I don’t want to pay an arm and a leg to cover my arm and leg

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

City Diaries: The Man with the Red Backpack

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

Myopia: or how I attempted to overcome short-sightedness and see the bigger picture

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