Pursuit To Happiness

A few nights back my friend and I were chatting by the roadside coming from a funeral; A car appeared in our direction with their light in high beam. I had my cycling light with and as per usual I flash motorists to flag them down to dip their headlights, so they dipped their lights and I turned down mine too, however as they encroached us they switched to high beam again and so I flashed them down again until they halted right next to my friend and I. A woman winds down her window and burst at us shouting "What are you doing? Can't you see you're blinding me? What if I swerved into a pit?" to which I calmly said "You have your headlight in high beam ma'am, I'm flashing to say dip it" this lady is not having any of it so she jumps out of her car charging and throwing tantrums on top of her lungs "Are you a car?" "Are you special?" she goes on and on saying all sorts of things and I am quiet at this point waiting on my

We rode from Gwanda to Bulawayo yesterday escorting Meli Ndlovu the cross border cyclist from Johannesburg on his 800KM+ activism ride against Drug and Substance abuse. This was not childsplay but above the hardnut parts of it it was quite the adventure! This guy is big in his own right, the idea of his initiative is good enough to endorse it without asking too many questions and wondering whatnot, I first escorted him in the yesteryear and I can attest to the fact that he really puts in his efforts. There's so much scrutiny, debates and doubts around his cycling that people miss the plot; cycling from Johannesburg to Bulawayo in two days is debatable but we've got to admit he really pulls off the lion's share of the activity, but that's not what I am going to sink myself into now. The Gwanda to Bulawayo route is a 120km stretch with an elevation rise of 950metres of mountain climbing. Now, from your floor, raise your chin up and imagine 0,9KM of height, the

Our eyes get randomly fixated on different things which indirectly reflect our hidden desires without our realization. If your desires lie in a certain car seeing someone drive one will always catch your eye, if your desires lie in establishing a romantic/intimate relationship seeing two people crossing the street holding hands and laughing in each other's faces will catch your eye. People's desires are braided and so lie in various things, and so does our eyes. If I've found the relatively common aspect in desires it is that of a deep sense of lack; desires reflect what the heart yearns for and hopes for the most, and, they are usually attainable, sometimes not directly to us.  I have grown to question the places wherewhich my eyes wander to figure out reasons which pertain to that fixation. Amongst all of my eyes' wandering places A Mother's Love proved to be interesting enough to immerse you in by writing. Interestingly, I am prone to observe women wa