The truth about travelers

Couldn’t have said it any better…as a traveler myself, I absolutely love this article.

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We have been called many things. Travelers, by default. But we like to be called nomads. Explorers. Vagabonds. Adventurers. Wayfarers. Modern gypsies. Wanderers. We’ve adopted them all. A growing breed of humans with restless feet and the inability to stay still, the inability to stay in one place.

That is who we are. And that’s just the gist of it.

We come from all walks of life, from bustling gray colored cities, sleepy beach towns, snow-covered metropolises, small villages nestled in between lush green mountains, we come from everywhere. But our inner gravity always brings us to the same place… the road.

We deem courage weighs more than money when it comes to travel. We’re not rich, not financially well-off and we don’t travel for luxury. Our money does not come from rich parents, trust funds, or whatever privileges you think we have in order to maintain…

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All about me

How weird, today I was actually thinking of my blog and the reason behind it’s name, and alas, today my topic is about how my blog name came about. Well it’s quiet simple really, I think I can safely say I have morphed in to a zodiac/star sign person, which 10 years ago I never really gave much thought about it. So people celebrate my birthday on the 21st of June. Note how I excluded myself from that statement, I don’t really celebrate my birthday, I leave that to other people. Now the winter baby that is me, my zodiac sign is quiet tricky. I say this because my birthday falls on what is known as a “cusp”, when 2 signs overlap each other, hence one’s view of my zodiac sign differs from the next. One moment I’m a Gemini, the next moment I’m a Cancer. Talk about identity crisis. BUT, and that it is a big but, knowing myself, I actually posses the traits of both these signs, strong traits at that, which leaves me in an even more confused state. That being said, I would much rather be a #Gemini, because I feel the shoe fits, and if the shoe fits, better strap up like Cinderella and wear it. There’s more than one side to me…….there’s 2, one minute I’m hot, the next I’m cold and all this happens in the space of a nano second, faster than the blink of an eye. I should know, that’s reason enough to pole-vault to the conclusion that I am indeed a Gemini. And that ladies and gentlemen is how the blog was conceived, along with a couple of other things I have coined the same name, it wasn’t just an after thought, as many of you may have thought *clears throat*……..



New year, new resolutions & all that jazz…..

The dawn of a new year, 2014, the start of a blank book, other say, with 365 blank pages, just waiting to be written by you, the author of your own life, architect of your own happiness, captain of your ship and master of your fate. It’s about that time that people start making new years resolutions, needless to say most people are guilty of not even accomplishing half of the things they promised they would before the year is out, me included.

I think the most popular and worst new year’s goal people make and often do not manage to achieve is loosing weight and eating healthy and, join a gym and, and…..I’ve heard this one so many times before it’s annoying to say the least. When are we going to realize that this is not X-Men, we don’t just morph overnight, these things take time and one has to work towards reaching a certain goal. I have decided though, for this year that I will not be making any new year’s resolutions, I will just aim to grow wiser and handle every situation as best as I possibly can.

It’s going to be an interesting 12 months I must say, the masses seem optimistic,there’s definitely that air of enthusiasm and positivity it’s almost tangible or maybe it’s still early days……I mean it’s only the 1st day of the year. *as the pessimist in me rears it’s ugly head*

2013: The year that was…

2013 was definitely a roller coaster ride of a year for South Africa, to put it mildly. When I think back to the month of Jan, to date I can confidently say that the year was marred and characterized by death. Yes, the grim ripper was having a field day on this country in the past 12 months, both on a high profile level to the girl next door, and i mean that quite literally. So many events, where does one even begin.

I doubt anyone will soon forget the gruesome shooting of the ever so beautiful Reeva Steenkamp by his lover Oscar, and I’m pretty sure the nation hasn’t forgiven him for that. The country was robbed of a lovely, blonde model with an enchanting smile. May her soul rest in Peace. The case of the #Guptagate, hilarious story that, and up till now, we still don’t know who authorized that plane to land at the Waterkloof airport, and maybe never will (no surprises there). The strike season, that seemed to go on forever, causing a domino effect on the Rand, hiking fuel and food prices, but sadly people’s salaries didn’t even move. *smh*. The infamous #VaviGate, which, if I’m not mistaken caused a rift between Vavi and his wife, but then again Noluthando must just be a big girl because Vavi cheated on his first wife with her. What goes around comes around girl. The news reporters had more than enough material to work with this year I tell you.

Then there was the controversial case of the #NkandlaGate, notice how everything news worthy had a hash-tag and was preceded by the word “Gate” for some odd reason. (I blame twitter). The Nkandla report was a topic of interest among the South Africans and had tweeps up in arms raising all sorts of valid (some just plain funny) but all wanting to know why tax payers are bearing the brunt of supporting the President and his trail of wives. I’m of the opinion that if one wants to have multiple wives, one should be able to take car of them……..alone, leave the tax payers out of it. Not forgetting a word that many think should be added to the South African dictionary (if there is one) *drum roll*……”Firepool”. I don’t even want to get into the meaning of this word because it’s just too pathetic. As if that was not enough, (but this President makes it easy to make fun of him though) the first citizen went and approved what has now been coined the #eTollGate. Where exactly does he think the average Joe will get an extra give or take R400 odd to pay to use a public road. Someone please help me out.

Last but not least, 2013 was the year Africa de Sud lost the Son of Africa, a stalwart, a colossus, Dr Nelson Mandela. The beloved country of South Africa was at a loss. One could write books about the life and times of this great man, the first black President of the SA, I highly doubt there will ever be one like him, his soul, may it rest in peace.

With a hundred other incidents in between, these were just some of the highlights that had the masses talking, if there was one thing that we did this year, was talk, deliberate, debate, argue and tweet. With just over 24 hours left of the year, I’m pretty sure there’s quite a number of people that cannot wait to usher it out, and welcome the next year, which has already been termed 20 Fortune.

#2014, the nation is ready.



“Music is my re…

“Music is my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness”.

Starting my blog with a quote from one of my favorite authors and a great wordsmith.The first of many quotes & articles to be published on this platform……most of which will probably be my own opinions. That being said, let me pose a question- Why follow your dreams when you can follow my blog??