Three-Word New Year Resolution

When I was a child, we were encouraged to make New Year resolutions. Everyone made a big deal out of those resolutions but I never took them seriously. But as I became older and responsible for my life and where I wanted it to go, I began to make resolutions. I am excited at the opportunity for a fresh start at the beginning of every year.


It started with the small things; lose weight, keep in touch with family and friends, smile more, etc. I have certainly failed at some and experienced hiccups at others. However, I am at a point in my life where I believe that to be happy, to be content, to have joy, to have peace, to be a success, to fall in love, to be a good person, to leave a legacy, one has to make a conscious effort to work towards all of those things. I sincerely believe that it is best to try and fail, than never to have tried at all. So yes, I am now one of those people who make vision boards and make New Year resolutions. This blog was a New Year resolution! Thus in response to the Trifecta challenge, my New Year resolution in three words is:

Keep the faith.

For me, this is not necessarily about religion, it is more about working steadily towards what I want out of life. This is about falling and dusting myself off, it is about banging about trying to make those items on my bucket list come to fruition. Keeping the faith to me is about going through life; one solid purposeful step after another. I hold the keys, I am in charge, I am responsible for my lot in life.

Written for this week’s Trifextra Writing Challenge:

Michael Hess inspired us with his three word New Year’s resolution – just be nice. We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words. Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015.

Postcard Perfect

Winter Photos

I went to a performance of Cinderalla in all its romantic mushiness. It was freezing January, and although there was heating in the theatre, I was still cold. I remember leaning into him as he sat next to me. He put his arms around me and rubbed my hands in his. It was a really fun night, and I fell asleep on his shoulder. I am not really sure what it was; was it the brunch and wine I had before the show, or was I just plain tired? After what seemed like a short while later, he woke me up, the show was over but it did not feel like two hours were already gone. We began to walk towards the exit. Once we stepped onto the street, the beauty of it all took my breath away. The trees and streets and rooftops were covered in snow, it was so beautiful. We began the delicate walk back to the bus stop, and I stopped ever so often to take photos of what looked like postcard perfection.

At the bus stop, he took me into his arms while we waited for the bus to come and the world stood still. It was a cold afternoon, but I felt nothing but warmth, love and a gratitude for what was. There was something about that evening, something magical and there was no need for words. He felt it too.

“I love you sweetheart, marry me,” and as I heard those words, everything was perfect.

Before I could respond, I woke up. It was really just a dream. It was the morning after the first and only time I saw snow. It was over 5 years ago in Edinburgh and I had only seen snow in movies and photos. My host called me to tell me about the flakes falling past my window. I ran outside and stood out there for a long time, marvelling at the falling white flakes and the beautiful white carpet that covered the roofs and hedges. Thereafter, I went inside the house, made some hot chocolate and marshmallows, then slid under the covers. I went to bed after that drink and I had that fantastic dream above. Usually, I hardly remember my dreams, but that day, I remembered my snow and hot chocolate induced dream.

This was written in response to Picture writing challenge

“The ONLY “rule” is that you use the picture to make the story (or poem (yes yes ill allow poetry:)), That’s it. I know that there are a good few writers amongst you and I think that I would be really interested on other angles. You don’t even have to do a story as such, it could be a thought, a memory or a feeling that you get from it, basically anything involving words.”

The End Of An Era: Tribute to Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

It was another school assembly; we stood in long lines on dusty grounds in front of the primary 3 block of classrooms, wearing pristine ironed blue dresses with starched white blouses peeking out from our necklines and arms. This was 1990 in Enugu, I was 7 years old and that morning was different. Our teachers were very excited, clutching each other’s hands, hugging one another and wearing very big smiles. We all knew something was different, was it another coup d’état?

“Good morning boys and girls, today is a special day. Nelson Mandela has been freed”. Our head teacher announced.

As soon as that announcement was made, all hell broke loose. It was as though the teachers had been looking for an opportunity to yell and make a loud raucous. We all followed suit. You see, my parents often spoke about Nelson Mandela, so I knew who he was. I knew that some very bad people in South Africa did not want him and “his brothers” to have freedom. Indeed I often sang “free Mandela” with my mum as we did the dishes or made soup at the weekends.

That day, we did not sing the national anthem as we did during each assembly. We held hands and sang Onyeka Onwuenu’s “One Love, Keep Us Together”. That day stayed with me.
Fast forward to a decade later, I began to read about the man whom his people fondly called Madiba; his tribal name. I have read a few biographies of Nelson Mandela, and I am amazed till today that a human being like me would believe so strongly in the ideals that he did, to the extent that he was prepared to give his life if need be. Till today, those famous last words he spoke in public during the trial after which he was sentenced in 1964 are still potent. I get goose pimples every time I hear that tape.

Nelson Mandela:Source:
Nelson Mandela:Source:

“If need be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die”.

What strikes me the most is the fact that he went to jail, kept his body active by exercising every morning, he prepared himself for what he knew was ahead. He learnt Afrikaans, the language of his oppressors and studied the culture to prepare him for the confrontation which was coming. Eventually when he was released, Mandela did not embrace confrontations and violence as so many thought he would. Indeed he would have been justified to do so. Instead, he embarked upon a journey of peace and reconciliation for his beloved South Africa. He believed in freedom for all regardless of race or ethnicity. The walls of apartheid fell in South Africa, and although the country still has its fair share of problems along racial lines, there are no more signs saying “Blacks, Indians and dogs are not allowed in this restaurant”.

A lot of people were concerned and believed that Madiba would not hand over after one term as President under ANC, I will tell you why. Look at the trend on the African continent! Many presidents think this position is their equivalent of a monarchy, and they continue to amend constitutions and play with the political set-up of their countries, damaging the democratic process and destroying their economies just to remain in power. Examples abound; Gabon, Zimbabwe, Togo, even Nigeria’s former President Olusegun Obasanjo tried to amend the constitution and give himself a third term. Nelson Mandela handed over through proper elections and remained an elder statesman and critic of inappropriate or poor judgement in African and world politics. Recall he criticized Obasanjo for attempting to extend his term as president, and also spoke out criticizing Bush for his invasion of Iraq.

Nelson Mandela: Source:
Nelson Mandela: Source:

Many speak of how Madiba spent 27 years in prison and came out without bitterness. Well I do not believe he came out without bitterness. Mandela was bitter, and rightly so. You can deduce this from his interviews when he discusses his prison experience and what he missed out, especially in his personal/family life. He was stripped of his freedom, he missed the growth and evolution (if you wish) of his children, he was humiliated and suffered a great deal at the hands of his jailers, his wife Winnie suffered many rebukes and he could not help her when the people around her perpetrated the various indiscretions which made headlines. A few years after his release, he went through a divorce and became President as a lonely man, although he later found love with Graca Machel, the widow of the former President of Mozambique Samora Machel. I think that what made Nelson Mandela a great man, is the fact that he triumphed above this bitterness, he accepted what had been, and looked forward to a future that was not necessarily about him. He set aside his bitterness, shed it almost, smiled from his centre, and embraced the need to build a South Africa in which his children and his children’s children could live and exist side by side with the former oppressors, and putting it simplistically, be whatever they wished to be.

Our Madiba joined his ancestors last night at the age of 95; he had struggled with his health and had gone in and out of hospital in the last few months. Madiba’s life is evidence to me that the human spirit is indomitable, that good inevitably triumphs over evil. As Archbishop Desmond Tutu wrote:

“He showed in his own character, and inspired in others; goodness, compassion, a desire for justice, peace, forgiveness and reconciliation. He was not only an amazing gift to humankind, he made South Africans and Africans feel good about who we are. He made us walk tall”.

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela made me walk tall. What a great man! He was our Madiba and his legacy would live on.