The older I get the more I realize

My mother, despite her flaws as with every other human being like me- gave up almost everything to raise her family in the best way possible.

I came home late last night and I was exhausted physically and emotionally from the week I had. Instead, I saw her sitting on the floor washing my laundry by hand. It’s a rare sight to see because we usually use the washing machine and most of the time (now that we’re older) we do the laundry on our own.

“You’re back so late?” She asked.

Instead of usually getting annoyed, I turned to her and noticed she had been coughing. Despite me telling her I’d wash the clothes tomorrow, she stayed up and washed them on her own because, well, stubbornness runs in the family.

Needless to say, I found my clothes ironed and hung outside my door this morning on the hangers, and I was floored.

Being a mother must have been a tough job. And sometimes, we tend to take things for granted especially when we are used to our own habits and lifestyle.

I can only say that sometimes when I think about it, I realize how much she must have given up for this household, and that I am blessed to have a mother like her.

The more busy we get, the more we forget how much they have done for us.

Thanks Mummy for everything :’)



Graduate lo #2018

Blessed beyond words for the never ending blessings of family and loved ones. I couldn’t have done any of it without them.

Two weeks into attaining my masters, I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter what qualifications you have. It could get you to the door, but to open the door…. it’s competence that gets you through it, not the paper.

Gotta say it again, may we continue to be the change we want to see in the world.

May we be leaders who advocate for social work, for the people without a voice and people who need a voice.

May we be social workers who seek to enable clients to overcome adversity, to empower them to make informed decisions and take charge of where they want to be. To always remember to never do things for them in the interest of KPIs, structural faults and statistics.

May we remember that we don’t need awards to validate our profession and career goals. But by being real enough, you will change lives through your passion and strength.

May we be the friends that are dependable to share cases on and provide an objective assessment and opinion without compromise on rising the ladder to be a friend’s boss.

May we be the coworkers turned friends that meet for lunch or dinner even after one has left an organization. Because that’s what friendship is in social work, no one really gets left behind or forgotten. An individual’s work can always be replaced by a new staff, but the way that one makes another feel would not be forgotten.

May we remember that change is often shown by examples.

May we strive to be that example.

My role model in social work used to tell me to find something I was passionate about.

She then said to me to always remember, “once a social worker, always a social worker.”

Graduate lo 🎉✨


I think I’ll truly never get the hang of adulthood. The term “adulting” has so many phases that it sometimes feels like you’re in limbo between being a teen and having much more definite responsibilities.

Writing used to be therapeutic and fun growing up. But now, having this space makes the content make me much more vulnerable in the working world. This is one of the reasons why I don’t write as much as I’d like to anymore. Perhaps one day I’ll be writing about things that matter to me on a blog without a name.

Note to self: don’t lose yourself in the midst of the chaos.