursday morning sun, leaving me in a middle state of inception. My consciousness was just barely coming back to me when I noticed My roommate for the night was already alerting me of his goodbyes, via the packing of his luggage’s. With a one closed eyes, I bid my friend good day, hoping to see him soon again. While I was yet she contemplating whether or not to close the one opened eye I had on while bidding my friend good day, The Ram close to the window of my room started making some certain noises that inevitably drew my attention and placed an end to my longing for more sleep time., I could faintly fathom the imaginary thought of pain the animal is putting up with in its head, knowing partially well he would be slaughtered in a couple of hours for the Popular eid-Mubarak festival celebrated widely by the Muslims.

The fun for the day had just began when my dad’s friends started off on each others throat, each one of them insulting the other in a derogatory tone. I mustn’t lie, the catastrophic scene was more fun than I could have anticipated, and to this end I, I sat down to take a bowl of pepper soup while I watch the gullible scene our supposed father’s were creating. I know alcohol can be a source of inspiration, but then; no one told me it’s a form of truth serum!

After watching the elderly men tear each other into shreds, the sleep I thought was over 13 hrs ago was already making a loud knock to my head, apparently it’s time to go revisit my succulent mattress. Without much thought, today was a another splendid day in my life!

A Letter to My Future Wife


The whole matter of relationship for so long, have been a topic I don’t like coming to reality to face. Reason been that, I have seen a lot of heart-broken, for what they believed so much in to be a genuine love. And yet we all go around proclaiming how important love and relationship is to our survival.

But then, the pain that comes with loving someone so dearly doesn’t stay without its own gains. as much as love and relationship hurt when it’s over, the joy it brings while it remains can’t be quantify.

So therefore, this is a letter to my future wife;

Dear Future wife,

hello love, my name is Michael and in as much as you don’t know me now, soon you’ll come to be my life partner. a lot of things won’t be right with me. in fact, you may have to fix my broken heart over a long duration. my complexity will be frustrating, that am sure off, but then don’t look at the complex man who i have come to be; instead, look deep into my eyes to find the simplicity of my person, if not for love, but then for our unborn child.

over the years sweet heart, you’ll come to discover the past i have kept so well from you, and it will disgust you. but please don’t turn to friends for explanations; please turn to me for explanations. i would sometimes be arrogant, but then love, please don’t try to outsmart my arrogance; instead, just lemme be.

lastly, i would do a lot of things that would provoke you to divorce, seeing how my empathy is a little low towards love. but please dear always turn to my mother; because “she is indeed the only one who can quench my raging storm!”.

yours sincerely

your future Husband



Early this week, I read a post on a lovely blog about A letter to the newly diagnosed , to which end I placed a touching comment.

But then this post did not just captured my eyes and intellect, it also found a way to my heart. I have always thought of what power illness, sicknesses and disease operate with, that makes them exert so powerful an impression and a restructured way of life on their victims. But then, the more I ponder on such thought, the more I feel heavy at heart towards all that is concerned. Sometimes last year I had a brief illness, I believe the Doctor tagged it “gonorrhea ” but then I would not put you guys through the detail as to how I contracted such ailment. The pertinent inspiration I want to draw from such experience was that, during the period of time this ailment persist, there wasn’t a part of my existence that didn’t flash before my eyes, from the past to my present. This flashback overwhelmed me and in no time, depression sets in; my only saving thought was how do I stay alert.

Going to the toilet, I can’t overestimate the pain that engulf me whenever I want to use the convenience room, but then the hope my doctor placed in my heart brought a whole new light to my life, this hope; I will forever be grateful for, because it just didn’t add to my strength, it gave me something to look forward to and at that moment, my life changed for the better.

That moment, was my life defining moment, where I understood more about what life could be for different people going through different things and circumstances. Always take it to heart to always say something beautiful to anyone around you, because in reality you just cannot tell what does beautiful words you saying could be doing to that person.


“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

It was indeed a coincidence! we met like a stranger at the hallway, looked past each other like we were never going to talk to each other ever. then suddenly the organization’s WIFI was our common ground. from that day onward, our friendship  became a long story filled with emotions, it got so serious seeing the end was so hurtful, but then a end was inevitably going to surface. but then who said “a friendship ever have to end!” its all about one’s perspectives. just as Dr. Seuss said “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” and this is all am grateful for.
in memory of a wonderful friend.




As a child, Tracy grew up in a crowd oriented family, she was the sixth born of 10 children. Her father had two wife’s, her mom and her step mum. The story of how her father had for himself two wife’s was indeed a sad occurrence, its a story Tracy never considers sharing whenever she’s asked.

Growing up for Tracy was as difficult as trying to mine a rock. She had to rely on people’s help, favor and kindness to thrive from one stage to another: it wasn’t a pretty life as one would have imagined, she was subjected to emotional instability by different benefactors. Everyone is always out there to use her first and later give her some changes for survival; oftentimes, Tracy was always found at the chapel’s alter crying and praying, every worker at the church does know her condition, and the circumstances surrounding her family. It’s indeed a thing of amazement that she could have made it this far, she was in 300 level and was also on a scholarship, studying psychology at the University of Pretoria. 

Two years afterwards, Tracy joy was so enormous she could barely hold it together, it was that year she graduated with a second class upper in psychology. Looking back, Tracy will always say only one thing! Which was, “none of my child will do what I had to do to survive.” As one her closest friend, I would ask, “Tracy what is this thing you wouldn’t tell me that you did to survive this past 5 years”, she smiled as she always did, and told me it’s all past now. That was the last time we had that conversation. And then she moved to her home country Swaziland  to meet with her family.

Two years after school, my office was relocating some workers from Cape Town zonal office to our headquarters here at Johannesburg. Everyone was on edge that particular day, because we would often have to go through some test (Psych Evaluation) by a psychologist, to make sure no one his having hostile feeling about the company’s restructuring. It’s important to retain a sane mind while working in this line of work. The time table and workers schedule for the evaluation was set in place, and mine was scheduled for the next day. I relaxed myself that night, cleared my brain from any form of hostility, and lastly I forgave all my coworkers who I’m recent times got me pissed, and then I went to bed.

The next morning, I didn’t bother going to the office since the evaluation was scheduled to take place at The Peech Hotel, on getting to the pent house, I rang the bell, and a calm voice echoed “enter” to me. Without much delay, I was so fast to notice the beautiful dress the psychologist was putting on, it was a distinctive kind of short gown, one I know with only one person, “TRACY”, but then it’s a formal event so I would have to wait for the person to turn and face me before I know for sure if it’s Tracy or not and then jump up in excitement. Good morning ma! Was my way of breaking the silence. It took the psychologist forever to reply, but then instead of replying with good morning, she instead called me by my nickname in school. At that point my certainty was there, it was Tracy!, I couldn’t help myself from jumping over her like a kid. After much excitement, she showed me my sit, it was time for my evaluation! 

To be continued



so am not really big on poem et al, but I’ve decide to give it this bold try.

The thought of the love I should have had, remained as hopeless as the shape the window in the attic had assume;

The believe and faith that loves brings, seems all so old like the window frame of a haunted attic;

waiting patiently by the rear of the window, hoping for a miracle to intervene;

like a still water, the atmosphere around me remained real calm;

at the frustration of my lost mind, I decide to depart the window;

now leaving the confinement of the illusive window, which effects on me sure felt like I was lost in space!

I could almost believe within myself, that I never went close to the mysterious window in the first place;

An illusion I will surely tell and announce!

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