Being Marica

The Collab Movement .. as you know was born out of ordinary people who believed in having a role to do more - for us all. Our member's base currently  affirms the thinking behind the Movement when we all sat around a table 'that' winter's night to get a strategy in place and to go on to form a conscious, actions relevant & this constructive platform. Since launch, the local requests on 'how to do more' and the global requests to collaborate leaves us ever committed.  Daily we're inspired and determined to build. We appreciate member's readiness. We appreciate some of South Africa's greatest minds, professionals and people from all walks of life who enjoyed the launch video and who signed up. We're doing this with you and as we stand in this place of where we are, the reality of things now and defending flaws never. We value our country enough to find the abundance right here and we have the acumen to navigate the Movement'...

She Knew, # her too, what she was dealing with. She knew rehabilitation there was none for what he suffered. Decency and sincerity..his own illness were words whose meaning he'd never understand and his much needed treatment would arrogantly be resisted. But he tested # her too on the meaning of so many words. She lived their meaning well while he struck her. Not for any fifty + years was he about anyone else outside of himself. Maybe next December.  She should never hold her breath. He knows only what he needs and the rest is wallpaper he gets to use fast. A good game which went on brilliantly for too long. She saw quickest. Kids! A show and maybe another mother to clean the farce ..finally retirement planning which she'd be groomed into ..to provide for him. Nothing ever for anyone else. Just him first. But.. She Saves. It's now his life alone to fix and to figure out all by himself. Maybe he'll be newly introduced to the honest meaning found in words De...

Her hair cascaded . Her skin silken.. The room fragranced and silence spoke so loud. How he, He missed her celibacy. Reserved to Jasmin, Neroli, Sandalwood. Reserved to Life. These spring nights. She blossomed

So the last week and a bit has not been easy for me and presumably any ordinary person who believes in this amazing and welcoming place which I also call home - South Africa. I have put myself into my work as an entrepreneur has had to and without much other luxury than to focus to survive. Ofcourse to thrive is the goal because it simply means I can do so much more for so many others than I currently do. Regardless I believe we do what we need to where we can and with what we have. It's something I was raised with. I believe in worrying about others enough to make my own life uncomfortable and somewhat stressful even when it could be the complete opposite. Call me stupid ( oh wait some of you already did that...)  but I believe that when we simply spectate, especially when so much around us needs fixing, then we participate in perpetuating a problem. So again, last week in particular was very hard to witness what people are capable of doing to other people. It was a ...