In a Shadow 

Shimmer

Winter has been very cold. The warmth has come from my kitchen. This house has no heat, except what I extract from it, or rather what I put into it. 

The shimmer was lost on me, I don’t doll myself up. I don’t wear make up. I live in my work uniform. Usually I would shine on a Sunday, but I don’t anymore, its wasted on my partner, who prefers to tell me how he’d like me to look, as opposed to loving every part of me including my lovely leather apron he bought Me…

It has a way of creating a chasm in our home. It reminds him I aim to make my kitchen a centrepiece of our lives. My kitchen is after all my stage and I am its Diva. I love cooking and baking and it irks him that I have a space he cannot compete with. He can’t, it brings me so much joy, he can’t ever win.. Sadly he compensates with shimmering flow, i don’t partake as I made a choice long ago I would not be her. I won’t sacrifice my spirit for meaningless banter over a shot of something. Sorry but banter is supposed to be light, airy, free, bright & happy. Not nitpick, insult, groan, envy & contemptuous. 

I wash my hair, he says it looks better when its dirty. I wear a dress he looks, then walks away without a word. It struck me tonight after he spent hours outside drinking in his car, that you can’t compete with the shimmer of a drink. Illusion is perception in its shadow. He trots in and expects attention I halfheartedly give, if only to keep him away from our 3 year old who doesn’t deal well with intoxication. 

This beautiful sibling of our 4 other children, the youngest, is bold like me. He doesn’t back down and cower in the face of a adversity. He is stubborn, bright & lives everyday to the fullest. He does have vices- he uses foul language, is demanding, busy, craves attention….

This Sunday like all the others is just an end to a cycle we rewind every week and redo again. ” I’m sorry, I have stress, I don’t like crying, I need to get somewhere, I don’t understand, I don’t want to be here, I can’t watch a movie if you people talk, I want what I want now, I don’t care- a man is a man, I told you not to do that, I will change if you stop nagging….

Shimmer until you illuminate this space and ignite with flame your dreams, don’t despair, your candle has a wick that can burn as long as you keep it lit. 
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August “Women’s Month”

 Toothbrush 


No matter the shape, the bristles go about their work vigorously brushing away all the debris. 

Our teeth, tongue, gums all get a once-over. Yes the toothpaste, salt or bicarb bubble up & cleanse, providing the active ingredient necessary to facilitate this harmonious, sometimes aggressive activity to clean, freshen your breath, eradicate bacteria, so you may go about your business. Sometimes your toothbrush is a stick or such if this modern tooth is inaccessible.

This toothbrush has many uses, gets into crevices, tiles, washing machines, drawers, etc. making the longevity of this tool quite a handy hack. 

Much like a woman. She has many uses!!!! OK. Maybe uses is the wrong term. She is versatile, adaptable, jack of all trades, nurse, mother, partner, wife, punching bag– always on the wrong side of right, protects, cloak’s, a fortress against injustice, friend, sponge– she absorbs many feelings, takes a lot of flack, mops up our mess, inflates our ego’s, wipes away our tears, enfolds us in our pain or grief. Cook, nanny, lover, goddess, the list is endless.

I don’t want to be compared to a toothbrush, but… I quite find the tenacity in context very appealing in terms of strength, courage,  reach….

One of my all time favourite singers, the late Whitney Houston was born in August. 

I get emotional as we reach August month….

Women mean a great deal to me, I think it has alot to do with my Da’, he’s mother, grandmother, aunties, wife- my mother, daughters, etc. Women always bring out his heart, he cherishes them. I quite like the fact that my charismatic father loves women & their plight. 

He doesn’t worm his way, he truly adores them, respects & honours them, even the ones who disrespect him. He has a strength, a warmth, a complete understanding, though he does fret at times when my mom is stressed or such. We are 3 sisters & 1 brother & I am happy we are who we are, with many thanks to our Da’. 

I just wish I could get the money we need & the hands we need to fix his car. He’s a pensioner, who together with my mom, takes care of my two older son’s, they lost their dad 15 yes ago. 

I envision winning the lotto & sorting everything out for him & my mother. 

They go out of their way for me, encourage, guide, motivate, correct….

This month of August I want to make a difference in the lives of other women. Perhaps I should make a difference in my own…..

We launch the “Give Women a Break Campaign”. Humbly put it is just a gesture of goodwill towards struggling women, who maybe with one 3 course meal as a gift will be able to enjoy the company of her immediate family without having to worry about how she’s going to put that meal on the table… It’s success lies in the hands of other women who will hopefully purchase one of our meal or savouries combos & be willing without prejudice to nominate a women in need… 

  I must admit, I do worry, for many women visit our page but are yet to purchase any of our fare…

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