Home is where you are happy.

Home is where you are happy.

Helurrr gorgeous people 🙂 I am back again and have a lot to share with you – but this post is slightly different because I would also like to hear from you. So please leave me a comment once you’re done reading about what your take is on this or anything that you would like to share.

I am not much of a traveler (I haven’t left South Africa – yet!), so trips within my country are pretty special to me. I recently took a little family trip to Pretoria as a result of an amazing promotion at SAFAIR where I paid just R3 for a flight. (I kid you not people, it was real!) I like saving money just as much as the next person because taking a trip anywhere involves A LOT of costs – we’re talking car hire, accommodation, food obviously and places you want to visit (like starbucks!).

I am probably the world’s best procrastinator and pack the night before (when I’m feeling extra bad it’s sometimes on the day lol), but I did pretty well and managed to take everything I needed. I do make a checklist though – I might like living on the edge but I still like checking stuff off a very important list. Honestly, the last thing you want to do is rock up at the airport without identification or your wallet so I would definitely recommend having a list. We arrive at the airport just over an hour before our 11h45 flight only for me to realise that we are actually flying at 11h00! *face palm* Thank goodness we arrived when we did so we were just in time for boarding and didn’t have to wait in line for too long because we were practically last! We were greeted by friendly faces and got to our seats real fast because I checked in online and got us seats right at the front (please do that when you are flying because it’s no fun trying to get to the middle of the plane whilst someone is trying to shove their ‘hand luggage’ in the overhead compartment – which is clearly bigger than my checked in luggage!).

I am a really nervous flyer so take off and landing is always a struggle for me – I hold on to my daughter’s hand and I watch the sheer joy and excitement on her face as we leave the ground (and my stomach) behind. One Cafe Mocha and huge lemon&poppy muffin later, we arrive at O.R Tambo and I need to take off my 3 layers of clothing. We are greeted with beautiful sunshine and heat – which I haven’t experienced since March so I was thrilled! We drive for what feels like forever to Centurion and I start to miss home almost immediately. There were no mountains or coastlines to drool over and the greenery in Cape Town is simply breathtaking – but that was okay since I was sweating again! I digress…back to Centurion! We had planned to spend time with family that both my partner and I have living in the area – little did we know, they’re literally 7kms from each other so everything worked perfectly.


The lovely dairy farm – and yummy cheeseburger experience.

Since Thursday was spent catching up, we planned an outing for Friday – somewhere outside, sunny, kid friendly and of course with good food. We arrive at the Irene Farm and I am in heaven! (You can check them out here) This place is so pretty and there’s a really good smell in the air – nature! We’re seated at the Barn Restaurant and it just feels so good. There was a wedding party at the other side of the restaurant so I was naturally trying to make a grab for the cupcakes lol. The kids were loving the jungle gym and antique tractors that they were able to enjoy – I swear a kid’s imagination is the best place. After a very hearty meal and really good conversation, we took a stroll through the farm. I must admit that having a 8 – 5 job really does affect your ability to just unwind, because lets be honest, your day does not end at 4pm! If anything, you’re just clocking in to your next job – Mommy mode engaged! This place was so simple yet so peaceful – sure the strong smell of ‘nature’ does make your nose hurt a bit, but once you stop focusing on it, it’s breathtakingly beautiful. I’m talking big oak trees, a small pond with ducks and their ducklings trotting along without a care in the world! Cows just chilling on the grass – not even worried about whether they need a filter on their next instagram post. It was really good to just be. Sometimes you just need to. We ended the trip with a visit to Starbucks at Menlyn Mall. I have been seeing pictures everywhere and I had serious FOMO so I had to try this good stuff. I am a die hard Seattle and Truth Coffee fan so obviously this place had really high standards to meet. The queues were insane and the menu looked really foreign to me. If you’ve watched Kevin Hart’s ‘WHAT NOW’ movie, then you’ve heard about his experience at starbucks – HE DID NOT MAKE THAT STUFF UP. After 10 minutes, I just ordered what my boyfriend ordered (He ordered what his sister ordered – see the trend?lol) It tasted really nice, I’m not going to lie. It was a really nice tasting (something – I cant remember what order I copied) and I think it was the experience that I enjoyed. Oh and I had to take the famous starbucks snap (I’ll insert it below). Did I enjoy it? Yes. Would I go out of my way to have it again? Probably not. If you want a real coffee experience with all day breakfast on a Sunday, you have to visit Truth Coffee on Buitenkant street in Cape Town. The atmosphere, staff attire, food and coffee are out of this world. Now that is something I would go out of my way for.

The beautiful Barn Restaurant

The gorgeous garden that leads to the restaurant

Starbucks snap of course!


Gold Reef City – the roadtrip edition.

If there is one thing I am not a fan of, it’s driving. No, I’m not talking about regular drives to the office or going to the mall, I’m talking about everything being an hour drive away from Centurion! Seriously? Okay, maybe we just have it easy in Cape Town because there’s literally so much to do within 15kms. I have only been to Gold Reef City once before (We stayed at the theme park hotel for the week of Ultra Music Festival 2016) and I really love theme parks. I am a fan of rides and silly fishing games – that was my childhood and it’s a part of me. Naturally, I want my daughter to experience it so we get on our way – this kid just explodes with energy when she sees the place! (Maybe it was the hour ride build up lol) We have an absolute ball! From kiddy car rides to the animal farm and obviously the jump park because nobody wants to take a hyped up kid home – jump parks tire them out and nap time is so much easier. Also, jumping is really fun as an adult too, it’s really a win-win. I feel like we (I) take ourselves too seriously and we don’t laugh enough, let loose enough or just have fun. Yes I spend a lot of time on my cellphone and laptop, but it’s those moments where we don’t have to actually think about anything that are the best! As weird as it sounds, a child will really redefine fun for you and it is amazing when you see it from their eyes.

Jump socks!


Sidenote: My (then) 7 year old daughter taught me how to ride a bicycle – it was just a year ago so I’m still pretty new to this. It was a beautiful Sunday at Sea Point in Cape Town and I was persuaded (forced) to hire a bicycle for myself. I usually run along because I never learnt how to ride a bicycle growing up and it kind of slipped through the cracks so I never got around to doing it. I was amazed with the patience that this kid had and how much she encouraged me to keep going – in that moment I knew that I definitely must have done something right with this precious little girl. 


The Depart.

I absolutely dread goodbyes but when you know that you have really made the most of your time with the people who really matter, it’s a little easier. We missed our return flight (yes it was my fault, because sleep) and had to be put on standby for the next one. That worked out for us because we had time for a really good breakfast and the trip home was really relaxed. As soon as the pilot told us that we had to prepare for our descent, I felt home. I’ve been in Cape Town for just over a year and this place finally feels like home. Yes, I miss my family like crazy but right now, I am really glad that this is my new happy place.

Go on a little adventure – take a drive somewhere (anywhere) and just enjoy it. Live in the actual moments and just be. Tell me about your trips and what makes your home feel like home? I would love to hear from you 🙂


Until next time xx

Fairytales and why you’re doing it wrong.

Fairytales and why you’re doing it wrong.

Helurrr beautiful souls 🙂

I would like to thank each and every one of you for all of the support and love that you’ve shown on my posts. My last one in particular has reached more views than I expected and the feedback that I’ve been receiving has been phenomenal (You can read it here if you missed it).

Today, we’re going back to basics. I will be keeping it real as always, and in return, I would like to ask you to have an open mind and consider different possibilities. Think back to the first fairytale you’ve heard/read/seen, it could have been one of the famous ones : Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Snow White & the seven dwarves, etc. Do you have one in mind? Great! These stories were about bringing people together, getting rid of the bad things, falling inlove with a prince and just living happily ever after, right? Lets move over to the movie industry, think of your favorite love story : Titanic, The Notebook, 50 first dates, Crazy, Stupid, Love, etc. In a little over an hour and a half, you watch a girl turn into a woman, land her dream job, become completely independent and meet the man of her dreams who is actually perfect. This perfect man probably starts off as a real ‘ladies man’ and enjoys casual relationships whilst never really feeling anything for anyone – until he meets this girl, whom he falls head over heels for and leaves his partying nights (and days) behind. In 92 minutes?! Are you kidding me???

Here lies the problem people. It’s not the unrealistic expectation that you are going to bump into Ryan Gosling at a bar and he’s going to put the ‘Dirty Dancing’ move on you. It’s not even the fact that Cinderella doesn’t have to use tarte shape tape. Its the time frame and succession of events that lead us to believe that it’s just not possible in the real world.


What if I told you that could be possible, you just need to adjust your mindset and accept a slightly longer time frame? That dream job is definitely possible girl, it’s probably going to take a crap load of time to get there, but you will get there. Independence is more than a state of mind or having a lot of money, it’s knowing what to do with what you have and how to take care of yourself. The day that you start limiting yourself on what you can or cannot do is the day that you don’t believe in your true potential – and trust me girl, you have potential for greatness.

So start building yourself, study further, take up a new hobby, get in shape! Find out who YOU are and what YOU want from life. Surround yourself with people and things that inspire you, empower you and drive you to be the best version of YOU. Speaking of driving – get your driver’s license and work on getting your own set of wheels. This is such a liberating experience and sometimes a short drive to the gas station is all you need. I have the best conversations with myself when I’m sitting in traffic, with some Jess Glynne in the background and maybe some coffee. If you can’t talk to yourself, aint nobody else gonna do it girl!

As for Ryan Gosling, stop looking for him so hard that you lose yourself. He’s probably out there, waiting for the day that he gets to sweep you off your feet. Maybe he’s not. Does that make you any less of a woman? Heck no! Live your life girl, be thankful for all that you have and remain hungry for all that you desire. Make it happen, Cinderella didn’t meet her prince without sacrifice – she lost her shoe! Have you ever tried walking with just one shoe on? That is rough.

Having an identity is so precious. Get to know yourself, figure out that girl in the mirror and let her know that she is beautiful every single day. And the most important thing is to give yourself time – if you can’t do your hair and makeup in 92 minutes, how do you expect your whole life to happen in that time? Breathe, smile and do it!

Until next time xx

Pregnant at 17 – what it was like having a kid as a kid.

Pregnant at 17 – what it was like having a kid as a kid.

Helurrr all you beautiful souls! It’s me again, and this time I am going really deep by sharing a very personal experience with you (which is not something I do often – or ever, so please go easy on me).

If you have read my “New blog – who this” post (if you didn’t, don’t despair! Click here quick!) and you are a great mathematician, you would have calculated that I had my daughter when I was 17. I am pretty sure that a lot of people have their reservations about that and have already drawn some sort of conclusion about what kind of person I am/was. I am okay with that. I am mature enough to accept the fact that everyone is entitled to his/her own opinion, whether or not they have right to judge, it’s life. I have to start off by saying that I am in no way advocating premarital sex, nor am I condemning it. I am simply sharing my story with you, whether you need to hear it or not is up to you. I am also not discussing the father so please don’t ask me any questions surrounding that aspect. This is MY journey – my best one yet.

The year was 2008, I was in 16 and in Grade 11 – also I just missed a period. I knew exactly what that meant and I was absolutely terrified. It doesn’t matter what type of religious background or the kind of household you have, no parent is happy to find out that their 16 year old daughter is ‘with child’. I spent the first 3 months trying to find out as much as possible about being my age and being pregnant – the results were shocking to say the least. Pregnancy at any age is a risk – you may be unable to carry to full term, there may be complications/deformities, stillbirth or you could actually die from giving birth. The younger or older you are determines how ‘capable’ you are to give birth to a healthy baby and live to tell the tale. I hadn’t told anyone about it until I was 5 months pregnant – I was really skinny so I only really started to show around that time and I couldn’t hide it any more. My mother found out the day after my 17th birthday.

As expected, my family was devastated and heartbroken. I had my first ultrasound with my father in the waiting room and the gynecologist told us that my baby was a healthy girl. As much as he was hurting, he told me that he was so relieved that she was healthy. My parents (although divorced at the time) were an amazing support structure – sometimes I felt I didn’t even deserve that. As the months went by, and since I decided to continue with school (matric, yes), I was greeted with constant stares in the hall, mumbles and a lot of snickering. It was hard. It was so hard. As a 17 year old girl, I was still figuring myself out and had no idea how to raise a child when I was still one. Pair that with morning sickness and gherkin cravings – hot mess. I found myself crying for no reason while watching an episode of Spongebob. I was so afraid of what could go wrong and how I might not be able to give my baby the best life that she deserved. I can’t even begin to explain the dark thoughts that enter your mind when you allow that darkness in. It was really hard for my mother because she would constantly have to explain to family and friends and I could see how much it hurt her each time. This didn’t stop her from giving me the best advice and support that I needed – even when I didn’t know that I needed it. From my baby’s first kick to the nights where I couldn’t sleep because she just wouldn’t stop jumping around in my tummy – my mother was there. My father would accompany me to all of my check ups and tell me how having a daughter was his biggest blessing. Fast forward a few months, after a solid 3 hours of labour (It is definitely all it’s cracked up to be – and then some!), I gave birth to a beautifully healthy little girl. The moment I saw her little face, tiny fingers and toes, I knew that I would be whatever she needed me to be. This was my life now. She was my life.


Pregnancy and childbirth are not to be taken lightly. Whilst I believe that having my daughter was definitely one of my biggest blessings, it was rough. I don’t know where I would be today if I didn’t have that support and love from my family. 8 years later and I still don’t have it figured out but I can tell you that I am exactly where I am supposed to be today. As a parent or a prospective parent, you can’t simply ‘learn-on-the-job’ or ‘wing it’. You are responsible for a whole new life and you owe it to him/her to do your best. Research where you can and understand your child during their fundamental years and throughout their lives.

Did I grow up quicker than I should have? Yes. Have I acknowledged and taken responsibility for my actions? Most definitely. Do I blame anyone? No. Would I go back and change anything? Never in a million years. Each of us have our own journey that we are on called life, there are multiple paths which encompass different outcomes, but I am a firm believer that if you follow your chosen path through, you will be exactly where you are meant to be. It is never going to be easy, but boy is it worth it!


Thank you for reading, it truly means so much to me.