When I was in university, I used to be consistent. Consistent in giving up. Now, stay with me. Every beginning of the year when the new year’s resolutions would roll around, I would promise myself that this would be the year of fitness.
2016 was the year of fitness. NOT.
2017 was the year of fitness. NOT.
2018 was the year of fitness. NOT.
The rapid industrialization in today’s world is causing accelerated urbanization and a high degree of environmental pollution, coupled with sedentary life style and stress has given rise to number of health problems.
No, I do not mean it in the sense of deleting one app and then leaving the others. No, I mean I went and deleted Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I did not end there; I went and deleted LinkedIn and Telegram. As though that was not enough, I went and deleted WhatsApp. l know, at this point we realize two things.
by Elzaan Nel
I’ve always been a huge fan of Italian inspired food, I mean who doesn’t like a bowl of freshly prepared pasta or a thin crust pizza with delectable toppings. I know I do! If this is the type of food that gets you salivating then you need to visit Col’Cacchio’s at the Grove Mall. We decided to spend out Sunday afternoon relaxing on their terrace soaking up the early winter sun.
Financial Literacy 104 – Activated
Jan Jooster by Leah Misika and Melisa Poulton will be hosting a fashion show and you don’t want to miss this.
Financial Literacy 103 – Savings
A group of gifted artists have come together to start a creative movement in the north…
We are the article that writes itself; we are Artists Anonymous.
By Elzaan Nel
If you’ve been following Where to eat Namibia on Instagram you would know I’m a little bit obsessed with breakfast. It is by far my favourite meal of the day, maybe due to the fact that I’m addicted to coffee. Or is it the fact that I’m such a morning person? Who knows! All I know is that nothing beats the smell of freshly made coffee, the sound bacon frying in a pan and the taste of breakfast!
I came from a place where one week after I had been paid I was fabulously broke. I mean broke enough to have to call on my savings account, broke enough to have to call daddy dearest one week before pay day and I must be frank, I was tired of living pay check to pay check. I soon became the friend you could not invite out in the middle of the month, because truth be told, I simply could not afford to attend. The invites dwindled and I became drenched in dread living day by day.