Paper recycling

After a very long period of silence due to work.

I am blogging again in between my many other talents (work, family, studies)!

Sounds crazy, but I started collecting cardboard tissue paper holders in 2009 and I cut these shapes from them.......

Its amazing how many types of designs one can come up with using them (especially if you are studying Graphic Design).

This can help in in reducing landfill!

Stolen Magnificence

I used to be magnificenttly Tall
Moving but still, thriving, breathing
I used to live and feel the seasons
Come and Go
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
I knew it all, felt it all
Through the passage of time
I used to feel the rain, sunshine
Wind and the unbearable cold
I knew it all,
Felt it all

I was once magnificent, graceful and beautiful
I was once a tree,
Until someone chopped me down to make pulp

Now I have become paper to be used and thrown away
I land in trash cans to be carted away
I have lost my grace and my beauty

My magnificence was stolen

Bags

Thought I would be able to post photos by now but my camera decided not to have any battery power plus the universe decided to conspire againstme because I took the pictures in the afternoon and they look eerie.....yes, you heard me.

So far only I can can tell you is that the bag has been upcyled and it has beaded embelishment.
For now, you can adore my beautiful roses.

Bags

Its Spring and I am loving it!
Watch the space for my new bag.....
I will be posting some photos maybe tomorrow

Jozi Book Fair

I attended the Jozi Book Fair held at the Africa Museum in Newtown today.

I had an opportunity to meet some of the established writers and poets like Zukiswa Wanner, Phillipa de Villiers at the Roundtable discussion chaired by Pumla from Wits.

I must state that I was dissappointed at the turn out of people that attended but all in all it was quite an enlightening and eye opener for me as a new writer trying to find my feet.

It gave me an understanding of the reality that most black women writers in South Africa are faced with today.

It really got me thinking on the decision why I chose to be a writer and I realise that my reasons for being a writer stem from the overwhelming need to fulfill my purpose in live.

The purpose of living and not just existing.

Making a difference, touching lives through books and reading.

I do not have any illusions of what I am faced with, the tough process of finding a publisher and the tedious process of having one's work published.

Attending the Roundtable discussion at the Book Fair definitely removed any such illusions. anyway.

New release - Lara and the Ghost

Do you believe in ghosts?




Well, if you don't, you are not alone. Lara did not believe in ghosts either...........
That is, until she saw one.........
In her room.............!

I am going to give you a sneak preview of the book. The title is 'Lara and the Ghost'.

Lara is an extraordinary little girl who is trying to tell her mother that their home is haunted. Her mother finds this hard to believe until she witnesses a ghostly appearance one evening in Lara's room. To the shock of Lara's mum, their neighbour, Aunt Marj is the one who unravels the mystery behind the ghost.

If you find it difficult to get your parents to believe you about your scary moments or if you hear things that go bump in the night. Then you will relate very well to the Lara.

Boys and Girls, this book is a must-have for a sleep over party!

Online orders coming soon.

Poetry

One of the genres that I had to study whilst going through one of Unisa's modules in Literature is poetry, it is offered by the Faculty of Arts and the module is called An introduction to Literary Genres.

This exercise led me into writing a poem......
I wrote this poem during my most distressed and darkest moments and I want to share it with you, it goes like this:

Prayer for my Soul

I pray for my spirit
I pray for my soul,
To get out of this black hole

That threatens to overwhelm me
Lord I might not see,
Beyond my despair
All I see is my pain

I pray for my spirit
I pray for my soul,
To keep my sanity whole

Look out spirit the devil chases you
Listen and be still,
Don’t consume those pills

Lest you perish and die
Without knowing where your passions lie
Lord I pray that and day,
My soul will be redeemed
And my spirit released

This poem culminated into a healing process for me and each time I read it, I get reminded that life cannot always be sunshine.....
Every sunshine is followed by dusk, then darkness.
But every dusk has its dawn followed by another sunshine

Keep on blogging.