Being older is taking off the rose-coloured glasses we wear when we regard the people who have raised us; maturity is still being able to look up to them even after the fantasy has been shattered. I admire my mother because she is not perfect. She never claimed to be; I think the older I…

‘You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise...’ - Maya Angelou I recently read an article where, in anticipation of Women’s Day, a young blogger decided to reflect and meditate on all the women who had…

Imagine you are having the best sleep; we all know 2am sleep fest be hitting hard. Then boom! A cramp wakes you up. You turn over, squeezing your knees to your chest to ease the pain and try to go back to sleep. Then you start to feel your back is starting to ache; you…