Alone versus lonely in a group

My friend and I were chilling with two other girls we grew up with in the same neighbourhood. This hardly happens and I am happy. I hardly go out and the fresh air feels so good. Did it really have to take someone to get me out of the house? Well, it seems that’s the case, since I have not been out since then.

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How to lose R1000: A mask era

I am sharing my experience as open awareness especially for the youth in rural communities where wearing a mask is still treated like a rumour. It’s real! We are so far gone into the pandemic that a time where we lived without a mask is a fantasy. It is hard to imagine a life without one even with the vaccines having arrived in South Africa.

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Home or Abroad?

From a very young age, I was always in awe with our country and its beauty, land, diversity, and culture – and as cliché as that sounds, that passion and love for my country has guided me. From my high school days, I have been an avid accounting geek and that continued with me until I finished school, I always dreamed of being this “big city” accountant and living this corporate world life.

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She is not an animal!

We are now living in a world where respect for women has become a thing of the past. A world where beating up a woman has become a norm. A world where ‘getting away with murdering women’ has become the order of the day. A world where a husband beats up his wife to the point of leaving permanent scars. A world where a son rapes his sister, and nothing is done about it.

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Armour our learners for better futures

High school is arguably a beautiful place. Many lifetime friendships are conceived there, formed, and nurtured only to be separated after matric and rekindled on social media later on in life. For some, high school is horrible, a place of the devil. Some don’t even make it out. However handsome or horrid the place can be, it does possess a ubiquitous common denominator that is education.

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Do you know when you are not coping?

I don’t know why, but I was the last person to find out that I wasn’t okay. I remember my psychiatrist asking “why are you here?”, I answered “I don’t know”. Even on a hospital bed, it still didn’t hit me that I was indeed sick. That’s the thing about mental illnesses, you don’t see blood coming out of a wound, you don’t feel a burning sensation or inflammation anywhere on your body. Really guys! Do you know when you are not coping?

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