Daily Prompt: Calling

At an early age I was conditioned to look out for my calling in a spiritual context. decades after I am a family woman.  I would like to think this is my calling. OR is it? I was taught that you can have only one profession and to change course would be a major no-no.…

When the Time is Right…

‘Tis the season to be Jolly fa la la la la – la la la la! December the magic month of merriment… for most people anyways. This is usually the time of the year I am forced to be happy, grateful and joyous beyond comprehension. The time I follow the flow the norm. This week…

Afloat : Every time this year

I have been Skyping and randomly surfing the net for inspirations  for Christmas greetings and employment. The loud rumbling of the washing machine in the back ground does not help my mind to think clearly. I  don’t think I will be snail mailing Christmas cards this year, just like the last year actually. Instead I…

Timeout. Non-existent

Everyone needs a break, my weekends used to be at the end of the week to everyday of the week and now, non-existent. I was invited to go on a ladies night out, mamas with older kids though tomorrow night, and I don’t see it happening. Taking a cab back alone after a few drinks…

We’re here again…

The iftar has started and the prayers are being sung.Stomachs filled and tongues satiated. Cigarette buds lit up, feet up it’s time to savour the night away till suhoor. My baby is turning one next month and already I can see the next cards in place. A little frightening really what lies ahead. Strategies being…

Who is to say

Its times like these I remember my religious childhood/adolescence; the questions that bombard every thing I was told/taught; the community services I participated in…half/full heartedly; the arguments I would have with my parents about it;the doubts..the questions…I remember singing along to Joan Osbourne’s hit song ‘What if God was one of us’. My belief in something/one…

Rear view mirror

The Foggy Dew by Sinead O’Conner and the Chieftain playing in the background, I finally have the time to write down some of my thoughts. Regrets. They can be bittersweet. Quite a sensitive topic to reminisce. Secondary school was pretty much tame for me. I did not know what I wanted to take up really.…