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Poetry- The Sun My Soul Craves
You are the book I love the best. Every page of you is a moment of jocund bliss. For your love, I’ve embarked on this quest; And it is my hope that I conquer this race. See, starlight, I crave nothing, But just the affirmation of your heart. For the sake of your enchanting smile,…
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The CATS Of Effective Communication
Everybody knows that communication is either effective or ineffective, and there is no middle ground. Merriam-Webster defines “communication” in a handful of ways. Arguably, the most relevant ways are as follows: 1. A process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior 2. Information conveyed 3. (when…
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Why You Aren’t Confident And How To Become Confident
As women, we’ve all had a moment in our lives where we met someone very confident and thought to ourselves, “I wish I were as confident as this person.” We’ve all watched series like Desperate Housewives, Sex and the City, Gilmore Girls, and Euphoria and seen characters like Gaby, Samantha, Lorelai, or Maddie and hoped…
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The Art Of Self-Care
The art of practicing self-care has absolutely become a top buzzword all over social media. The challenge within each post or vlog is understanding what is actually going to fill your bank and where to ensure you are walking away feeling refreshed, renewed, and ready to tackle the world again. In answering the questions below,…
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Why You Should Take A Gap Year
The whole point of a Gap year is to take a break from your studies, celebrate and party, work, or just relax and focus on your hobbies and yourself for a year. Many people do it differently, but after around 13 years in Education (the time most people reach 18), you need a chance to…
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Poetry- Stealing Hoody
Windows shatter, dispelling shards of common manners, A tasteless bite of human rights: withhold the batten and water cannon, Dissolve the hint of satisfaction. Burn the cars, grab the goods, Awash with a sea of the infamous hood. Take heed with tools of bristle and wood, Sweeping the street of debris and defeat, An era…
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Poetry- Polliwog Paradise
Fierce tigers, we lurked in the long yellow grass like the plastic toys we brought to life. Bullfrogs and crickets sang out in full bloom between bursts of fire and color in the air. Smoke entangled with Summer’s primordial scent. Dust became a friend on the trails to water laughter. Polliwogs danced between our fingers,…
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Sweet Sixteen
My heart and mind are forever scarred by indescribable sorrows. Memories of my sweet sixteen ignite a longing to be who I once was before. It seems like it has been a long time, yet yesterday, since I was an easygoing teenager. Lots of friends were constantly around me, and laughter beamed from my being.…
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Relocating From The City To Rurals
It’s a rainy and cold early morning. It’s still dawn, and by six o’clock, I have to catch a bus to my grandparents’ house on the deep side of KwaZulu-Natal. By 5:45, my auntie had accompanied me to the bus stop. Our goodbyes were not so good because her last words were mainly about the…
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The Choices We Make
Image Source: Pexels- Ann H. Choices are the decisions that we make every day, every moment, big or small, that shape our lives and experiences. These significant choices help us to reflect our goals, desires, and values. Some say we don’t have any control over our life and future, but the truth is that our…
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Rinse, Repeat, Rise
Like Taylor Swift once said, “This might be hard for you to hear. In your life, you will inevitably misspeak, trust the wrong person, underreact, overreact, hurt the people who didn’t deserve it, overthink, not think at all, self-sabotage, create a reality where only your experiences exist, ruin perfectly good moments for you and others,…
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Poetry- The River And The Stone
And the water whispered to the stone,asking it to move.And the stone simply stared frozenand betrayed, and turned its shoulder coldto the rapid’s roar. And on it went for many months, the water babbledlouder.And the stone still refused to speakor leave.And smaller the stone became, belittledby the water. And now a tiny pebble beneaththe water’s…
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