Author: Nomia Machebe

In one way or the other, don’t we all look for the light in the pouring rain?  Time and time again, we keep repeating this unrewarding exercise until we realize that light and warmth cannot be found in a storm – that is life. Yet life is a game we absolutely hate to lose. At…

Once upon a time there was a negative perception that emotionally associated Africa with famines, poverty, diseases, dry plots and scorching deserts. These associations, mostly based on second-hand information, neither did Africa any justice nor provided an accurate perspective of the continent. Anyone who has a good understanding of Africa as a continent and the opportunities within will…

Wow, I am truly appreciative of the wonderful wishes that are pouring in to me from Bhutan, Canada, Chile, Italy, London, Uganda, USA and Zimbabwe as well as all over South Africa.  Thanks to all of you for wishing me well – I am grateful for this day, for life, for good health, for unconditional…

My little brother says: “Sis, it is not true that bad things happen to bad people and good things to good people. There is no formula, there is no pattern, it is haphazard yet it all happens to all of us at some point”.  So, I unconsciously stare at him dismayed but I quickly take…

It looks like I am finally getting to say “benvenuto” to my dream-experience.  Call it risky; I call it freedom.  Freedom of the mind, freedom of the soul.  I wish I could also call it freedom of the body, but I cannot say that because the next time I hit the road my body will…

Is it a case of an onion where as I peel off one slippery layer after the other a torrent of tears stream down my cheeks as it washes my wounds, cleanses my soul?  I can’t decide which is more bearable: to open or shut my eyes because either way the vision is blurred.  As…

When I was younger, my father used to tell me one particular story over and over and over again. There were a few other stories that he used to narrate to me, but this one was a classic.  Every time he related this story, the narration would be accompanied by the same passion, adequate detail…

Can’t you see that this fabric is crumpled and wrinkled?  Is it not dull and lifelessly pale?  Is the significance of blue not gloom and doom?  Is its thread not scruffy and tattered?  Doesn’t its natural vibrance seem scattered?  Its hue appears to be fading.  I recognize it not, where is its innocent giggle? Did you intend to tint it when you snatched it away from me in…

Indeed time flies. Yet the valuable and numerous lessons along the way moves at a slow pace. As another birthday advances I anxiously concede to the fact that really there isn’t much to write home about yet I excitedly anticipate a number of activities.  Actually there is so much to focus on because there are…

On rare special mornings as I drive out of Bronkhorstspruit, I create a moment to stop at this corner for one thing: splendid sunrise.  I patiently and quietly wait to watch as the sun, like a naughty toddler who wants to check that no-one is watching, warmly and shyly peeps out.  Within a blink of an eye, like a new-born baby entering space,…