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I am my difference

There is an idea, if it comes from Maurice Merleau-Ponty or from Hans-Georg Gadamer I am not sure, that simply states: unity-in-difference. The African philosophy

Stuck Between Here and There: A Series of Artistic Photographs of an Artistic Town

i am stuck between here and there nowhere and everywhere at once only to realise that i was slowly dissolving into the fabric of the universe a grain of sand nothing

A Girl and a Dam - Some Photographs

We stopped at a local dam on our way to our next destination. The first day of the road trip was coming to an end, and it was fitting. We stopped at a beautiful

The Simplicity of Building a Home - A Cape Canary

I am finding it increasingly hard to focus on the smaller things (like I used to do) with all of the changes in my life. It is funny, we always hear about people

The Speeding Up of Life: A Book Contract, A Post-Doctoral Fellowship, and Chaos

I have been wanting to slow down for a while now, especially after my PhD, but it feels like things are just moving faster and faster. I was awarded a short term

"A Savannah Afternoon" - Photographs and Musings

There is nothing like a bushveld (Kruger) or savannah sunset and sunrise. It is one of the most beautiful sightings, for myself, and for many others as well. You

Photographs of the Kruger Without "Stories": Musings and Thoughts

The funny thing about visiting the Kruger National Park as a photographer is that you will essentially have a "graveyard" filled with photographs that

Driving Into Lions on a Desperate Search for a Bathroom - Photographs and Tales from the Kruger Part 5

It was halfway through the second day in the Kruger National Park. We were desperately looking for a stopover, a place where we could get a bathroom. In the Kruger,

An Elephant Taking a Normal Bath - Photographs and Tales from the Kruger Part 4

On the first day of our trip to the Kruger National Park, we saw an elephant taking a mud bath. Now, on the second day in the Kruger we saw another elephant but

Leaving Behind 2025: Thinking Back on a Crazy Year

Thinking back on the crazy year on the eve of the new year has become a normal part of ending the year off. Maybe this is because of the ingrained normalcy of thinking

The Photogenic Southern Red-billed Hornbill

The movement was quick. I saw the bird. I am not sure if it saw me. I jumped into action, changing my lenses. It jumped from tree to tree. I managed to sneak up

The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak | A Fermented Book Review

I bought a bunch of Elif Shafak's books on a book sale. But in the years since, I have not had the chance to read them. Someone posted a story on their Instagram

"A Nightmarish Moment" - Some Photographs of a Spider

It feels like a nightmare. The longer you stare, the scarier it gets. I place myself in the web, tangled and stuck in the snare of this demonic creature. Its venom

Happy Hive Birthday to Me!

Written for @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2951: a dreaded report I rarely post twice on one day. In fact, I often do well to post twice in one month.

[OOPSIE - DON'T VOTE]

I forget stuff. Shit happens. Don't vote please :)

A Eulogy: She left too many books unread

This month, we had a death in the family. And death can be a mirror - a mirror in which our convenient self-delusions crumble. I believe that we honor the dead by

Open Entropy

The lake is dry, water is frozen. Can't get wet without exerting extra effort. A reminder that even the things that come easy are bound to get hard with time. Or

The Fragility Of Life

I would love to say that since the beginning of this year, life in my country has been one rollercoaster after another but that would be me downplaying the reality

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑵𝒐 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆

"Why do people wait for the perfect time to excute their plans?" People think thriving in comfort makes all the difference, but you know how you make the

Supernatural Superfeminine

I thought for a long time I ought to be a boy. Was it something I'd said? Or been told? Was it the way I bent my head, or rather, the awkward way men's hands moved