My dream is no longer young, but it remains my dream; a dream I will keep at, until I actualise it. And so I dream on...

Our lives are made of different patchworks. Those different experiences — the bitter and the sweet, the long and the short — assembled together to make up the patchwork of your life.

It is amazing what love can do. It can move mountains, and heal the worst situations.

Decisions have shaped humanity over the years and continue to do to so. Every day, nations sit down to hold momentous meetings that ultimately affect them.

It all began with Lent; a season of 40 days, not counting Sundays, which begins on Ash Wednesday and ends on Holy Saturday.

You have today to dust yourself and walk with pride again, to make amends on the things you failed to do for whatever reason.

Because there is no better time to incubate your plans for the year but now. The year is still young, the mind, body and spirit still energised from the December holiday break.

The year is still fresh and many hearts are hopeful that this will indeed be a good year.

One Sunday afternoon, my family and I got stuck in the house with nothing much to do than watch television

Some years ago, I interviewed a certain lady who suffered from long term fatigue — I can’t remember the clinical term — and she would lie in bed for days on end unable to move her limbs.

Labour will only come calling when the biological process is complete.

It is always interesting to look back at life and watch how it has panned out over time.

Almost lifeless, this once vibrant woman had no strength left in her, and all she could do was occasionally lift her frail, crooked right hand when the pain from her arthritis-ridden body became unbearable.

Our thoughts and actions become programmed to a whole new set of possibilities, because we have left the distress and fear that comes with the fixation of not having enough money.

Happiness is everyone’s birthright. And so is love and good health. Tap into the universe for them.

Having been a parent for many years now, I have made a number of mistakes and also done wonderfully well in raising my two sons.

For the past two weeks, the media extensively covered the commemoration of Westgate mall terror attack. As a journalist, I must admit that it was done well.

Mothers are truly emotional beings. They cry all the time. They cry when happy and when sad. They cry even more when something bad happens to their child(ren).

Time is supposed to heal all wounds. Or so the experts will tell you. But it does not always work out that way.

Is it not sad to look back and wish you had tried?

It is rare for a tree to die. Trees, like the proverbial cat, live for countless years before they eventually die. (Cats can survive falls from high places with few, if any injuries. This gives the impression that cats return to life after sustaining fatal accidents.) That is why some trees are centuries old. And even when they die, they shoot up — to live again.

Life seems to have it that every step towards anything worthwhile requires sacrifice. Great men in history have made it clear that without a certain amount of sacrifice; nothing of importance can be achieved.

Last Saturday, the world celebrated International Women’s Day. This is a day when women are recognised for their achievements without regard to divisions — whether national, ethnic, linguistic, cultural, economic or political.

I am an arts person, and have never had reason to think otherwise. In school, I favoured the arts, and that love continues.

During my nirvana moments, which, if I am to be honest, can be far and wide between, I always feel that happiness has finally landed, and that nothing and I mean nothing, can ever come between it and me. And then, just like a wet handkerchief dries within minutes, the bliss miraculously disappears, and I find myself in that familiar labyrinth that entails looking for joy.

Interestingly, even those who seem to have the very best that life has to offer appear less happy with time, and will find something to whine about.

A close friend is expecting a baby. She has been looking forward to this, but now that it has happened, the joy that should accompany her pregnancy is missing.

The world can be a cruel place. It must be because of the craziness that surrounds everyday life; the cutthroat competition in almost all spheres of life.

A New Year is always welcome by those who have had a rough ride and want to start their life anew.

Only a handful of the people I know are comfortable with their age. Most will do anything to look and seem younger.

California aims to ‘bottle sunlight’ in energy storage push, the headline screamed. How interesting, I thought.

A life without expectations must be so unexciting, with nothing to look forward to.

Imagine taking note of the world but it turns a blind eye on you. Imagine working hard to impress and no one appreciates your presence.

My little son loves toys, which is not surprising for someone his age. In his young life, he has owned quite a large number, because whenever he sees a toy car he likes, he will insist on having it.

Over the weekend, my family and I took a drive out of town. Being a holiday, we wanted to experience something different, so we decided to try a new restaurant. We were all famished and could not wait to settle down to a good meal.