Tales of a Zulugal

It's never easy to grow up. Countless times when I was young when people asked how old I was - I always used to say , " I will be ... years old next year" or "I will be turning ...years old". For some reasons I was keen to reach adulthood. So much so that when playing with my sister and friends we would act like adults. Dressing up in our parents clothes, nicking food from our homes and bringing it together and cooking up a meal in an old pot in the back yard of our house - I guess that that is where I get my culinary flare from. At times we did naughty things like folding up bits of newspapers and lighting it up and pretending it was a cigarette. One time, on a rainy day, we decided to build a little mud hut right in front of my house! By the way that was my idea. Everything was underway but unfortunately my grandmother popped over for a visit and saw what we doing before the project got underway - she surely beat the daylights out of us that day! All this w...

Have you ever reached a point in your life when you have felt like it just cannot get any worse, when you feel you have reached rock bottom. Well that is the phase that I am currently going through at this present moment. Bear with me as I attempt to fill you in. Well it all begun about 4 weeks ago when I went into work one Tuesday, I worked for a concession within a Mega clothing Store in Oxford Circus. I had just come back a day before from a lovely chilled out week long break I was feeling refreshed, energised and ready to face the challenges of working in the hectic environment that I worked in. A liitle background on what I was doing at this particular job, well I was kind of in charge of the concession because I worked full time, so if anything went wronge it would all go onto my head. I I started the long day at 8:30am and had to finish at 6pm but most of the time I clocked out at 6:20-6:30pm. I don't mind hard work but working under stressful environment was what I had t...