Month: October 2015

Day 3 Writing 201 Poetry

Vitiligo

The colour of my skin is the tale of this spin. Black or white, brown or yellow it doesn’t really matter until it becomes patchy. I like the colour of my skin, it is what it is but it isn’t anymore. It’s brown that’s all, nothing to shout about or go to town. But now, after so long of being brown, a bit of white came into sight. I’m not vain you know and I’m not in pain, so the colour of my skin shouldn’t cause a din. But my skin is changing, it’s not what it was. It’s aging, its wrinkling, the spores are open more. An odd age spot here and there, a mark that shouldn’t be there. A mark I try to hide with my hair. There’s only one for now. There maybe more later, that can’t be covered with hair. Or maybe even this one will go.

Day 2 Writing 201 Poetry

A poem about my daughters.

Jaia Ramji

Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us

Rosy cheeks
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed

Uma Ramji

Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm

Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go

I’m never satisfied

When I have some work, I want more work.  When I have the more work I wanted, I can’t cope and don’t want so much work.  I really don’t know what I want. I don’t know whether I want a lifestyle or a career but I don’t feel like I am doing very well with either.  I don’t have the dedication to be a career driven person at the moment but I don’t want to just work to get by.  I would like to have the lifestyle of the perfect work life balance but at the moment we don’t really earn enough money to be able to do that.  Plus when I think about it, I’ve worked so hard to get here and now I do nothing substantial? Other times I think, when will I stop to take a break and enjoy my life.  Still other times, I think I’m too young to want to slow down but I can’t keep with the amount of stress involved with working so much as well as doing everything else. Continue reading “I’m never satisfied”