Fitness selfies
Motivational posters,
Luminescent yellow walls
Blur as my eyes focus on my treadmill screen.
Just one more minute
One more rep
One more kilometre
Ten more calories
Closer to my goal.
They float around me
I float around them
Together- yet still alone.
Lost in our own worlds
Drowned by blaring earphones.
Together, we work for a common goal
To be stronger, faster and fitter than before.
Saturday, 22 April 2017
Time is no thief of mine
Ain't nobody got time for that! is what I think when somebody tells me I have to put something else on top of an already overflowing to-do list. There are only so many hours in the day and, if you work up to ten hours a day. have a social life, maintain your health, call your mom at least once in a while and text everybody back it sometimes feels like your life is a container you are constantly filling until one day it pops. You buzz around like a feral fly on ecstasy until the stress gets to you and then-- well there is no time for anything other than crying in the shower- at least that is if you are me.
The next best thing is prioritizing. So you make room for what is most important. The only problem is that it is only the things we have to do that end up getting done. I have to go to work, I have to finish that deadline. For any writer there is no greater inspiration than the last minute. The only problem with that is your long term goals tend to go to the bottom of the list. I want to be thin and healthy yet most days I decide that I just do not have time for gym today. I want to one day become a writer yet I decide today that I do not have time to write.
What I make time for is most often the things I do not truly want in my life. I make time for a job that I am not entirely happy in. I make time for negative friends who create drama and I make time for relationships that hold me back. Yes, I am only human but it makes no sense that the things I truly want and need are what gets the least attention from me.
I have decided that now is the time to change that. Instead of being inspired by a deadline I will be inspired by my goals. Instead of only dragging myself to the gym when the needle on the scale begins to rise I will try and constantly eat healthy and exercise. I will also try to change my job into something I love so the sixty hours I spend at work each weeks counts for something. Because a passionless job? Negative friends? Personal drama? Nobody has time for that.
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Tuesday, 11 April 2017
Separation must fall
Although I am a thousand miles away on some Caribbean island my home can give me more inspiration then I realize. I was heartened today to open the news and see thousands take to the streets protesting the recent cabinet reshuffling and the demotion of South Africa's economy to "junk" status. These actions have some serious repercussions for South Africa's economy. This has been the latest actions of an already unpopular president- Jacob Zuma. #Zumamustfall is a cause which all South Africans are marching behind.
It weighs on me that this is the first time I have seen South Africans band together in protest. South Africa's protest culture has done nothing but shove us in our socioeconomic and racial groups- very much like the injustices we fight against. The poor fight for poor issues. The rich only fight in their living rooms where their judgments are weapons in their own right.
The #Feesmustfall movement has been raging for the past two years as the expensive cost of tertiary education has risen in a tight job market- making the rich richer and the poor poorer. The protests kicked off last year when the cost of university fees were announced to rise by 8%. This aggravated the poor- struggling to pay their way through University with little option for a "decent" job without a degree.
South Africa's tight job market dictates applicants to have a degree as a minimum requirement which leaves any skilled job for only those able to pay the university fees, ie, the rich. So while the rich complained about the poor asking for what they thought as a "handout" they had no understanding of how a degree has become a basic necessity in South Africa's job market.
The main problem is that- because of South Africa's history of discrimination and racial segregation- rich has come to mean white and poor has come to mean black. This, coupled with a lack of transformation in post-Apartheid South Africa means the income gap has become a race gap as well.
Thus the rising cost of education is chiefly a problem for the poor, black youth in South Africa- leaving every other part of the population separate from the protests. Instead they sit on social media voicing their opinions but never motivated enough to fight the cause.
Flashback to present day. The demotion of South Africa's economy to junk status means that- not only the poor who cannot afford education are affected. Instead anybody standing in the line at a bank applying for a loan will be subjected to higher interest rates. The young, the poor, the black, the white and the middle class and the poor are all affected which is why thousands of South Africans took to the streets petitioning parliament in Johannesburg, Durban and Cape Town. I saw people who were often quiet during the fees must fall movement suddenly find their voice.
What happened? We, as human beings are supposed to have empathy yet we can only fight for our own fights. We cannot stand up for anyone else. We cannot abandon our own experiences and consider that others have issues too. Someone else is bullied on the playground and the best we can do is stand and watch- silently commenting and judging. I hope that Zuma does fall. I also hope that fees must fall is one day just as popular as fees must fall. I hope that one day separation falls and we can unite in a cause even if it is not our own.
It weighs on me that this is the first time I have seen South Africans band together in protest. South Africa's protest culture has done nothing but shove us in our socioeconomic and racial groups- very much like the injustices we fight against. The poor fight for poor issues. The rich only fight in their living rooms where their judgments are weapons in their own right.
The #Feesmustfall movement has been raging for the past two years as the expensive cost of tertiary education has risen in a tight job market- making the rich richer and the poor poorer. The protests kicked off last year when the cost of university fees were announced to rise by 8%. This aggravated the poor- struggling to pay their way through University with little option for a "decent" job without a degree.
South Africa's tight job market dictates applicants to have a degree as a minimum requirement which leaves any skilled job for only those able to pay the university fees, ie, the rich. So while the rich complained about the poor asking for what they thought as a "handout" they had no understanding of how a degree has become a basic necessity in South Africa's job market.
The main problem is that- because of South Africa's history of discrimination and racial segregation- rich has come to mean white and poor has come to mean black. This, coupled with a lack of transformation in post-Apartheid South Africa means the income gap has become a race gap as well.
Thus the rising cost of education is chiefly a problem for the poor, black youth in South Africa- leaving every other part of the population separate from the protests. Instead they sit on social media voicing their opinions but never motivated enough to fight the cause.
Flashback to present day. The demotion of South Africa's economy to junk status means that- not only the poor who cannot afford education are affected. Instead anybody standing in the line at a bank applying for a loan will be subjected to higher interest rates. The young, the poor, the black, the white and the middle class and the poor are all affected which is why thousands of South Africans took to the streets petitioning parliament in Johannesburg, Durban and Cape Town. I saw people who were often quiet during the fees must fall movement suddenly find their voice.
What happened? We, as human beings are supposed to have empathy yet we can only fight for our own fights. We cannot stand up for anyone else. We cannot abandon our own experiences and consider that others have issues too. Someone else is bullied on the playground and the best we can do is stand and watch- silently commenting and judging. I hope that Zuma does fall. I also hope that fees must fall is one day just as popular as fees must fall. I hope that one day separation falls and we can unite in a cause even if it is not our own.
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