I hope to leave my footprint. I am all about impacting the lives of others. It takes concerted efforts, making others the first priority, with yourself as the least of those priorities.

I dedicate my time to a youth club in Soweto called Kliptown Youth Program (KYP). This goes out to all the kids at KYP who I also wish growth and a solid educational foundation for better futures.

With love,




eine Leistung: Ein Jahr der Deutsch lernen


Dank Kliptown Youth Prgramme (KYP) und World Horizons auf eine Gelehenheit, Deutsch unterrichtet werden. Dank Paul und Kimon, der im Vorjahr für eine voluntaring Program verbracte in Südafrika. Dank Florian und Thomas, die es nach Südafrika vor Kurzem haben, als auch ehrenamtlich. Schließlich, Ich bin dankbar für mein eigenes Engagement und Ausdauer zu erlernen.

Seine mehr als einem Jahr, seit ich festgestellt, Deutsch zu lernen. Der heutige Tag ist ein Jahr, eine Monat und 12 Tage.

Ich bin glücklich und hoffe fluant auf sie zu sein. Was für eine großartige Reise.




In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Think Global, Act Local.”

“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one. images This topic is a deja vu! Or rather a coincidence of some sort. With the conversations I had a few days ago, I was transported to another world through a chat. After speaking to a mother and a friend of mine from England by the name of Tam, I learned a lot. Tam Martins Fowles is a founder of HOPE IN A HEART. She is a very loving and compassionate woman who is tremendously doing well for her community. United Kingdom, which I believe that many of you my friends live there and of course, other spheres of the world. It is very delighting and complex how we always and in our daily basis, think that living in different parts of the world marks and makes us different. Including race, hair, accents, how we dress, eat, and in general, how we do everything. We think that this reflects vast differences in human being. Maybe we are different but if so, what makes us different? Well, I hold a different view. This is a global issue and personally so to say. I have discovered that communication, be it English and which that we can use to exchange mutual understanding is the greatest tool. Therefore, being a third eye to knowing that we are, through communication, differently the same. We see ourselves as different but in us and through communication, we are the same! We are not different. Despite the social constructions, communication can bring as into one accord. However, we then see each one as 1 and we develop 1 love.Through communication we can merge into one and we are one!


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

What do you display on the walls of your home — photos, posters, artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?


There is not really much on the walls of my home. There is isn’t much to an extend that I really am ignorant when it comes to what the walls have. We were never really been fans of putting things up. I think this is so because certainly my grandmother would not want anyone making her walls dirty :P. It is really funny and I know it. Not that she does not love photos or decorations. She does and I trust my intuition on this on.

Not in the kitchen do we have anything on the walls. Neither in bed rooms. But I just recalled of something now! We have a calendar and one nicely framed photograph of my grandmother, my sibling, who at that time was approximately 2-3 years old and my great-grandfather who passed on at the age of a century and a year (101) old during August of 2013. But I precisely do not know what age he was then. He just looked strong. Better off that his days above 90 years of living on earth.

That is really what we have on our walls. I am not really a fan of putting things on walls but lately my schedule has to be on the wall. I think that is crucially important. I have a lot on my plate this year, however, strategic planning and time management will be handy. Well, I have had hectic other years juggling both work and getting my BA Degree but just not to trip and fall. I need to safe guard myself. Plus, I really would love to devote this year to my studies and not only that……but to excel in my studies too.

The display of the calendar is actually ‘an every bodies’ tool in the house and it is easily accessible. The photograph is a good way to decorate but I am sure it is more of planting good memories in our heads, more than any other thing. It is a beautiful photo and often, despite how it might be displayed, honestly, is the least of some of the things I wonder around the house to see.

The calendar is a boom ticker. Time and days flies. Images keep lasting memories and that is good enough.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Buffalo Nickel.”

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

Thanks for the great idea, Melanie!


Not in my purse but a wallet, I got this coin. It is a twenty (20) cent. Well known as 2-Pop in South Africa’s township slang language. Year 1999, it is printed. 1999? What was I doing that year?! Calculated from the year I was born in 1991 and that simply means I was 1) in primary school, 2)I was eight years old and 3) I was in grade 2.

Since I was that small, maybe all I did was go to school, help out in the house and play, play and play! All I remember is that I loved school and at that age, I really enjoyed climbing on something so as to reach the kitchen basin to be able to help with dishes. I really did those type of things.

I really can not recall so many things. I was kid and it really makes sense to me that a lot I did might have evolved a lot around school and doing what 8 year old children  would most do like playing until you ridiculously got dirty and you swear whatever you were wearing would not be washable.

I was a child doing child related things. 🙂


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.”

Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?


How often have we ever toke into consideration of the important roles teachers have in our lives? I thought of this question when I read this prompt. The reason that I could read this prompt should definitely grant someone out there an award for teaching me how to read. Writing this is no exception. The fact that I can think, therefore write, also needs to be noted as an important aspect of being taught by a teacher. I still am not really a good writer you would have come across but I thank all my teachers from first grade to the last one. There is a saying that says, which that does not build you, may break you. This is often prevalent in school life. Not all teachers will build you and not all of them will break you. Oh! at least, this is not their main objective or intention in their craft of teaching.

Regardless of the odds, I too have a teacher I would like to tell a story about. Her name is Ms Nkonde. She taught me the English language, which is a second language to me, making it worth learning. She taught me intermediate and senior phase grades at primary school. Often learning a language other than that of your mother is challenging but she had a zest and the ability to make us be interested in speaking it, writing it and laughing about it. Yes, laughing about your mistakes when speaking, be corrected and learn from it. I really appreciated this because perfection is groomed and bred by our daily mistakes. However, we learn through such experiences.

I still think English is a daunting language to speak but I have then developed an incredible energy to write and significantly, to see myself pursue a career in communication and writing. I envy her for being patient, loving and kind. I love her for imparting her knowledge to us. Looking back,  I was way poor at this language and today, presently, I have improved.

Would I have made it without a teacher like her? Would I  have built a dream for myself? Would I have seen possibilities behold measure?

Maybe yes, maybe no. I sure do know that I would have endeavored in other fields of interest.


Lebo loves you


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Ever wondered what colloquial language is? And what its detrimental consequences in writing are?

In literature, colloquialism is the use of informal words, phrases or even slang in a piece of writing (Literature Devices: 2014). Phrases such as LOL, LMFAO, YOLO, OMG, WTF, et cetera have gained popularity online and offline among young people and lately, the old too. These phrases all have standardised meanings and are usually regarded as abbreviations used to save time when communicating or rather to express oneself. Colloquial language does not only include abbreviated words but also the shortening of words to communicate quicker in a short period of time. Colloquial language is usually used interchangeably with the word “slang”, which is related to slang but is not synonymous to the word slang. This is commonly used in social media such as Facebook, Twitter and Whatsapp but just to mention a few and currently used via offline services like SMS (Short Message Services).


I do comprehend that colloquial language was highly if not mostly influenced by multiple participants one turns to engage with on his/her personal accounts, therefore the demand to communicating with all of them at the same time. For instance, one person would have a number of participants who on an online platform, usually on instant chat rooms at the same time share content and are engaging in interesting topics. These topics create wider and prolonging debates in groups, demanding speedily responses from participants, who are also communicating with others at that very moment. This then calls for the need to maintain relationships simultaneously and time is of important essence. But does this mean neglecting your writing abilities? I think this is not necessary. When I was in 12th Grade, preferably known as ‘matric’, the exposure of the then implemented and popular social media platform called ‘MXIT’ in South Africa created by multi cooperation News24 assisted on the simplicity and ability of engagement with families and friends. It then developed what became an excessive obsession and popular used language, termed “MXIT language”.  During this blunt growing writing style, I realised vast changing dimensions of writing and how detrimental this is impacting in one’s usage of language, from issues of poor spelling, poor writing skills, inappropriate writing in examinations or other different platforms and poor writing presentation in formal documents et cetera.

The reality is that its popularity is now treated like ‘normal and ordinary’ language. How could this be so when it is destroying language usage? From high school examination test to tertiary examinations, colloquial language is used. How then do we expect to pass? In work places unprofessional reports and documents fail to covey main objectives and aims as anticipated. One’s writing style says a lot about the writer and it is important.


Maybe writing in a colloquial style is not a bad thing to do but it certainly is no good. I am of the opinion that colloquial language has major consequences which include constantly forgetting the precise spelling of words, poor grammar, and informality on formal contexts and most significantly misinterpretation of what is being written therefore creating communication barriers and unfriendly communication environments.