TokisoM Writes

“Can someone please explain fake eye-lashes (or weaves, nails, make-up)?” Unless the owner of this question is planning on trying out the above mentioned items this shouldn't be a conversation. Actually it baffles me that it’s still a conversation – especially between us black women. The argument usually touches on taking pride in your African identity and loving yourself as God made you…blah blah blah! Usually those starting the conversation are rocking the natural look. And probably said person is educated or well read or well travelled or well…who cares what their credentials are. Ain't easy to maintain it like this!!! Like I said it baffles me that women in weaves, make-up, eye-lashes and nails are under attack. Being a black woman is hard enough already! As women we need to start having progressive conversations such as; buying property, starting companies, studying further, aiming for promotions, investments…etc. What I put on my head, fake or not, doesn't cha...

Yes I mean that exactly; you are replaceable! I read in shock Jay Naiidoo’s column in the Sunday Times recently, titled ‘Cracks are showing’. It was a piece talking about South Africa ’s youth being restless too, considering the revolts happening in north Africa and the Middle East . He states “Fifty-two percent of our population are under the age of 25, and conservative estimates tell us half of them are unemployed.” Fact is I’m under 25 and one of the few blessed with employment. Not yet permanent but working in the field I studied in, and when my contract ends I will have work experience and skills that come with having a job. Basically I will have increased my employability. With so many people unemployed it means that should I mess up my current opportunity, someone out there is ready to grab that opportunity. Just like that, my desk can be filled. This brings me back to the title of my blog: “You are replaceable”. Simply just waking up, going to work, doing what’s required and...

I am constantly at war with right and wrong. Doing and saying what is right according to ME is the toughest thing on earth. I am filled with doubt and questions. I can see that not everything fits like a glove as it should. I keep wondering if I am putting myself in a position where I am allowing myself to be a play thing. But yet a part of me wants to not think about it. Emotions aside, the question is “what's in it for me?” Well thus far a lot. But this transaction is becoming a bit of a burden. There comes a time when you have to cut your losses but when is that time. I am patiently waiting for life to happen. I hate suffering. My creator did not place me in this world to suffer. I am meant to shine like a star and touch the sky. I am meant for greatness, I am meant to see the world and not get caught up in societies expectations of how to do things. I am meant soar like an eagle and worry about those other things way later in life, if I ever do. I am patiently waiting for life ...