Life and Living with Kare

When I was five, my father and my mom separated. My father was always on the move, leaving my sisters and me in the care of women who were not our mother, but we had to call them mom, and looking back, they didn't deserve that name. You see, that name is earned just like trust. Like we say, any man can be a father, but not every father is a dad; it's the same way any woman can be a mother, but it takes a special kind of woman to be a mom.  From that tender age, I knew how they treated us wasn't right, so I promised myself if I ever got to their position, I would do better. It probably won't be easy, but I would try; I would try to constantly remind myself that I am the adult and I should be the bigger person. I would be more kind and more understanding. I would give them the grace they deserve as kids. I wouldn't make it seem like a competition between them and me for their dad's love and attention cause, to be honest, in my opinion, the kind of love they need f...

 It's too late,  And it's tragic, I won’t feel your magic, no, Out of sight, out of mind, Out of touch with, the one I love, How do I say I'm sorry? How do I get more time? How do I say I love you? Maybe in another life. This is a chorus from Spesihle, a song by Thabsie, a female artist from South Africa. I heard this song a few weeks back and I just fell in love with it. It has an amazing rhythm and the words are just perfect. The song is generally about loose. Thabsie, through words, expresses the pain and anguish of losing a person you love and care about, either through death or a breakup. When I first heard the song I was at a happy place in my life, I had found love after a long while. You know that first phase of a romantic relationship, where everything is perfect and somehow your senses are puff, gone, yes that one I was there. A beautiful high, I can still feel some goosebumps when I remember our first date, it was magical and intense for me. At that moment nothin...