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A short simple farewell message to the year 2010. This year has been very eventful for me. In it, I have witnessed a steep learning curve and an even steeper growth curve (well, maybe not physically!), It's a year where I started a race which I am still running strongly, a year when I started exceeding limits and breaking boundaries- all for a good cause. It's a year where I met some amazing people and formed stronger relationships with those that had already been in my life. It's a year where I overcame fears and witnessed the power of faith, A year where I influenced more lives positively- even unintentionally at times. It's been a year of good fun, unleashing the youth that I had locked in in my attempt to appear mature. It's a year where many wishes came true and one where I truly realised that if you work towards the 'impossible', you will get it. It has been a year filled with love, hope and faith. Most of all, it's been a year of buildi

Today is Thursday. I'm dreading the night mainly because of the aftermath- a very messy kitchen, quite smelly corridors and grumpy cleaners. My first semester of Uni, I must say, wasn't at all what I had anticipated. I remember coaching myself mentally, preparing for the hard times to come, having an escape plan in case of a metaphoric fire and a Plan B if that didn’t work. Anyway, as it happened, my plan B wasn't well premeditated, lacking enough detail to guide me through smoky situations. All it had inscribed on it was “RUN”. Thursday nights are Mercy Nights- when students get free entry into an over-hyped nightclub. As that isn’t my cup of tea, I tend to stay indoors, watching a movie or trying to catch up with work- the latter being more frequent. The reason I dread these nights is because my flatmates have a pre-party, a chaotic one, where over 10 people squeeze into our kitchen, blast the music through the roof and scream at the top of their lungs in chants for Ke

I had written this poem a while ago, and tucked it away. A few weeks later, I heard the song ‘Purple’ by Donnie McClurkin and I was amazed by their coherence. Do listen to the song and enjoy. The colour of a heart slowly cut off from its oxygen source of a red flame dying, turning blue That Colour Purple,  when I'm cut off from You Shades of complacency as vibrance seeps away Purple are my scars, from wounds of conformity Squeezed in a box that was too little for me  the colour of my skin so deprived, From the breezy breath of life Sealed in that little box that caves me in ~o~  I am by the lake in the cold winter morn, treading softly on leaves so thirsty They had been battered by dreary November, And seemed a representation of my person I have found it so hard to let go To let God take control Purple were the gloves I wore that day   When You wiped away tears with my hands,   fears crushed in Your hands And then, You whispered gently with the breeze That You were right beside