Today is the 9th of August, marking national Women’s Day on the calendars of Southh Africans. This day has actually been declared as a public holiday to comemorate an incident that occurred a few decades ago when women of all races went to the Union building in Pretoria to protest against the unjust laws of the “Apartheid regime” as so many people who are either ignorant or in denial of the recent numerous racially motivated crimes committed all over South Africa on a day-to-day basis like to refer to the pre-1994 government …

What is significant for me as a White South African about this day, is that the historical event that led to its official observance as a public holiday serves as proof that all women, regardless of race, belief, cultural background, and conviction, can stand together and without the help and support of men, to fight against injustice, such as laws that generate division, resentment, hatred, and bitterness. Women are able to show to the world that it is possible and doable to fight without using force or violence if they put their minds to it.

It reinforces the belief I’ve been holding for such a long time that women are meant

to bind and hold together that which has been entrusted to them and their people, namely relationships and the sense of community and identity;
to mend what has been broken down over many years by man’s prejudiced and unfounded assumptions and presumptions; and
to rebuild and restore the secure walls and boundaries of their habitation
in a way men can’t.

So today, I feel grateful and proud to be a woman despite all the messy and/or complicated stuff that comes with womanhood. I’m also proud to have been born in South Africa despite my vulnerability as a visually impaired person and the fact that I often feel resentment toward people who assume certain things about me without knowing me just because I’m white and Afrikaans. I am even proud of the fact that I am white, because the presence of the white women among those who protested in those days is proof that not all whites are racists …



Today is the eightth day of August already — the month that’s supposed to be Women’s month in South Africa, and the second most special month of the year for me,despite being the last month in the winter of the Southern hemisphere. The most special month of the year for me will depend on the month during which Lent and Easter is observed.

One of the reasons that makes August so special is that it is the birthday month of both my husband and myself. Our birthdays are exactly two weeks apart. We always joke about it, because it is only during that period when there seems to be an age difference of two years between us, although the truth is that the exact age gap between us is one year and two weeks …

Except for that, the entire month of August is observed as Women’s month in South Africa, and the 9th of August is also a public holiday here.

The first week of August marks international breastfeeding awareness week — a week set apart to encourage and promote breastfeeding-something about which I am very passionate.

With everything that’s going on in August, I often become thrilled and maybe unnecessarily excited about the thought that I was born during the first week of August (during international breastfeeding awareness week) and the month of women. For some reason, it makes me feel privileged, feminine, beautiful, and most of all, destined for things so great and awesome that they are beyond what I can think or imagine …

If August is of such great significance to me then, why didn’t I start posting about my journey as a woman or the things that concern women at the start of the month already? Why am I only starting to post in this blog today?

In short, the answer to this question is simply this: I screwed up big time! That’s all. Nothing more; nothing less. But that’s what happens when one keeps on postponing …

Or wait, maybe I’m really not such a devil after all, because I kept on postponing to write in here as I had things on my mind that enjoy a higher priority than blogging right now, such as attending to and organising for our relocation from one town in a certain povince in South Africa to another province.

When I had time to blog last week, I constantly battled to stay focused as my head felt thick and sore, especially from Wednesday to Friday of last week while I had access to the internet. Heck, thanks to that, I literally had a snotty birthday and I slept through the better part of my birthday because I just couldn’t concentrate.

When my husband took me out to celebrate it, I struggled to hold my tongue. It was very hard for me not to complain about that all-too-familiar way my body ached to warn that I’m having a very bad case of the flu. If it wasn’t for the phonecalls I got after we went home that night, I would’ve gone to bed immediately upon our arrival, but shame, my folks didn’t know, and I really didn’t mind that they were calling me. They meant well.

But anyway, that was why I didn’t get to blogging last week. But I already drafted and completed tomorrow’s entry for this blog seeing that tomorrow is National Women’s Day in South Africa.

So, to those of you living in a part of the world where it’s morning, have a nice day. If it’s in the afternoon where you are,good afternoon. To those of us who will be going to bed shortly, goodnight.