In 2020 during Lockdown Lindokuhle found herself stuck in her apartment, her companion a copy of “Those who travel meet Themselves” whilst she adjusted to the lockdown like most people across the world she struggled with the uncertainty that the lockdown presented as days turned into weeks and weeks into months of the unknown. In this time, we were not allowed to travel, go to the park let alone go for a walk in our street and so she began to travel through the stories that each page represented in the book. She laughed, she cried as she travelled with each person through their setback’s losses and triumphs.
The fact that these stories were from other young black and brown people such as herself gave Lindokuhle purpose and reason to believe that she too, could take some time out to go on a trip even though she is a student. In the months that followed she saved up and found cost effective accommodation and transport for her to visit Sodwana a town she had never been to before.
You can listen to Lindokuhle here as she shares her story with us.
Her story reminds us that anything is possible as long as we put our minds to it.
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Have you ever thought of sharing your home with strangers? In an attempt to meet more and new people we opened up our home to couchsurfers from around the world. This allowed my sister and I to have the most fulfilling experience of meeting people from diverse backgrounds. In this episode we chat to Ummukulthoum Bakare, a woman whose career has taken her around the world. From working with Fifa to the olympics, she has been the sports therapist of many athletes. She shares her experience and how you can create a career that spans countires.
If you are keen to have a global career, you want to watch this video right to the end. Ummu offers advise that will help you get ahead in life.
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Facebook: Ummukulthoum Bakare
I am always intrigued by how people meet, its one of the first things I ask " so how did you meet?"
On a flight from Pietermaritzburg to Johannesburg I met a woman with the most radiant smile, I had noticed her earlier on by how she interacted with everyone; smiling, greeting, polite to all those who assisted her as she was checking in at the airport. You can tell so much about a person through how they interact with others especially those who are being of service to them. Little did I know I would be seated in the same row as her, well as they say the rest is history.
Nontuthuko Mashimane is someone you need to know if you want to inspired to live your best life possible, a runner, dietician and lover of people in this episode she and I chat about her life transforming travels that have shaped who she is. The conversation was so good that we created two episodes for you to enjoy!
She shares some great nuggets of wisdom and the greatest lesson that she learnt from the London bombings.
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36 Days into the Covid19 Lockdown in South Africa our neighbours from Lesotho remind us that we are slowly moving into winter, they have had their first snowfall already. Whilst they had the joy of playing in the snow, we found ourselves feeling the cold that accompanies this white wonderland in Johannesburg.
Lesotho with its majestic mountains, people, waterfalls and silence make for a wonderful getaway. In 2012 I found myself in Semongkong to abseil 204m (670ft) down the Maletsunyane waterfall, 50 story’s of pure ecstasy.
Lesotho left its mark in my heart , with its kind people who scale mountains as if they are walking on flat land I vowed to return to this beautiful part of the world. Whilst we wait for the lockdown to end our conversations around travel continue and this past week we chatted to the Mosotho Prince himself Zondi Tsatsi Mohlatsane the founder of Love Your Destination (LYD) Travel. He shares his story with us and take us on journey that will leave you inspired.
Today exactly 26 years ago I remember watching the news on my mothers small black and white television. I was in her room, seated on the floor watching her dress up her, in between the news snippets that showed these long snaking lines of people black and white waiting to cast their first democratic vote.
My nanny and my maternal grandmother were going to vote for the first time ever. Days had been spent on planning for this day. My grandmother was elderly and so was my nanny at this point so with a bakkie ( Pick up truck) that only seats 2 my mother was working through the logistics of getting this done. My grandmother had planned her outfit as if this was her graduation day, she asked me to wash and blow her silver grey hair and put it into plaits. This was one of my favourite things to do for her as she loved making sure her crown was in perfect condition, regardless of the fact that she always had her head covered in a colourful scarf.
I can still remember the smell of my mothers room, her reminiscing through all the trials and tribulations she withstood during apartheid. From being held at gunpoint in the 80's by the army for being one of the first black women to own and drive a car in little Ingogo, they truly believed the was a informant/runner for the ANC because how could she have a license and a car when she was black and living in the sticks?
You could tell that this day meant a lot to everyone from the immense fuss that everyone was making in preparation for the 27 of April 1994. When I opened the front door as they were leaving the sun greeted us. It was a splendid warm day for a historical moment. The elders walked out with their heads held high, a lot of sacrifice and death had taken place for them to experience this day. As they left my sister and I stood waving them off in excitement, whilst we couldn't vote we knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
In memory of this day I would like to share a video that was shot a few years ago by myself. I took my mother away for a girls weekend away to thank her for all the sacrifices and the humiliation she fought in order to raise me into adulthood. life in South Africa was certainly not easy and whilst its different now its still packed with challenges.