Capoeira - the freedom to choose

The freedom to choose…

Yet, how often do we actually choose?  Often times I feel enslaved by circumstance, budget, culture, expectation and responsibility.  I don’t feel the freedom I long for. Capoeira is an Afro-Brazilian martial art or folk dance, played by African slaves in Brazil.  The word “slave” always fascinated me.  Possibly because I don’t want to associate myself…

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Letters to my boys: Maleficent, the film

Dear Oli, Lu & WD I recently watched a film upon the recommendation of a friend. Here’s the thing.  I wasn’t planning on enjoying it.  I’m not an Angelina Jolie fan and I don’t enjoy dark fantasy films.  The film about the villain that cast a spell on Sleeping Beauty, the vengeful fairy that no-one…

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Who Moved my Cheese

Who Moved My Cheese?

Over the weekend, Kobus and I popped into the “Klip en Klap” market in Pretoria East.  After snatching up and amazing deal on an old-school overhead projector, we made our way to the second hand books. It was here that a book called “Who Move My Cheese” by Spencer Johnson caught my eye. After reading…

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