I forgot my phone at home and I am ok

What am I suppose to do with my hands if they are not constantly checking my phone for new Facebook notifications?
What am I suppose to be staring at if not at a small illuminated screen?
I left the house this morning feeling lost, earphones in my bag but no phone
How could I forget such a vitally important organ on the dinner table?
They were right next to each other! What was I thinking?
I even called rescue services
“Hi Sir, could you please bring my phone to me?”
I felt lost without it
Nothing to cradle
Nothing to avert my attention away from my day job
Nothing to occupy me in slumps of busyness
What was I meant to do, work?
In all actuality, I did nothing
No work
Just sat and thought about all those notifications I was missing
The ones that irritated me just yesterday
The ones I just about wished away – for just a moment of silence
And here I sit, not knowing which task to start next , not knowing who is liking or loving me on Facebook and Instagram
Anxiety creeping in because I now dread going home
Because, notifications
Will I be disappointed at the meaningless of the notifications or will I immediately vow to never leave my phone at home or worst still, vow to leave my phone at home for an hour or so of silence?
My anxiety has settled
It’s sad though – that it gets to that
Anxiety because we are so connected to our phones more than to our own offspring
It is not lunchtime yet and though I am itching to “keep busy” by checking Facebook or Instagram – and let’s face it, it’s just the same shit on different days – I know that I will be ok
9 Hours
Will I rush home to check or phone or will I stop to hug and kiss my daughter?

This title is long but the reason why is in the post below

If you follow me on social media, you’d know that I had a #SecretEasterGiveaway and because of my over excitedness – I decided to announce the winner earlier than 14 April 2017.
Also, below is a blogpost on the sponsor of the #SecretEasterGiveaway and a little reveal
A bit late but #SecretEasterGiveaway sponsor is HeyCasey!

Hey Casey! is an online store in South Africa that designs and prints trendy and customized phone case covers.

The BossLady is Michell and I am OBSESSED with Instagram pics #Goddess. She started Hey Casey! early in 2016. Her team consists of a bunch of pretty spectacular girls that are serious about fun. They love crazy patterns, bright colors, quirky sayings and pretty things. Tharien (who I have dealt with personally and is a #Doll) is the Office Manager and basically runs the ship. The graphic designer, Narina, is constantly coming up with quirky and fun designs that our customers love! Zandrie is the wiz that does most of the printing, with our UV Printer dubbed Casey, who can sometimes be very temperamental – the printer not Zandrie #laughsfordays. 😉 And then there is Loveness, that ensures our orders are packed and ready for the courier to collect in time for us to keep our 48 hour dispatch promise to our customers.

I have been dealing with HeyCasey! for the past 2 months and I am inlove with the staff and their customer service
Coming back to you? Impeccable!
Craziness? Outstanding!
If ever there was a #ProudlySA brand to support, then HeyCasey! is it

To follow the crew of Hey Casey, click on the links below
HeyCasey Facebook Page
HeyCasey Instagram Page

Pop on over to my Instagram page to find out who the winner of the HeyCasey! competition is

Oh, hey – there are 2 winners!

Drunk Without Drinking

My brain is tired. Crying tears of exhaustion. I can see it, well I can imagine it. Words are not fully formed when exiting my mouth and my body is non compliant. Could it be that I am too tired or just broken? Small miracles this past week. Even bigger ones to come. I cannot seem to form coherent sentences, face to face. Words falling each other and each word never really ending with it’s purposed letter. Is it safe to even be here? Awake? Am I making any sense? Have you stopped reading? I hope not. Maybe this is my cry for help. Maybe this is my last straw. Will someone continue reading, respond and save me? Or must I save myself? For we enter the World alone, surely we leave it alone too? When are you close to combustion who will settle your soul? When my mind is too busy and my lips are too fast, where is the silence and the saving?

Father Are You Coming?

This post will not be long
It will not be about “daddy issues”

This is about Christ

The big JC

So please leave now if you feel, in any way that you could be offended

With all that is happening in South Africa (also the rest of the World), alot of social media posts have been asking , “Is this the end?”

Well, is it?

As a Christian. Albeit one who does not attend the ‘building’ much, I do think the end is coming.

Today? Tomorrow? This very second?

I’m not going to lecture you about how you should repent for your sins because #GlassHouses but you know where and how you stand in this World. What you believe in. 

What I will say is this

With all these senseless killings and rapes, does it not pose the question “what is He trying to say?” Are the warning signs not evident enough for us do something? Our justice system is a joke. Our political stance is a joke. I don’t listen to politics or pay much mind to what happens in South Africa because it tends to the same old repetitive heartbreak. I should though. In most cases I am ashamed / embarassed to be a Coloured but these past few weeks, I am ashamed / embarassed to be a South African. Today, I believe, will not be peaceful. How will #ZumaMustFall be any different to #FeesMustFall ? I know things like these (marches/riots) happen all over the World but South Africa? Come on guys!

On a lighter note, it remains Friday and atleast we have the weekend to look forward to.

With light & love,

Be safe 

Be vigilant


Mommy, you don’t spend any time with me

This is the phrase I so often hear. From the mouth of my one and only child. A 4 year old. These words do not spill from her mouth at dinner time but rather at an appropriate 20h35 and we end up spending the next 20 minutes talking as my eyelids close for they too, are tired. Many a night we cling to a warm water bottle with tears streaming down our face because we are sad and always for the same reason. I have even brought up the issue of adding a daddy to the equation but last night I was given a life lesson because having a daddy is too sad. I guess that’s what 4 + years of being fatherless does. Makes it sad. I have even tried bringing up her father. Just so that she knows that it is not her fault. There are many nights I hear more than just those words. They all hurt. They always do but I am doing my best. Every day. At 4, 2 months shy of turning the big 5 she is quite bright and I am happy that she is progressing into a little person anyone who would be proud of but those moments. Those moments of complete heart shattering sadness is what kills me. It hits me right in the heart. Doubting. Questioning my abilities as a mother. Yes, I am good enough but am I good enough? Where am I failing that we face the issue on a daily basis? How much time is enough time? What am I, as a parent, doing wrong? 

As a parent, what is something your kid/s say that makes you think “what now?”

A Million Complaints

As a single parent to 1 single solitudal (*not an actual word) child I feel like I do not have the right to complain or vent or be expressive about my dislikee or my lack of 

Let me give you a taste

  • I cannot complain about not having time, for anything let alone myself
  • I cannot complain that my kid is driving me nutty or that sometimes I just wanna klap ‘n laatie
  • I cannot complain about being sexless since 2011 because society
  • I cannot call the ever elusive “not-there-not-supportive-at-all” parent a sperm donor
  • I cannot simple say to a friend (& I use this term loosely) with 2 or more that I cannot imagine having another unless I am married because I won’t be able to cope
  • I cannot complain that my child likes to make me feel horrible by blurting out things like, “you do not spend enough time with” and a few other hurtful things

As mothers, parents even ; we struggle through the same perhaps on different scales but society has deemed it inappropriate that we share these struggles in our social circles, let alone on social media. When we, as people, feel constantly judged for our choices and when we are constantly bombarded on how to be a better you how are we suppose to be relatively ok with bringing a child or children into this life?

So yes, as a single parent to just 1 child – I do feel like I don’t have the right to complain but I also have the right to not be judged.

To you

To society

On social media

I may not be perfect and I will never claim to be but to her I am mom and that’s all that matters

A Women’s Worth

I find after talking to someone today, a mere 30 minute conversation, I have realised that a woman’s worth lies not in the outside world or the amount of LIKES or HEARTS she gets on social media but more within herself. Here I stand, trying to think which room do I start cleaning first or do I just let it slide for one more day, lie down and watch the latest episode of the Walking Dead? Instead I sit down and type because for years I have not cried and for months I have not breathed. All I want is to cry, snot and trane. Not while watching a movie but to cry from pure release, to just allow my emotions, for once, to take control and allow My Lord to lift me up. I realise that my worth is not in the role of  mother or daughter but my worth is in me. I determine my worth and if I look into my mirror and see another empty soul then there is nothing anyone can do to change that. My fire burned to ashes in my eyes years ago and I lost my passion to live. Yes, I live but I am barely alive. Scrambling for the last scraps of fresh air as the night draws near. I am not who I was and I am not sure I am who I want to be. I live a life full of sighs and exasperated motions. I barely take in the beauty of this world because I am too busy drowning in the “keep it up!” I do not enjoy many moments but the few that I do, I wish I could live there forever. I do not express my frustation often but when I do it is often too late. A woman’s worth is embedded deep within her. Should she see herself as worthless, should she see herself as unwanted ; that is what she will remain. A woman’s worth is not in the words that society speaks or the validation her selfie brings. The worth of a woman is in what ignites her soul, deep in the night when the world asleeps and her child is cradled into her bosom, her worth becomes reality. When it is silent and only the stars light the night sky, it is then that a woman finds her worth. In the quiet. In the dark. As a single tear rolls down her cheek, she seeks not your validation or praise ; she seeks only her worth.

March Review | The Kid Zone

Good Morrow Fellow Humanoids. It’s been a day and a half since I’ve been SUPERbusyMOM, let alone the 2.0 more awesome version but alas!, this is not about me but more about the ever awesome company called “The Kid Zone“. If you know me, you’ll know that I am obsessed with online shopping ❤ the one and only reason why my obsesion doesn’t spiral out of control is because I’m lacking the thousands of funds needed to feed my habit. 

Why do I love The Kid Zone?

Besides the fact that it’s online? Dis goedkoop (*cheap). They also seem to have toys I often find hard to locate in the shops at shop prices 🙄 There are no hidden costs. Everything is layed out perfectly in terms of costing and your package arrives in 48 – 72 hours flat. How awesome is that? Nothing better than unwrapping a freshly delivered package. Like a damn kid in a candy store 🍭

You’re probably wondering what I got from The Kid Zone and how you can get one? 

In true SUPERbusyMOM2.0 fashion, a review wouldn’t be complete without a giveaway (*details on my social media channels) but you won’t be entering to get what I got, you’ll be entering for a voucher to spend at the online store. Much better, right?

We got a MySmartKid box and I was not the only one who was excited *cue entrance of excited 4 year old*

Keep your eyes peeled on my social mqedia channels on how to enter and read the rules below ⬇⬇

*Competition Rules*

  • You must reside in Cape Town
  • If you have won in the past 6 months with SUPERbusyMOM2.0, you will not be eligible to win
  • All entrants of SUPERbusyMOM2.0 competitions will be entered into a big luxury/misc competition at the end of the year to the value of R1000
  • You must LIKE atleast ONE of my social media channels and comment on this post on one of these social media channels

Give Them Water

I hope you’ve read my previous  post about this. If not, here it is AGAIN!

Seriously guys – it’s hot enough to fry an egg outside


Ladies and Gents, if any of you have been following my blog or reading my posts, you must know that I have been trying to get a “Care Package” initiative off the ground but it seems that no one cares.

I run various Facebook pages and the one that I have officially created to be the “face” of my version of outreach is called “Care4Me

Now, I would love it if you could take 10 seconds, pop over and “LIKE” this page for me – please.

The reason for this post on SUPERbusyMOM2.0 is because I have noticed that the Cape Town summer is insane – it’s hot inside and outside and most likely everywhere #sarcasm

What I have started to do is fill water bottles, place them in the freezer overnight or for a few hours and before I head out for the day #holidays, I take them out and as I drive, if I happen to stop at a robot where someone is begging, I then hand them the somewhat, not so much iced water.

Now, you’re probably thinking “why put yourself in danger, especially this time of the year?” Because it’s fuckin hot man! I know these beggars might not seem appreciative or even downright are not, but something is better than nothing and I refuse to give money to someone who is most likely not going to use it in a resourceful or nutritious manner. What they do with my iced water is up to them but I would damn well drink it.

As drivers we do not know what it is like to stand outside the entire day, stinking up a storm. We do not know what it is like to go day in and day out, most probably not knowing that the year is coming to an end. We do not have that, albeit the wrong word, luxury, of inconvenience.

Queue too long at PNP? Complain

Coffee taste like ass from Wimpy? Complain

Debits gone off too early? Complain

I sit here, in a camping chair, on my laptop, in my room, with my fan blowing just a tad above my head. I have a clean showered body, smelling like lavendar baby powder and a tummy full of milk tart and I am thinking about the nachos I am about to make; when their are people out there who do not have the luxury of luxury.

Make 2017 great – not for you, but for them.

Pop on over to my Care4Me Facebook page, follow this blog, follow me on Insta and Twitter.

Don’t be left out on the next way to help someone who seems unhelpable. A small difference is still a difference.


*Fill a bottle with water, freeze it and carry it in your car for the day. Hand out as many as you can to the reggars (robot beggars) and hashtag #GiveThemWater

120 Days

No. That is not a title of an awesome book or movie. It is more real life. Right now. Right here. Anyone who lives in Cape Town knows that we have less than 129 days of water left. That’s 25% of 100%. Think about it for a second. Water is scarce and we should do everything in our power to conserve where we can. I collect my shower/bath water in a bucket and I use it for multiple sources but one out of 20 homes is not going help. We all need to make an effort and we all need, religious or not, to start praying for rain. Buckets of it. Cats and Dogs man. Complain but rather be secure in the knowledge that our dam levels are pf a concrete nature. Let’s save water. Let’s sustain and maintain our grey water usage.


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