After collecting envelopes and keeping every letter I have ever been given, I began writing my own. At the age of 14, after my father’s mother passed away, I wrote him a letter asking for us to stay in the city we lived in. He was impulsed by his loss to change his life, almost to catch up to the change that he couldn’t control. I don’t think I have ever appreciated writing as much as I did when confrontation seemed as hard as it did those few months. So I decided to write more. The first one had to be to the teacher who changed my life.

Dear Miss Curtis,

I will admit that I’ve been afraid of emailing you since I feel like you might not remember me. I have been wanting to email you every day for the past 2 years. I just didn’t know exactly what to say. But I guess I’ve had enough time to think about it. I just wanted to say that, to this day, you’re always the person I talk about when I’m asked to give a presentation or give a speech about my idol or role model. I think you’re the person who made me believe in myself the most out of everyone who has encouraged me to write. You have made me passionate about most things I have come to be. I wanted to email you when I had something to make you proud of, maybe when my book was published. But I noticed I keep setting dead lines for things I’m not sure will happen anytime soon. I wanted to thank you again for the way you taught me and the indirect messages you gave out as if you didn’t notice the impact it would have on my life. I still hope you keep teaching because I can’t imagine you not causing the effect you had on me on other people. There are a lot of things I have to thank you for but I still don’t know how to explain them. Thank you so much for everything you did without noticing how important it was.


We’re all waiting to be discovered

We’re waiting to be found. We want our blog to be found, our articles to be read, our films to be seen and our names to be known.

It’s a long and slow process. We have conversations that we’re told to offer in a form of art. We are told we’re passionate and we’ll get far. Our friends will encourage us and our families will be proud. But we are terrified that we won’t be seen outside of our circle. We start Youtube channels, start websites. Some upload their songs on Soundcloud and share it on Facebook. Some share it on Twitter and give out our URLs. But we want more.We write our books doubting their reaction and forget why we started. We forget that we always wanted our work to be someone’s favourite. We apply to university hoping it will be a step forward. It’s a way to fill up space while we grow in views and figure out the next big step.

There are days when you can see your future and days when you feel stuck. Days when you’re inspired and days when you’re drained. Being surrounded by people who have their next step figured out made me feel like I wasn’t going anywhere. Until I realised I plan on going somewhere else. I plan on doing something different. I plan on figuring it out while I’m lost. I want the comfort of knowing where to go next, but I forgot to be excited about what I’m doing now.

We will get discovered. Even if it’s by 5 people who love your writing and don’t just like your posts to get the likes in return. We will use this platform until we know how to grow further. We will use what we have now and expand on our ideas. It takes time. And so much motivation. We need to stop comparing ourselves to other artists and to avoid fearing the number of individuals trying to reach the same goal. Remember that you didn’t start this to win a competition. It was never about people buying your work over other pieces or being the most liked ‘influencer’. We need to rely on our own inspiration and our own vision and avoid needing outsiders’ views to get to our next step.

I’m still trying to figure mine out.

24 Hour Read-a-thon 

One of my ‘February Goals’ was to read without feeling guilty of the way it consumes my time. So I have decided to have a 24 hour period this weekend where I’ll try to read these books:

Books vs Cigarettes

George Orwell



Ellen Hopkins


Down and Out in Paris and London

George Orwell


Hear the Wind Sing

Haruki Murakami


Some Thoughts on the Common Toad

George Orwell


The Alchemist

Paulo Coelho



I will attempt to read from 00:00 Saturday until 00:00 Sunday and I will try to get people to join me,


So you want to be a writer?

This will always be my favourite poem. The speech I always needed. And the thoughts I always wanted to hear. Despite the controversial views towards this writer, I undeniably adore his raw honesty regarding journalism and writing as a passion, expected to be linked to an occupation. Bukowski is often associated and remembered by the era where he grew disillusioned with the publication process and stopped writing for almost a decade. Yet I see him as a writer who began writing again once he left the hospital after his near-fatal bleeding ulcer. Poet and short story writer. He needed to write. I will never admire him for the way he spoke about women. But I will always admire the way he felt about writing. The manner in which this man kept writing regardless of the critics or the lack of sold work is a representation of all of us. Artists and writers.

so you want to be a writer?

Charles Bukowski1920 – 1994

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

So you want to be a writer- Charles Bukowski (Video)

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Femininity: A rejected concept in the workplace

I was 17, looking in the mirror and tying my hair in a low bun when thinking about appearing like a journalist. I then noticed the encouragement women get for their feminine features in the street and the lack of it in the office. I realised that long hair was not encouraged in several occupations. I realised that I doubted my abilities of writing when my hair was down. And I realised: We associate feminine features with a lack of ability to work due to the traditional roles that have not yet been eradicated. I no longer want to overthink my clothes and my makeup, my hair and my shoes when going to work. I no longer want to feel guilty for liking my long hair. I realise this has been an ongoing view for years and I no longer want to link every physical decision with my occupation. I no longer want to feel insecure when going make up free or be expected to wear a shirt that is never revealing or wear my hair up because I want to look ‘professional’. I want to feel beautiful and I want to feel that way with whatever makes me feel that way. I don’t want to doubt my red lipstick and I don’t want to doubt my hair if I didn’t straighten it that morning. Women come in every shape and style and are made by the decisions and choices they have made about their bodies. I hate that i have been moulded into thinking that the features that make me feminine should be hidden in the workplace.I wish they knew that female empowerment came with all of the embodiment of the name. Not just a brain and two legs. I wish they knew that women will always find a way to be women. Whether it’s their pride in their appearance or their ability to shut you up without saying the words and instead using a response that will leave you wondering their potential. Their ability to make decisions, their intellectual abilities, their compassion or their art are what makes women professional, not the outfit that they planned the night before. I hope that the day I have to get ready for work, I’ll leave the house feeling confident, and not uncertain of the physical choices I made.

I am now 18. I cut my hair because I relied on it to feel beautiful. I wear lipstick like it’s lip balm and I love wearing red. And I no longer feel like my clothes and my makeup need to change for specific environments because I feel proud of what I have to say.



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