I’ve been playing Sims 3 ever since I was 13 or 14 years old. At first it was just a computer game. I bought the Sims 3 base game and the Pets expansion pack. For a long time I played with just those two versions. I would create families, mine including, with pets and obscure animals. Other times I would create individuals according to my liking: handsome men who would pursue women effortlessly and women who were driven with ambition.

At times, this would become me and other times, it was just someone. But the danger of this was that life became blurred between who I wanted to be and the realism of who I am. Perhaps this is where it started, maybe not. A person grows from a baby, to toddler, to child, to teen, to young adult. In all these phases you learn new things of yourself, of life, of who and what you are or meant to be. You change. I did, in a lot of ways.

I discovered the cheats in the Sims and now I can”t play without them. Money problems, no problem, motherlode. Relationship problems, no problem, just drag the bar to where you want it. For every thing I had a cheat and solution. No more hunger, no more tiredness, no more stress. The problem with this is that I wish, just like Harry Potter fans wish that they could go to Hogwarts, that I could control my life just like I do in Sims.

Control… The though of being Godly and in control of others lives seems so cool at first. You have the power to change and to inflect something on someone’s life. You can make them believe in their dreams or you can make them miserable. The thing is with this power comes responsibility. I struggle to control and keep my family of four, sometimes two, happy all the time. Then the thought of my God, I’m a Christian but I believe that in other religions it would be the same, who controls and has the most power of all, that gives people hope and believe, keeping most of them happy, a sense of word choice. I don’t want to be God, but I want to be the creator of something greater than me.

I used the game to escape life and my situation at home, at school, at work. I grew fond of this escape where I can control everything that happens to me, but life doesn’t work that way. That would be boring, though right?, the unexpected is perhaps the most exciting thing about life, although it isn’t pleasant all the time.

I got some other expansion packs and though it is nice to see and live another life, a different life, it is key to keep in mind the realism of your own. Do’t be blinded by power or disillusioned with life because of a game, or drugs or any other addictions or escapes you use. Live! (Easier said than done. True!) Take control. (Easier said than done. True!)

Be the person you create on Sims. Be the better you. Change if you must. Live the life you want to, because tomorrow is no promise, life is just a day-to-day and a second grant of life is unlikely. So take today as the last day of your stuck life which you don’t want to live and starting tomorrow, be the person you want to be and live the life you dream of.



Nes in daai dae – die dae toe my ma haar moes afsloop aan wittes om my en my broer ‘n lewe te gee wat sy nooit kon gehad het nie – bedien ek nou ook die Heiliges van Apartheid. Elke oggend staan ek op voor die son sy glimlag op die duistere horison kan lê, om betyds te wees vir die taxi wat sesuur by die stop wag. Vyf voor agt klop ek aan die Baas se voordeur. My skof begin agtuur. Ek verneder myself deur om daai domestic worker-uitrusting te dra – daardie een met die groen en geel blommetjies; jy ken hom, mens koop dit by Checkers vir 99. “Ja Baas” wys ek respek aan hom wat my diligeer asof ek dankbaar moet wees. “Ja Miesies” knik ek vir die ma’am wat my uittrap oor die werk wat ek die vorige keer afgeskeep het. “Maria, jy is nog nie klaar met die wasgoed nie. Hoekom nie? Dit is nie so moeilik om die goed in die masjien te sit nie.” Die Miesies se oë val op ‘n hopie stof in die hoekie van die sitkamer. “Kyk hoe half maak jy skoon.” Ek knik, instemmend, want dit is wat die norm beaam.

Ek wys respek vir die witte, maar dan word ek soos die kind behandel: moet gesien word, maar nie gehoor word nie. Dit is so. Ek sal die mat stofsuig, en dan sal hulle in die kamer gaan sit en niks doen, nee ek mag nie sê niks doen nie. As ek klaar is sal hulle ‘n ogie kom gooi met naaldwerk, die Miesies brei deesdae. Ek hang die wasgoed op. Hulle dra baie klere. En net voor ek die agterdeur oopmaak, hoor ek hulle praat. Ek bly buite, wil hulle nie steur nie. “Sy werk alweer half vandag. Sy het dit ook laasweek gedoen. Ek kan nie meer nie.” Die Miesies se stem is kwaai.

Ek dink na aan wat die Miesies gesê het, toe ek op die taxi terug huis toe ry. Hoekom kan sy nie die werk doen nie? Sy is lui. Ek weet daar is mense wat werk en so, maar sy werk nie, brei net die heeldag. Jy moet hulle huis sien. Groot, morsig en vuil. Ek moet alles doen. Die Miesies weet nie eers hoe werk die masjien nie. Sê vir my dit vat nie so lank om die goed in die masjien te sit nie, hoekom doen sy dit nie? Want die wittes is privilegded, nie almal nie, maar hulle is. Ek hoor wat hulle sê. Die swartes wil nie werk nie, soek net. Ja, ons soek net – ons soek net ‘n lewe waar die wittes vir die swartes as maid sal werk – dit is mos gelykheid, né? Ag, die politics.

Ek is ‘n meid. So sê die witte Baas vir wie ek werk.

Geskryf deur Melissa van Eeden



Geskryf deur Melissa van Eeden



staan Spore op die stasie waar hy wag

vir die trein na Johannesburg

waar hy sy drome gaan najaag

hy hoor reeds die begeleiding

van die stadsgedruis waarop hy snags

gaan neurie voordat hy verval in ‘n onderbroke slaap

van ‘n taxi se toet ‘n streekstaal wat mense

in die verbygaan klets die neonligte wat as

tydaanwysing dien vir die nag


om die draai kom hy aan gehardloop

die lokomotief wat voort storm

Spore tel sy koffer op, voel-voel

aan sy sak vir die drie klippies

sy glimlag breed getrek op sy armoedige gesig

‘n skreeuende fluit jaag die voëls uit hul neste wat nou swerm in die

blou lug met gesketsde rookwolke soos die lokomotief ‘n laaste

teug neem van die sigaret voordat die sigaretstompie

by die venster uitgesmyt word

die lokomotief skop vas teen die yster

en stop voor Spore

die deure ruk oop

niemand klim uit

Spore gee die man twee klippe voor hy in klim

die laaste klip sal hy gebruik om sy moeder te bel

as hy veilig in Johannesburg bestem


Depression suffocates our society, our youth, us. This is a thought that I found written on a crumpled paper, drowning in an overfull trash can.

I feel broken and I don’t know why. I feel suffocated by my circumstances and short of breath as my oxygen is little and my breathing haste. I long something or someone. Who or what, I don’t know. I am paralyzed – the cold made me numb. I am tired. I am –

Take me now before death comes.

SPOT(IFY) THE FEUD: lyrics hide the evident truth

The feud between the two pop singers, Katy Perry and Taylor Swift, has been heating up since Katy Perry’s appearance on James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke on 22 May 2017. Katy Perry addressed the feud between the two which started back in 2012 when Katy stole Taylor’s backup dancers for her RED-tour, as well as some lapse in communication between the two. Katy seems to lay the blame before Taylor’s feet, as she explains that she tried to smoothen things out numerous times. Katy mentions in her statement that “It was a full shutdown and then she writes a song about me…that’s how you want to deal with it? Karma!”

Karma! Sounds like Swish Swish, Perry’s new single, is written about the feud and Taylor Swift. “Karma’s not a liar, she keeps receipts”. Swish Swish is a reaction to Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood which is written about Katy and evidently be they were close in 2009 (“mad love”) to enemies and feuding in 2012 (“bad blood”). To put gasoline on this already burning fire, both singers speak about bullets in songs. Katy mentions bullets in her song, Bullet, saying “I’m a bullet and I’m headed/Straight for you heart (yeah)/Be careful what you start!/I’m a bullet and I’m headed/Straight for you heart (yeah)/It’s gonna leave a mark!”. I know that this song is intended for a boy who broke her heart as the song continues. But then again, Taylor sings in Bad Blood that “Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes/You say sorry just for show/If you live like that, you live with ghosts”. That just answers to Katy’s apologises that appears to be insincere.

I am not going to go into all the glory, or rather gory details, of the feud. On 9 June 2017, precisely on 00:00, Katy Perry’s Witness album launched worldwide. At that same time, Taylor Swift had uploaded all five her albums on Spotify, as well as opened it to Amazon Music and Pandora Premium. Her albums also trended to be on discount on iTunes. This sudden launch seemed peculiar as Swift had indifferences with Spotify in 2014 just before her launch of her pop album 1989. The launch seemed to be throwing shade on Katy’s Witness album, and ultimately fans of Katy, as well as Taylor’s called her out to be sneaky, fake and a vindictive snake. Couldn’t she launch it a week later? The official reasoning for the release is that Taylor Swift’s last album, 1989, sold 10 million copies. But it seems that that isn’t the reason for this relaunch on Spotify. It seems to be the new licensing deal between her distributor, Universal Music Group, and Spotify, and the realities of releasing music in 2017. The modern age of music is online and digital.

Regarding the feud, that spurs the moment of media, I personally think that Katy Perry opened old wounds on James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke. If she didn’t mention or emphasise this feud, the media would have left it in the ashes. But as the phoenix rises out of the ashes, Taylor came to act with music, rather than words to console. If Katy really wanted to console, she would have left this feud out of the media. Perhaps, Katy brought up the feud for attention and media, publicity. It would make sense. (New Album needs promotion. Her tour. American Idol.) Although, Taylor was vindictive and shallow, her means may be to put someone in her place. Their friendship may have been treacherous and buried with bad blood, but their feud is hot and cold as their words and actions roar upon the media’s attention.

As you know singers write about their own lives, experiences, heartache, pain and joy. Taylor is known to write her pain into her songs. Just like a breakup song, Taylor motioned her feud into songs. Katy had done the same. Let’s refer to a few examples:


  • Katy: (Ghosts) “And now you’re just a ghost/When I look back never would have known that/You could be so cold”
  • Taylor: (Bad Blood) “If you live like that, you live with ghosts (ghosts)”


  • Katy: (It takes one, to know one) “Cause’ it takes one, to know one/Congrats you’ve met your match/You think I’d lie here, heartbroken/(I’d-lie-here)/But the knife is in your back/(In-your-back)”
  • Taylor: (Revenge) “R-E-V-E-N-G-E My list of things to do this week/Jealousy, misery, gonna give you what you gave to me/Make you feel so B-A-D/Break you, make you sorry/I hope you cry getting my R-E-V-E-N-G-E”


  • Katy: (Roulette) “Playing by the rules in this game of life”
  • Taylor: (Better than Revenge) “Soon she’s gonna find/Stealing other people’s toys/On the playground won’t/Make you many friends”


  • Katy: (Not Like The Movies) “I didn’t feel the fairy-tale feeling, no./Am I a stupid girl for even dreaming that I could?/If it’s not like the movies,”
  • Taylor: (If This Was A Movie) “But if this was a movie you’d be here by now/It’s not the kind of ending you wanna see now” and (Today was a fairytale) “Today was a fairytale/You were the prince/I used to be a damsel in distress”


  • Katy: (Save as draft) “I could just throw a line to you/But I should let sleeping dogs lie ’cause I know better, baby/I write it/Erase it/Repeat it/But what good will it do/To reopen the wound/So I take a deep breath/And I save as draft”
  • Taylor: (Writing Songs About You) “I’ll keep writing songs about you/I’ve got a stack of papers so high/And it’s all about you baby/Keep thinking maybe I/Can make sense of something crazy/Something I can’t get out of my Head/I write your name I write your name/Then I tear it all to shreds”

It is evident that although these two singers are feuding, their hearts write the songs that speak similar languages to their audience. Perhaps, this feud motivates and inspires them to challenge and compete to be better artists and songwriters.

Let’s WITNESS how these two brilliant artists be FEARLESS in a world where our (Perry and Taylor) minds are in a maze spiralling into the media’s hands.




Op vandeesweek se Huisgenoot (8 Junie 2017) pryk die beeldskone gesig van die popprinses Karlien van Jaarsved met ‘n artikel in die Huisgenoot wat handel oor haar huwelik met die destydse rugbyspeler, Joe Breytenbach, haar swangerskap, haar musiekloopbaan en haar geluk.

Die artikel (geskryf deur Marisa Focheman) blyk eerlik en opreg, bevry Karlien se woorde, waardes en persoonlikheid tot ‘n “veilige” ruimte, maar nes Karlien ook voorheen al geleer het, en veral in die jare 2015/2016 ervaar het hoe die media, sosiale media en aanhangers wat niks weet nie, menings wil lug oor dinge wat hulle nie traak nie. Wat veronderstel was om ‘n mooi artikel te wees waarin Karlien vry word van al die seer, word dit toegesmeer deur aanhangers van haar eksman, die Liefling van Loftus, Derick Hougaard, wat haar slegsê oor ‘n enkele beskrywing wat sy gee vir haar en Derick se huwelik – “vasgevang en in ‘n seer plek gevoel het”.

Verslaggewing wat Derick se aanhangers rooi laat sien het was die van Channel 24 se The Juice wat daarop klem lê in die opskrif “Karlien tells Huisgenoot that she has regrets about her marriage to Derick” dat Karlien verwyte dra oor dié huwelik. Karlien praat ook van die seer wat sy ervaar het in die huwelik, dat sy met die kortstondige afstel van die troue al moes geweet het, maar dat sy gehoop dat die probleme met die huwelik sou verander. Eerlikwaar, Derick ken ook die seer. In tyd van depressie en trauma lui die vrae “wat kon ek anders gedoen het?”, “wat as…?” en die vrae neem ek aan het ook in Karlien en Derick se koppe gemaal. “Regrets” wysig op die verwyte van tyd en gebeure. Karlien verwyt die seer wat die huwelik gebring het, maar sy verwyt nie die liefde wat daaruit geblom het nie. Tog, in die Channel 24-artikel noem The Juice nes daar in die Huisgenoot staan dat Karlien nooit die tyd sou wou terug draai nie, want uit haar en Derick se huwelik het hul tweelingseuntjies, Daniël en Eliah, lewe gevind en dra sy ook hul dogtertjie, Evah, saam met haar, nes Derick. Karlien meen dat hul seuntjies vir Derick as ‘n held moet sien en dat hulle hul pa soveel as moontlik sien. Sy het al vorige artikels, onderhoude en Facebook-inskrywings genoem dat sy nie Derick in die publiek sal afmaak en slegsê nie.

Dus, lui die opskrif op Channel 24 ‘n halwe waarheid. Nes Karlien, ervaar Derick ook pyn en seer van hul mislukte huwelik. Derick het al ‘n paar keer in die Huisgenoot verskyn waar hy praat oor sy seer as pa en as man. Hy het ook al talle onderhoude aan koerante soos Beeld en Rapport toegestaan waar hy praat oor die bekende (of is dit die berugte, befaamde?) ring, skei en die kostes daaraan verbonde. Hougaard het homself ook in ‘n Facebook-inskrywing beskryf as die slagoffer wat hy blyk te wees en dat hy uit die persona van die slagoffer wil kom.

Tog, het Derick die artikel wat op Channel 24 verskyn met die pynlike, verwytende titel “Karlien tells Huisgenoot that she has regrets about her marriage to Derick” gedeel op sy persoonlike Facebook-blad. Daar is ook ‘n “support group” en blad op Facebook – Support for Derick Hougaard – waar dié ondersteuners Karlien slegsê. Karlien was in 2016 afgetakel deur die media, sosiale media en aanhangers en buitestaanders na haar en Derick se egskeiding, nuwe liefde, finansiële kwessies, tirades op sosiale media. Karlien het besluit om haar lewe privaat te hou en min, indien geen inligting oor haar private lewe met die publiek en media te deel.

Karlien meen dat haar nuwe album, Sing Vir Liefde, haar eerlikste album is. Dit is outobiografies van aard, omdat Karlien haar hart uitgestort het in liedjies soos “My kruis”, “Skop as ek lê” en “Twee huise”. Karlien is eerlik dat sy die musiekbedryf wou verlaat, maar die Here se wil gebruik nog haar stem om boodskappe oor te dra en mense aan te raak. Die media is ‘n kruis. Die woorde en kommentaar wat mens aftakel is ‘n kruis. Netso, is Maandae ook ‘n kruis vir meeste mense. Watter kruis dra jy?

Die woorde wat ek in “Support for Derick Hougaard”-kommentaarboksies gelees het, maak my skaam. Ek dink nie Derick, of Karlien, of enigiemand, verdien om sleg gesê te word nie. Menswaardigheid is tog inderdaad ‘n mensereg en dra by tot die mens wat die samelewing bou of aftakel. As jy nie iets opbouend en goed kan sê nie, sê dan liewer niks. Party mense het al geleer dat jy nie almal tevrede sal kan stel nie, maar dit gee jou nie die reg om iemand se lewe ondraaglik te maak nie. Derick meen in ‘n tweet in 2016: “Ons mors ons tyd en ons woorde. Breek af as gevolg van jou eie ego,” lui die twiet. Bou eerder mense op en wees daar vir hulle.”

“Daar is baie goeie mense in die wêreld. Moenie toelaat dat die negatiewes jou aandag aftrek en so jou vreugde steel nie.” Karlien beskryf die In Jou Skoene-program wat deur VIA geloots is, as ‘n “eye-opener” tot die goeie mense wat nie afbrekend is tot die gemeenskap en individu nie.

Derick, maak die lewe jou sportsveld, dan kan jy elke dag rugby speel met die bal wat jy met elke sukses oor die pale skop. Sien jou ondersteuners as die vol stadium. Sien die seer as die adrenalien wat inskop voor ‘n game en dat dit jou ‘n sterker man sal maak. [DERICK (TWITTER): “Every sportsman’s dream. Going out on your terms and a full stadium. The power of sport.”]

Karlien, laat die lirieke wat jy neerpen jou suiwer van die pyn, van die seer, en wees ‘n vrygees in die tyd waar geluk jou omhels met liefde.


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Did life get easier?

In my opinion, yes. Of course, life still gives you lemons… You choose to make lemonade or keep it lemons. But that’s not why I asked that question. I understand that life is hard, difficult to understand, complicated, rushed and add any adjective you want.

Lately, I have been wondering about today’s youth and society. Today’s youth, but not just the youth, but society too, has become lethargic and non-existent. Just hear me out, because you might agree with my statement.

Life is served on a silver platter – in most cases. This statement disregards any work and education. This statement regards any other subject like responsibilities, independence, effort, fame, luxuries, etc.

“If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.” – Les Brown. Today’s youth act irresponsible towards their future, dreams and their present. I am in a homeroom where most of the students are smokers and drinkers. There are two, maybe three, students who excel academically. There are about ten students who excel on various sports fields. I may be wrong, and totally surprised in a few years, but when I look at my class, I don’t really see a future with strong, independent leaders and pioneers.

I was raised to be independent. I like to work alone, by myself. I dream big. I dare to challenge my fears and my comfort zone. I work hard – harder than I should, some would say. I have heard this phrase a lot “You will come far in life. Just keeping doing what you do.”. It means a lot to me to have support and people who believe in me. Now, you may say that this phrase is fabricated and that it is given to me on a silver platter. No, I work hard, I study hard, I don’t really sleep (I like sleep and when I sleep, I sleep…zzz…), I dream of a life I want and I chase it with everything (every fear, every ambition) I have in me.

But I can’t say the same about the youth and society we live in. I came across a few examples where life seems easier for some. That is because they depend on others to achieve success. The first example is about depending on others to do your work. The second example is innovative thinking.

Example ONE: There is this girl in my business class. Let’s call her Bridgette. She already started summarizing business studies a month ago. The teacher was, is, impressed and in awe with her. She is the only student that has started studying for the exams. Wait before you applaud. What I was quick to learn was that in this past month she only summarized seventy pages (we must study 200 pages). She only summarized in two periods (in school) a day and didn’t study or summarize anything afterschool and at home. She got bored after she found herself stuck and unmotivated. She quit summarizing in class time. When I queried her, she answered that her mother would do it for her. Where is your responsibility and independence as a senior, next a varsity student?

Example TWO: We had an assignment due for dramatic arts. I always put innovative thinking and effort into my projects. A previous assignment I used the layout of a newspaper. This time I used a police file as background for my project. The drama teacher gladly welcomed my assignment. The following day, I saw the layout of my assignment, adjusted to a psychological file, in a classmate’s project. I queried it.

Through these two examples, I direct the statement I made earlier to the youth’s inability to be pioneers of a modern time.

It also became easier to be famous and seen. In an article on Elite Daily it subjects around fame nowadays. Modernised technology, social media and publications (mediums like blogging, vlogging, self-publishing) makes it easier to be seen by someone influential or even just by a retweet or a share. Don’t get me wrong. Some industries are still hard before conquering any fame. It costs a lot of effort, persistence and artistic quality. Yet, in cases like YouTube where Justin Bieber was discovered gives one a platform to be seen worldly. You can build up followers by just saying what they want to hear, and in cases don’t want to hear.

Life is served on a silver platter – in most cases. Our youth and society has become a mankind of glorious disgust and indolence. Our future is in the hands of our youth – that smokes the clouds we see (clouds that don’t bring rain, but pollution), that still depends on Mommy and Daddy rather than accepting responsibility, that is too frightened to speak their minds like Shakespeare or EE Cummings or any other pioneer in the previous centuries.

To our youth: ACT (not dramatic), but responsible, independent, innovative like pioneers that tomorrow’s youth will loop upon, graciously. “We are raising today’s children in sterile, risk-averse and highly structured environments. In so doing, we are failing to cultivate artists, pioneers and entrepreneurs, and instead cultivating a generation of children who can follow the rules in organized sports games, sit for hours in front of screens and mark bubbles on standardized tests.” – Darell Hammond.

Did life get easier?
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