Sunday, 10 November 2013

ISL Champions 2013

ISL CHAMPIONS 2013!!!


     Yesterday, Saturday November 9th, 2013, the Brooks Girls Varsity Soccer Team won the ISL championships against St. Paul's with a 2-0 victory. We (our team) marked history as the final whistle blew and the whole team ran with joy into the middle of the field. Joyous energy filled the crowd as we embraced each other with pride, happiness, and love. Throughout the game, we played with so much heart, desire, determination, and energy. Beautiful plays were made, the two goals that we scored were phenomenal, and it was overall one of our best games ever. 

     The last time the team (BGVS) won the ISL championship was in 2006, and the fact that my team won yesterday, on our home field, at my last home game, is truly a blessing. 

     The most meaningful moment to me was when a senior, who has been a starter on the team for the past  3 years and was out all season because of a knee injury, was sent into the game in the last two minutes. She was so happy, and it was wonderful watching her play the game she loves with the team she's so passionate about. Despite her inability to jump, and her somewhat lousy run because her knee had not been fully recovered, she was full of bliss.
My VIEW/ What the team means to me: 

     I love soccer, and I have loved soccer ever since I was  3 years old holding a soccer ball in a little striped strawberry dress that my mom bought me. Throughout my high school career, I have progressed up from JV to Varsity soccer, fell even more in love with the sport, and developed great friendships on my team. From belting out the lyrics to our favorite songs in the locker room to battling it out on the soccer field, the bond that our team shares is inseparable. We build each other up, constantly cheer each-other on, and try our best in practice. We have worked incredibly hard to get to where we are today, and all of our hard work, long practices, and infamous half-time speeches paid off. It was all worth it, and it is still hard to believe that we are the ISL champions, a goal we have had since preseason. It just goes to show that if you try your best in everything you do, your dream may be achieved  Just like mine was. I will never forget this team, the amazing memories that we have shared, the practices, the Chipotle challenge, the locker room insanity, and, of course, this unreal, unimaginable feeling. I love you guys and I wish you the best next year.
Me at the age of 3.


Representing #11 in an away game uniform.
#11 on our home field at a home game.






Wednesday, 27 February 2013


A Day in the Life of Cape Town, South Africa

The poor starving child stumbles to school
The surfer rides his old beaten board, the sound f the water crackles in his ears
as he catches a beautiful wave
The highschool-dropout wakes at dawn,
praying for life in a fearsome valley
The crazy ol' dog scavenges for food, as he races through the dirty, tin shacks
The tourist hikes up the acclaimed Table Mountain,
with a lavish Kodak hanging round his neck
The retired woman is resting on her balcony,
as she glances into the far-off horizon
The local fisherman sets sail at sunrise,
returning at night with his livewell full of bass
The newlywed couple stroll along Camps Bay,
a beach bustling with restaurants that have the best seafood in town
The native young woman prepares Pap for dinner,
on her small stove with her three other sisters
The Zulu boy plays soccer on the dirty uncut grass
with ten other kids who are all barefoot
The wealthy Afrikaaner sips wine in his estate
surrounded by vineyards stretching far into the hills
The giving teachers secretly hands new clothes to a student
The Xhosa Nanny cleans the grand empty house,
picking up toys that the children threw on the ground
The woman with HIV returns to the hospital
for a new supply of ARVs and her daily counseling session
The excited student goes clubbing on Long Street
plastered in makeup with a tight black dress
The local singer performs to a small gathered crowd
in Kirstenbosch Gardens, a stunning place booming with a variety of plant species
The middle-class mother strides down the stream
to the corner-shop, where she buys some ice cream
And when Nighttime creeps up and the stars come out,
The teenager sneaks out to attend a crazy party
The Nanny falls asleep on her cold, hard bed
with all five children in her little tin shack
The prostitute comes out, desperate for play
The retired woman rests in peace at last
The middle-class child dreams of a shiny, red pony
The hopeful policeman protects his neighbourhood
The wealthy Afrikaaner falls asleep in his suite
The smart little girl prays to God
And with that, the day comes to an end
As they are in me as much as I am in them
And together, we have produced another passing day
As I close my eyes and fly away.

Saturday, 9 February 2013



Emily Dickinson STyle Poem


It is a dark, mysterious night
And the moon provides Great Light
As Silence fills the freezing cold air
 He listens with sincere care 

I wish to leave this dreadful place
And find the joy that once filled my soul
For my heart is trapped in a devilish heaven
And nothing but emptiness runs through my veins forever.

POEM 11

Two trees are lying side-by-side
 As murderous winds go by
lifeless, dead, and still they remain
While time moves on again


One was a gift from God,

an angel sent to earth
The other was a gift from hell
a safe haven for Nahash


One was full of sin

The other full of love
but once they intertwined Above
God turned them into One


So now IT watches over us

As life goes on Oblivous
to the Unseen Eyes that guides us
Towards Life everlasting.








Monday, 27 August 2012

THE TRUTH


A rap song I wrote about the lies the world brings. It's not finished yet but this is a sample. 

I hate this world and the lies it brings
but I loved my life in the times of peace
back in the days when I was so naiive 
before the art of technology corrupted me

I used ta used ta used ta run in the fields
listenin to tracks by boston in the reals
Playin games in the sand n runnin in the streets
Playin football in the grass with the locals next to me,
 me, me...

Gettin candy from the corner store, runnin down the streets
runnin track n field reppin gold in my meets
those were the days when I didn't give a crap
bout how I look or the way I act, 
act, act....

But back to today where the world is a mess
full of distress and complete with sadness
ness, ness...

Now I see these little girls by the age of 7
slobbered in makeup actin 27
and the little boys by the age of 8
Joinin gangs and trynna play the grownup game

Everyone has turned into followers not leaders
and the leaders are really followers followin other followers

This world is a mess, mess
full of distress, stress

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Perfect Quotes That Define My Thoughts Exactly

You eat, you’re fat. You don’t eat, you’re a freak. you drink, you’re an alcoholic. You don’t drink, you’re a pussy. You read, you’re a nerd. You don’t read, you’re stupid. You tell a secret, you’re an attention seeker. You don’t tell a secret, you’re still attention seeking. You let someone in, you’re easy. You don’t let someone in, youre too uptight.You smoke, you think you’re cool. You don’t smoke, you’re a loser. You’ve had sex, you’re a slut. You haven’t had sex, you’re a frigid little bitch. You wear make up, you’re a slag. You don’t wear make up, you’re ugly. You can’t please everyone. Ever. The only thing you can do is be your self. You are beautiful in your way cus God makes no mistakes.
If you’re having relationship problems, confess to God not Facebook.
It’s better to be slapped by the truth then kissed with a lie.
If you have someone that loves you…appreciate it because every since sex came easy, love became harder to find.
Don’t be a woman that needs a man, be the woman a man needs
If you leave someone at least tell them why, because what’s more painful than being abandoned; is knowing you’re not worth an explanation.
Protect her like a daughter, love her like a wife, respect her like your mother
Place your heart in the hands of God and he will place it in the hands of a man who he believes deserves it.
Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person you want most, is the person you’re best without.
Touch her heart….not her body. Steal her attention…not her virginity. Make her smile….don’t waste her tears.
The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends

Thursday, 12 July 2012