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The Day My Future Was Decided I haven’t saved much for retirement, largely

I haven’t saved much for retirement, largely because I never expected to reach this stage of life. It’s not something I ever imagined. Sitting here now, staring at words on a...

How I Learned to See People as Dogs Let’s travel back two decades, so this

Let’s travel back two decades, so this story makes sense.

Once again, I found myself near the top of the corporate ladder. Over time, my responsibilities grew until I was...

At Last, I Am Free This morning, staring at my computer screen, I was

This morning, staring at my computer screen, I was utterly dumbfounded.

Sometimes being a writer simply doesn’t add up. I love writing — fiercely. It excites me, frightens me a...

The Ones Who Came Before Leave This wasn’t the first time I had experienced

This wasn’t the first time I had experienced something mysterious.

Similar strange occurrences happened to me both before and after the Soweto massacre. Most have faded with...

Where the Smoke Blotted Out the Sun Shortly after seeing the “angelic”

Shortly after seeing the “angelic” figures at the foot of my bed, I drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. It felt as though only a minute or two had passed when the military base...

They Came in the Night This story is entirely based on real events. Nothing

This story is entirely based on real events. Nothing has been altered to protect anyone, because the truth requires no embellishment. The only exception is if your biological...

The Tune You Make This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I heard my

This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I heard my wife humming a familiar melody while she made breakfast and packed our lunches in the kitchen.

Now, before you get the...

The Ghosts in the Ink I started reading at such a young age that I don’t

I started reading at such a young age that I don’t remember the exact moment. While I can recall learning how to read, it’s harder to pinpoint when I first began writing, or...

It Took Years to Get Here Reaching this point has taken years. While I

Reaching this point has taken years. While I always dreamed of it, I never imagined I’d wake up on a Monday and spend my morning answering emails about my stories.

Getting...

A Quiet Day, a Living Book, and One Unexpected Fan Since I’m drawing a

Since I’m drawing a blank on what to write about today, I thought I’d simply speak my mind.

Things are calm on the writing side of life, at least for now — and I suppose that’s a...

The Quiet Art of Not Belonging I have often felt as though I do not belong,

I have often felt as though I do not belong, as if I were shaped slightly differently from the spaces I am meant to occupy.

It is not a fleeting feeling, and I cannot trace it...

Cognitive Overload: The Silent Collapse In the complex landscape of mental

In the complex landscape of mental health, there is a concept that is frequently ignored, rarely discussed, and profoundly underestimated. I am taking a risk by writing about...

Welcome Back to the Machine Dealing with mental health challenges and then

Dealing with mental health challenges and then going back to work after a difficult episode is tough enough. But returning to a workplace where your desk has been relocated,...

People Like That Thrive in This New World A few days ago, I had lunch with

A few days ago, I had lunch with a friend.

It’s an annual tradition to celebrate what we call New Beginnings, and it usually plays out the same way. I use the time to brag about...

A Child’s Heart in an Adult Body Humans are remarkable beings, all of us

Humans are remarkable beings, all of us sharing this same Earth as we navigate our lives. Some of us struggle to survive, while others simply exist. One thing about humans has...

The Weight of Not Knowing Looking back on tough times, I often think, It

Looking back on tough times, I often think, It wasn’t that bad, really. I wonder why I worried so much to begin with.

Going through a breakup, losing a job, or facing financial...

The Quiet Before Monday Waking up on a Saturday, I usually spring out of

Waking up on a Saturday, I usually spring out of bed, ready to go. I stretch, make coffee, grab my vape, and head to the terrace. From there I watch people playing tennis on the...

Three Sides to the Truth Every story has three sides: his, hers, and the

Every story has three sides: his, hers, and the truth.

No more. No less.

I’ll use gender-neutral pronouns here, because this pattern belongs to all of us. Most people have lived...

The Phantom Appetite This has happened to me many times, and I can’t ignore

This has happened to me many times, and I can’t ignore it any longer. I want to name it, if only to see whether others recognise it too. Let’s call it a phantom appetite.

My wife...

The Illusion of Support Mental health has become a prominent issue,

Mental health has become a prominent issue, amplified by the pandemic and its long shadow. Support groups now exist across countless platforms, offering spaces where those...