How to Let the Sun Shine on You
Have you ever stood in the sun and felt the warmth upon your back? Have your eyes beheld the glow of light on the leaves of a tree? Have you laid your head back...
Category: Nthabiseng Maphisa
And the Award Goes to…
A few weeks ago, award season in Hollywood came to an end with the annual Academy Awards. Our favourite actors, musicians, directors, producers and screenwriters sashayed down red carpets and engaged in shameless self-promotion....
Planes, Trains, Automobiles – and God
As many parents and students will know, getting to school on time is an art. In high school I remember many mornings when I had overslept and had subsequently missed the 6:40 metro bus....
What Does Our Hair Say About Us?
Our hair can reveal a lot about us. It can proclaim to the world that we are organised, confident and put-together. Or it can say that we are loud and extravagant. I have observed...
Star Trekking to Planet Employment
I must say, 2018 has been a wild year. There is much that I have learned about myself and about others. The close of a year always gives me time to reflect on all...
There is a War Within Myself
There is a war within my soul where the gentle pitter-patter of rain is replaced by thunder and violent tempests.
Let the Statues Fall!
One of my favourite songs is “Viva la Vida” by British rock band Coldplay. It starts with the lyrics: “I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word. Now...
A Happy Birthday?
I have always wondered who the original composer of the “Happy Birthday” song was. Year after year, many people around the world will have this song yelled and screeched at them. It is...
Let’s Hear it For Music!
I like to think that there is a song for every moment in our lives. In times of joy, rings and claps that sound together; in times of sadness, heavy drums and bass guitars...
Of Credit Cards and Other Curses
I remember the first time I felt rich. I was 11 years old and had found myself with R50 to spend at the tuck shop. It was time to splurge and shower my classmates...
Cry of the Young Heart
There was a time when the sound of youth could be heard by the tapping of a skipping rope as it hit the concrete. We would gnaw on chewing gum and marvel over the...
Pens, Books and the Colosseum
My university education has been a long and difficult journey. I have changed courses multiple times and even now, in the final year of my undergraduate degree, I am uncertain as to what doors...
