The Untold

  So apparently, we’ve officially entered that era where every weekend there’s either is a wedding, a Chilanga mulilo, an engagement, or a kitchen party. If it’s not yours, you’re either dancing for someone else, balancing a plate of rice and chicken, or checking your Pinterest board, trying to figure out what to wear at last minute. And if it  is  yours? Well… congratulations!! let’s just say the fun doesn’t end with the ring. 😂  Some of the “new aunties and uncles” are happily married and succeeding. They’re glowing, posting anniversary pictures, and giving us “love goals” content.  Others are engaged and busy trying to decide on colour themes, guest lists, and family politics (because suddenly everyone wants to “own” your wedding). Meanwhile at the wedding meetings ? they’re asking ‘Who’s paying for the decor? Can’t we just have this instead of that?’  Like… sorry, did I miss the part where it stopped being  my  wedding? 😂💀 Then there’s the ...

  Three months to go before 2025 ends, and I must say, this year alone has been a roller coaster. I don’t mean in the ‘adventures, lunch hangouts, and random friend escapades’ kind of way. I had one of those moments that really slapped me into realising that we’re not the babies anymore… we’re the “ new aunties/ uncles”  now. So, picture this. In the second quarter of the year, a close friend of mine lost his mother. I went to visit just to show some love and support. Now, my friend lost his dad back in his teen years, he probably had all the time in the world to cry, grieve, and slowly heal. But this time? Nah… totally different story 😬. The first time I saw him at the funeral house after he lost his mother, he looked so composed. Too composed. His face didn’t even look like someone who was mourning. Like, bro… are you even allowed   to cry or what? The usual talking and catching up led him to spill the truth about the pressure being all on him as the firstborn in his “...

  I recently turned a year older, and let me tell you, adulthood is hitting differently. You know that moment when you show up somewhere and suddenly people are calling you  “aunty” ? That’s when it hits you that we’re officially the “ new aunties in town ”. Not sure where the new uncles are hiding though 😅. It’s wild, isn’t it? It’s such a strange stage of life where so much is happening all at once. One minute you’re the one being told what to do, the next minute you’re the one everyone is looking up to. Some are already married, while others are still thinking about it, others are chasing careers, hustling, or figuring things out as we go. Our parents are retiring, responsibilities are piling up, and suddenly we’re the ones holding things together.  🥲Who approved this upgrade? Because honestly, I wasn’t done being the “baby of the family” yet 😅. But here’s the truth, not everyone has it all figured out, and that’s okay. This stage of life is messy, beautiful, stress...

LEAVING Cape Town International Airport, we are greeted by a breathtaking sight- the iconic Table Mountain looming in the distance, its dark silhouette seemingly cloaked in mist. Yet, as we drew closer, the mountain revealed itself, its flat-topped summit standing proudly against the sky. Our journey into Cape Town offered a glimpse into the city’s diverse landscape.  The drive revealed a contrast of dense residential areas where houses seemed to merge into one another, their divisions unclear from a distance.  Clean roads led us through the town center   bustled with life, on one side characterised by a dense network of rail lines, branching off in various directions like arteries of connectivity, contrasted sharply with the makeshift shelters of homeless individuals (squatters) who have crafted makeshift homes from cardboard and boxes, transforming humble materials into shelters they proudly call home. Venturing further into Cape Town, the vibrant pulse of the city beca...