Meghan, I am Sorry

As women, we have failed you, and for that, I am sorry.

She walked down that aisle and at that moment, the world saw the “face” of the royal family change forever. The light, the love and the simplicity you have brought into this family is astounding, you are in our hearts and mind, the change that Lady Diana hoped to see for this great nation.

So much judgement has come around how plain the dress was and how big it was. In my heart of hearts. Before judging, did anyone stop to think, here is this phenomenal woman, a peasant in the eyes of royalty, marrying a prince, marrying into royalty. Perhaps you thought, I wonder what she must be feeling, I wonder what it must be like to marry a prince. Did you wonder, on such a momentous day, what it was like for her to walk down the aisle without her father? Perhaps all the pressure, the stress and the worry over her father’s health lead to sudden weight loss leading up to this day? It has happened to many brides before their wedding day, so why not poor Meghan. For this, I am sorry.

The pure, innocent love was the highlight of the day, the look on Prince Harry’s face as Meghan appeared in the distance, and this is what we have been waiting to see for so many years for the infamous Prince. The happiness that filled our hearts watching the silent words shared at the alter between lovers, the joy that overcame us as you said “I will.” The goosebumps we got when Rev. Michael Curry quoted Martin Luther King Jr. When the choir belted Stand by me and this little light of mine, we knew in our hearts that you, Meghan, are the change our world needs. You, are our breath of fresh air.

The second dress of the day was the one that stole the show, the one that showed off the beauty of this amazing woman who will change the world. The love, the beauty, the radiance, is a look we will never forget. The tribute and remembrance of the late Lady Diana which was represented by the presence of her ring, touched the hearts of millions as we remembered the same light that Lady Diana brought to the royal family. We were reminded the pain that the world felt in 1997 when we began to mourn the death a princess and England’s Rose.

For the judgement, I am sorry, for the harsh words, I am sorry. For the lack of compassion for a woman overcoming so many challenges on what should be the happiest day of her life, I am sorry.

The world cannot wait to see what comes next for England’s newest rose.

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Hi, My Name is…

The importance of someone’s birth given name can and should never be underestimated. A name gives a person their first form of identity. Before a personality develops, a name is given to describe the
person. To set them aside from others. There is so much thought, time and effort that goes into selecting just the right name for a child, only for people to mess it up.

So many children throughout their lives blame their parents for the ridicule they face as a result of their unique names. This should not be, we should teach our children the value of a person’s name. We should teach them the precious sentiments that are uttered when that name is spoken and more
importantly, we should teach them about the effort that should go into learning how to say a person’s name.

There are so many diverse cultures, religions, races and practices in South Africa, yet after all these years we refuse to accept one of the fundamentals of diversity, people’s names. People are forced, not only in SA, but the world over, to subject themselves to “english/christian” names to make the lives of others around them easier. They take on names so foreign to them just to please society and make conversation flow quicker and easier.

Nandos has somewhat touched on this issue in South Africa with their #RightMyName campaign which did not see as much traction as I had hoped, but it did take us a step closer to bridging the divide. #TheYearWeMispronounceBack was another campaign that hit the nail on the head but also did not gain the traction that it had hoped. Both campaigns very meaningful but very short lived in a society where we do not know the significance of a name.

There have been so many instances in my work and personal life where I have gotten to know “Jane,” only to find out that Jane is not Jane but she is in fact Xoliswa. I find this astonishing, I have an “english” name which gets butchered on the daily, but I refuse to call myself Mary, which is a lot easier to remember, just to please others. So why do we subject the people around us to this practice?

It happens, because society does not feel the need to spend time trying to learn things about other people. Society enjoys self indulgence, society enjoys living in their own little bubble without any interference from the outside world and society often refuses to accept the beautiful diverse country and world in which we live.

I believe there is no greater respect than affording a culture, a religion, a person, a race or a language the time and patience to learn their beliefs, their practices and more importantly, their names. A name is so much more than just a few letters printed on a document. Our names are our birth given rights, our freedom from oppression and the one thing that makes us who we are. We become the names that we are given.

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Cry, my beloved county

South-African-FlagSouth Africa, a country so rich with culture, diversity, history and so much more. I dream of a day where we no longer are judged on our history, the mistakes of our fore fathers. I dream of the day on which we no longer see the colour of our neighbours skin. I dream of days filled with love for each other. In a country so full of hope we still find room for hate. Morgan Freeman once said that racism will end when we stop talking about it. Lets stop talking and lets start acting. Let us remember the ideals of Nelson Mandela and let us cherish what he and so many others fought for. We all bleed the same blood, we all feel the same pain and we all cry the same tears. Lets start a generation of love.

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Being Vegetarian

images (22)Resolution broken
Doing this vegetarian thing is difficult. I have no idea how all you die hards do it.
Much love and respect for you.
When faced with the dilemma of what to order at Mugg and Bean, well I could not help myself.
That chicken burger was fabulous. So now, tomorrow is a new day and I try again.
This time I endeavour to last longer than 23 days. I’ll be trying for 40 this time.
Needing some motivation to keep this going.

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New years resolution, what’s that?

shutterstock_441643546_0So we’ve reached that part of the year where we find out if our new years resolutions are do or die.. For most of us, if we’re honest with ourselves, it’s become a lost cause..
My two resolutions:
1. Lose 20 kgs
2. Become a vegetarian
Number 1 is my lost cause.. So far it’s almost the end of January and we’ll, I’very lost zilch, nada, Niks nie..
Number 2 seems to be a strong one this year. 19 days and still clean and free of meat. Let’s hope I can keep this one going. Feeling great so far and trying hard not to look  back. Here’s to a great 2015.

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