A catalogue of all of my recipes and short descriptions; from traditional South African recipes, to my own experiments.

You wake up at 3 am. Outside of your window, everything is still dark. This early, 3 am, has always been a strange hour in the morning. Some call it a devilish hour, when strange things happen. This hour

The words were printed on someone's shirt. "Luck is Limitless Horizons". I think it is a gym slogan, or so it looked. It was just a random scene I walked past. No real significance. But for some

I have been wanting to slow down for a while now, especially after my PhD, but it feels like things are just moving faster and faster. I was awarded a short term post-doctoral fellowship which in theory

The second day of our Kruger National Park drive started as the previous one: early morning arriving at the gate with the sun barely breaching the horizon. It was again looking like a beautiful day, one

Thinking back on the crazy year on the eve of the new year has become a normal part of ending the year off. Maybe this is because of the ingrained normalcy of thinking about life in these rigid structures

The Beginning of a New Journey We woke up early, as always. Kruger National Park vacations are always linked to getting up early in the morning. We had some precious memories already, getting ourselves

The year of opportunity I finished my honours degree this year at the University of Pretoria specialising in Afrikaans, but it was the most difficult and busiest year I have ever had. At first I was on

The journey is finally over. It is definitely bitter sweet. It is over, but not the end. It is in fact a new beginning, a new journey, or one that I am merely taking into the world, continuing what I started.

Somehow, I just managed to survive. My story is by no means unique, or different. Absolutely not. In fact, I think I might be better off than most. Either way, it felt to me like I did not really survive,

I am not going to lie. I forgot about my Hive birthday. I haven't been able to write anything in a month. I have been planning on writing something along the lines of selling my soul to the academic devil,

A question has been bothering me, burning itself into my mind from all of the thinking about it: "What even is philosophy, and who is a philosophy?" Let us begin with the seemingly simpler question,

Somehow, I managed to survive 30 or so days of academic hell. The hell is still with me, but I have a small breather in which I can now reflect on my inability to comprehend what is going on. When I first

It is not often that I write about my writings on Hive. It is even less often that I write about my life beyond what I already share. Yesterday, I told my father that if I receive the email that they want

I was asked to come back into the hallroom (or more specifically the MS Teams meeting link where I just defended my PhD). "It is with great pleasure that we can now call you Doctor..." These

I am stuck in a strange feedback loop where what goes in does not translate to what comes out, but I am addicted to this strangeness. Yet this strangeness is not alterity, difference, that which challenges

Saying no is an artform that I have not yet mastered. On a regular basis, I receive CFAs and CFPs. In academia, these are call for abstracts and call for papers, which simply are adverts for us to keep

It has been almost exactly 1520 days since I registered as a PhD student without a research proposal. I never planned to do a PhD, as I made my family promise me that they would not allow me to do a PhD

it has been a year my dear and we have seen the world but we have also come to know the smallness of our room the thoughts plastered against the wall only to fall to the floor to be sweeped up the next

In the last six or so months, I have marked about 500 examination papers or essays. (In philosophy, we mostly write essay examinations, and most of them in South Africa are take home examinations.) Besides

I did not know what I expected. But my situation is also not unique by all means. I am in fact luckier than others - but that then brings me back to the first statement: I did not know what I expected.