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Ladies and gentlemen, honorable members of this app, constituencies of the art, and the house at large…
          
          Virtually standing before you is an Ultra Marathon runner and OFFICIAL finisher of the Two Oceans Marathon 2026, clocking in at 6 hours and 53 minutes. 
          
          BABY!!! What. A. Day!!!
          
          I don’t even have the vocabulary for the emotional high. There’s nothing that prepares you for that moment when you’re approaching the finish line and the crowds are screaming, the energy is electric, and then you spot YOUR people in the chaos, jumping, shouting your name and the excitement on their faces! I cried. And screamed. And I wanted to hug everyone at once. All I could hear was Hubs screaming “TIME! TIME! FINIIIIISH!”
          
          I was like oh shit, the race! Lol at that point, I was no longer running. I was sliding on my heels like a penguin. My legs were finished. But I finished!
          
          And wow… what a feeling. What an experience.
          
          I probably might never do that again in my life but I will NEVER forget it.

Few more sleepies till the marathon!!! How you feeling?

Also, my favorite thing about this week is not going to the gym and carb loading. Ah! Living the dream!

My high school maths teacher always used to say, “Maths is just common sense. If you can reason, you can calculate, and if you can calculate, you can reason.”
          
          And you know what? Truer words were never spoken! With that being said, I would just like to put it on record that we can tell your math grade by how you drive and the decisions you make on the road.
          
          Thank you, bye.

Hello, it’s mee lol
          
          So… Two Oceans is FINALLY here! My first (AND LAST) ultra marathon… I’m so excited!
          
          @Curlie_Girlie abeg, neon lights and vuvuzelas, ASSEBLIEF!
          
          Anyway, the point: after this, I’m retiring from marathons. Going back to my half marathons where life makes sense. Training for marathons is a lot and I'm over it.
          
          This means I'm going to free up some time for other things I love, such as writing and talking shit about AI.
          
          Moral of the story is better days are coming. Hang in there.
          

We’re in such an odd emotional and social era. This growing wave of young people online expressing deep resentment toward their parents for "failing" them? Comments like, “Why did you bring me here to suffer?” or, “I didn’t choose to be here and now I have to...” And while the pain behind those words is real, I feel the anger is misplaced.
          
          We can't discuss such topics in isolation, context is important. Many of our parents were raising families while carrying the weight of systems designed to break them. Colonization didn’t just take land, it disrupted identity, culture, economic stability, and generational continuity. It introduced cycles of poverty, limited access to quality education, and reshaped entire value systems. It didn’t end that long ago. The structures it built didn’t just disappear; if anything, they evolved. They’re still embedded in the opportunities available today, the wealth gaps we see, and the mental strain many families continue to carry.
          
          Our parents were navigating survival, not optimization. They were trying to build something often without the tools, language, or support systems we now take for granted. Many were doing the best they could with what they had, even if “what they had” was deeply insufficient.
          
          So when we isolate our struggles from that history, we risk turning pain into misplaced blame. It becomes easier to point fingers than to understand the full picture. But healing requires context and growth requires perspective.
          
          Yes, we are allowed to want more. But we also need to recognize that we are standing on foundations that were never meant to hold us in the first place and somehow, our parents still built something we could stand on.
          
          At the end of the day, we’re here! You can stay mad at your parents if you want to, it’s your prerogative. But if you can get on a podcast and bitch about your parents, you can also put pen to paper and change your own life. Parents won’t live forever, and you’ll still have this life to live.

Ah man, the nostalgia of Good Friday!
          
          Back then, it was a whole production… collecting my brass band uniform from the dry cleaners, making sure I had fresh stockings, new pencil heels coz block heels for what? Kitten heels for whoooooooo? Getting my hair done in neat cornrows so my hat would sit just right.
          
          I’d lay out my entire church regalia for the long weekend, every outfit planned so I wouldn’t have to think between services.
          
          My mom putting the fear of God in me about the boys at church and making it very clear that when the sun goes down, she better see my face inside that church AT ALL TIMES!!!
          
          All my friends home from varsity, the little shenanigans in between sermons… maaaaan, what a time that was!

You know what’s been humbling me over the past two days?
          
          The realization that I'm not as liberal and as detached from all these patriarchal gender norms as I thought I was.
          
          I watched my husband guide a cow out of the kraal and handle the slaughtering situation like pro, and baby...
          
          When I tell you I've never loved him more!!!
          
          When I tell you in that moment I was thinking, “yeah… I’m having his babies as soon as we get home.”
          
          And it's just like where did that even come from? It's like patriarchy said “just a little cameo” and I folded instantly??? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Do you know what’s weird?
          
          I don’t remember writing How Could We?
          
          I remember the era, but every time I go back to read it (so I can continue with the animation), I’m like what?? When??
          
          It’s like it poured out of me and completely skipped my memory.
          
          What a weird experience.
          

Also, my mother-in-law told my sister-in-law to go find her own mother-in-law and stop stressing me out in my mother-in-law's house. 
          
          And to that I say: not all heroes wear capes. We truly do live amongst legends.