Burning Down the House

 In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?”


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Hahahaha 😛

This will mark my shortest prompt entry. Five items I would grab during such a crisis would be, and these are numbered according to their worth and importance to me.

  1. I have started creating my own personal library last year during October, however, all my books matter to me. I truly can not afford to lose them all. So, my book collection is my first priority.
  2. My university study material
  3. My clothes, including shoes
  4. My skateboards and lastly
  5. Help other people with whatever they quickly need out of the house.

I think that is it!



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Got Skills.”

“If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?”


I really do not have fairy-tales on this on. If there is one skill I would wish for and would like to  acquire, that would simply be ‘writing’. Writing was never easy but I obsess about it, rather, I really truly love it even when it really challenges me daily.

I have had emotional days, crying, because I am terrible at writing, yet I still write. I do not know if this makes total sense to you. But I do understand it. At least I do.

I want to be able to observe and articulate my thoughts and to do it very well. Not just do it, but excel with it!



                                 In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”

“Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits”.



This prompt got me laughing before I could even think and write. It got me way interested. I honestly hardly, if not never attempt to think of things that truly arouse an intense distaste or disgust me. Rather, I choose not to think of them.

It was not your intention that it happen. Maybe you were clumsy and a drink spilled off onto your slices of bread. Bread soaked in gravy, in tea, in soup or maybe in juice. ICK! EW! When I was small, we used to have fun breakfast moments together with my siblings and aunts, who really toke care of us, also seeing to it that we never skipped meals. During rush hours in the morning before school, it is either someone spilled or someone dunked. I disliked it!  When someone would spill a drink onto their bread and its all soggy, it got me off side and If it happen to me, I would instantly lose my appetite and more often, I would excuse myself because I would fell like vomiting. Some people dunk their bread into tea or soup and enjoy the meal. I can not help but feel repulsed.It squirms my skin. My heart and liver would switch places in my body.

Wet bread looks relatively looks like vomit. How do you eat that?!


I can not think of any puff piece about its amazing merits. It does not have any. It is just done by the brave. I guess I am not. I still felt like throwing up during the writing of this prompt.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”

Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home.

. . . soil.

. . . rain.

Use those words in the title of your post


My mind ran with words today. Its a lot more exciting than I thought and  a great way to recapitulate what the mind thinks. The first word which I thought of when I read the word ‘home’ was the word ‘family’. Slightly afterwards, words such as warmth, good food, laughter, fun, and charity came to my mind as I was thinking of the word ‘home’.

The smell of soil is great when it rains in Johannesburg. Its a smell you will never get anywhere in the world, my brother Arthur once said to me. I thought of the word plantations when I first read this word.

Rain is beautiful. I have gotten used to it the last few weeks before we crossed over to the year 2015. It rained cats and dogs, daily! Those were days of rain and at times I anticipated that it may or not rain.  You mistakenly forgotten the umbrella and when you have, it pours and when it does not rain,  you have toke the umbrella or rain coat with you all the way from home and you wish you had left it at home. It sure does not rain when you have stuffed it into your bag and you are getting annoyed of the space it has occupied. Weather is inconsistent anyway. Seasons come and seasons go. Literally, the first word that came to my mind when I thought of the word ‘rain’ is blessings. That is exactly what I perceive rain as.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brain Power.”

Lets assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?



It toke me a few minutes to cogitate on this prompt question. With this remaining 90% , I would divide it by three. Simply having an equal of three 30 percentages with which one has a selective target. With the first 30%, I would use it just for writing but not only to write but to ameliorate my writing skills further, to develop a sense of putting words together and the to articulate myself better. The second 30% would be for reading. For reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body”- Steele. I love reading and this year I hope to read at least a maximum of 22 books. Thus far, I have read only 3. I look forward to consuming a lot more. Lastly, the other 30% would be unlocked to give back in communities. Giving genuinely brings forth immerse benedictions.

This is how I would choose to use the remaining 90 percentage 🙂


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.”

When was the last time you were ready to throw in the proverbial towel? Did you end up letting go, or you decided to fight on anyway?



Reality knocks in sometime in our lives. Be it after high school or when a need rises to start learning to be independent. Being a child is great but we cannot always be children. Can we? We ought to grow.

Often after high school, what we call ‘Matriculation’ in South Africa, reality kicks in. The completion of it is a good first stepping stones to tertiary education. Its also a moment to be remembered. After this chapter, I wanted to go into university, nonetheless ,the financial demands that it requested. Often we seek funding and bursaries to help pave the way. It was never easy. It never came through for me and I ended up being a stay home for a year and 6 months.

It was depressing and frustrating. My dream seemed impossible and far from reaching. When I was about to give in, I was then advised by a close friend to apply at one of SA’s prestigious long distance institution called University of South Africa (UNISA) which is the most affordable institution here. I was blessed to be funded. There I was, studying Bachelor of Arts in Communication Science which I successfully completed with an attainment of 8 distinctions out of 30 modules/subjects. This was only possible through fighting a battle of getting this qualification after challenges and the hunger that burned in me. Hard work and courage followed suit.

“Education is the leading of human souls to what is best, and making what is best out of the them” – John Ruskin

Through the grace and mercy of God, faith got me where despair would have not.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.”

When was the last time you wrote something substantive- a letter, a story, a journal entry, ect,- by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era?



I still love pens and pencils. I actually own a lot and always have either one of the two with me most of the time. Answering the first question: when was the last time I wrote something substantive? I write daily more than I post here daily. My answer could simply be yesterday. 🙂 Mind you, yes, Its was hand written. I hand write a lot but certainly would never imagine a pre-keyboard era because our lives has speedily changed and not only so but positively. One can write a lot on their computers and store safely. The perks are limitless. I am still traditional though. I use the computer and my pens and pencils interchangeably. I love it that way. In fact, my pens don’t last.

The thought of not having pens and pencils is more daunting than not having keyboards. Its mind blocking. Hand writing could perish and the next generations would never know how to write, probably with bad hand writings. Calligraphy would be non existent.

I am still traditional.