– Her disbelief was palpable. Having just arrived at Chapman’s Peak view point, overlooking the vast ocean, her four year old eyes and mind were clearly and completely dumbfounded.
– Ndu Donsa, my colleague and friend, nailing it on the head as he always does. I’ve loved working alongside this guy, even though he keeps his earphones on all day and never talks to me. Check him out on Twitter and Slikour On Life where he gives his (epic and valid) opinion on Urban music and culture (hence the earphones).
– Marion Seignan, the woman with a way of saying it like it is.
He was one of the founders of First Thursdays – the one responsible for those epic maps we should all have attached to our fridges.
As he spoke, you could tell that he was more than in love with what he was doing. I felt that warm thrill of inspiration fly up my spine.
Granted, it’s easier to say when the concept you started has completely taken off and you have a bit of perspective. But, nonetheless, it was good to know that they were also once confronted with that, “what am I even doing with my life?” feeling.
Wise words from a wise guy.
Gosh (yes, that’s his name) is the coffee barista at Flat Mountain Roasters and he’s been nominated by Cosmopolitan South Africa as one of South Africa’s Hottest Baristas. As you can tell from his words, he’s as great on the inside as he is outside. Do us a favour and head over here and vote for him by typing in “Gosh” under the candidate section. All votes appreciated.
We were flying around a sharp corner. That last part of Chapman’s Peak right where it turns into Hout Bay. It’s difficult to hear anything except adrenalin pumping through your veins at that point, but this one-liner from a passing cyclist stood out.
We hear it said all the time, “South Africa is one of the most beautiful places in the world.” And it’s true. But to really pack the punch, I think next time I hear it I’ll be following up with this one-liner, “Yup, this is God’s country.”
We were cramped up in the kitchen at work – where I overhear a plethora of conversations on a daily basis. Surprisingly this is the first one I’ve actually documented. Probably because it perfectly articulated what I’ve been feeling of late. How is it that work does this to you? Or is it just a case of getting older? Either way, I’m determined not to let it be a permanent thing. Life’s too short for that.