You know the running joke — a woman’s bag is a never ending pit of the random things she has accumulated, but didn’t get around to emptying out? Well.. I like to think of our beings {mind, body and spirit} as a bag we store and give out from. And…

“As a young woman raised in a sheltered African home, with strict curfews and stern warnings to avoid boys and bury my head in my books, I have mastered the art of seclusion” Today’s post is an extension of my mind at hours when I ponder on life and fulfilment…