Disclaimer: I pray that this blog post is not misconstrued as me 'throwing shade at anyone'. It is merely based on an observation I had whilst scrolling through numerous modest dressing stores/designers on Instagram and the Internet as well as a conversation I had with some friends. I recently partook in a conversation regarding the … Continue reading I don’t want to pay an arm and a leg to cover my arm and leg
I had exactly five minutes to walk from the post office to the bus stop in order to catch the next bus scheduled to leave at 15:15. I walked briskly in the manner that I was accustomed to. 'Power walking' was a characteristic that most people I knew who used public transport had. It even … Continue reading City Diaries: Fast, Faster, Fasting
I got an e-mail from an old friend recently. The subject line simply read “Hi”. I almost thought it would be casual from that. The electronic equivalent of small talk. Of course, what a wrong thought that would’ve been. The e-mail consisted of a paragraph, ending with: “Please contact me.” I didn’t want to reply. … Continue reading The Purge: Losing Friends and Removing Others
There is a hospital in Longmarket Street. It was renamed after Christiaan Barnard – the man who performed the world’s first heart transplant. Of course names can be deceiving. He had performed the transplant at a hospital kilometres away, named Groote Schuur. When I was born there (at Christiaan Barnaard, not Groote Schuur), it had … Continue reading City Diaries: The Man with the Red Backpack
District Six is mostly desolate. There’s a pop of colour in the form of a Nelson Mandela mural on the wall of an abandoned house. Was it not him that said: “Education is the most powerful weapon that you can use to change the world”? He said a lot of things. I had memorised parts … Continue reading City Diaries: Education and Other Imaginary Weapons
I haven't written a City Diaries post in a while and boy, have I missed it! These posts are about my travels in and around my hometown, Cape Town, South Africa.
This is not a comprehensive guide to dealing with failure. If anyone happens to have one of those, kindly pass it to me. Rather, it’s about seeing the bigger picture while being blind to it simultaneously. My optometrist is a balding man of few words. I began going to him in high school. Given my … Continue reading Myopia: or how I attempted to overcome short-sightedness and see the bigger picture
There are roads named after Queen Victoria in almost every suburb of the Western Cape. A trip to a fabric store in Woodstock is a reminder of how places change as do the gazes of the people who inhabit them.
It was another morning and another bus journey. She looked out of the window, taking in the same sites she saw everyday. Today a shop window caught her eye. It had Arabic writing frosted on the glass wall of the shop window. It wasn’t the ‘حلال' sign carried by stores indicated that they didn’t serve … Continue reading City Diaries: Americano at a Lebanese Cafe
Today marks a month of my being on the social media that necessitates a certain kind of perfection: both filtered and flawless - Instagram.