Yes, its that time of the year again when tickets go on sale for  Ganarama’s OLD SCHOOL BOOGIE.

The show runs between the 9th and 13th November this year.If you’ve never been, this is your opportunity.

See link below for more information about the show or feel free to contact me.



Maths Matters

Mathematics, Maths, Blackboard, Chalk, Chalkboard

Do all kids battle with Mathematics or just the ones I know?

I recall being at high school and switching from Maths to Business Economics(B.E.) Back then Maths Literature wasn’t a subject. I secretly changed my subject to B.E without my parents knowing.  I knew I would never manage Maths and didn’t see the logic in doing a subject that I wouldn’t need for my career path.

I suppose this is what I teach my kids as well. Their father, who is not from the world of Arts, has a very different view on this whole Maths thing. He believes that by having Maths as a subject you are keeping your options open. I personally don’t know what options if you continuously failing the subject and it makes you miserable every time you look at the cover of your book.

If Maths is not a subject that you will need in to your tertiary years,  then I don’t see the logic in doing it at high school.

So this is my take on the big picture. We are pressured at schools to do Maths regardless of what you plan on doing in the future. Parents are taught to believe that if their kids don’t do Maths they are not the brightest sparks.  When schools have subject choice  evenings,  sadly the focus is only on Maths and Science and I would like to challenge schools who do this.

The world is made up of all sorts. Not only doctors and lawyers,  although in our country these professions are considered elitist.

I wonder how boring our lives would be if we didn’t have the radio DJ who lifted our spirits in the morning before we got to work by playing the music that we enjoyed.  What about the historians who write about all the stupid things we do in this life so no one repeats it 500 years from now. Or the priest or shopkeeper.  We all have a function but Maths does not define who we are as people.

Kids are led to believe that if they don’t do Maths they are lesser beings or that their chances of a successful future is very slim.

I just wish we could stop brainwashing our kids with this rubbish.

Think about this….How many of you reading this are doing what you always set out to do? How many of you are living your dream?  Did you do Maths? Did it determine how happy or successful you are?

Maths may not be everyone’s forte  but it doesn’t make you less of a person by not doing it. There is a whole world to explore…..don’t let Maths dictate whether you get to see that world or not.

Please share your thoughts….




“Firstly, I don’t like people much” says Shane then goes on about how he gets annoyed with peoples’ shopping etiquette. He secretly wishes he could do all his shopping on Takealot. I completely get him though. How many times have you been in a queue at the supermarket and have someone breathing down your neck. You feel awkward and move slightly forward hoping that they will get the subtle message to give you some space. This move, however, is often  interpreted as an opportunity for them to move closer to you again.

I must admit I’ve come to a point where I say PLEASE BACK OFF. Okay, not in so many words because I’m generally very polite, but I do tell the person that they are in my space and kindly ask them to move back slightly.

So Shane then goes on and says: “What about when people start moving your groceries on the conveyor belt at the cashier” and we all suddenly burst into laughter. We can all relate to this. This random person behind you in the queue thinks its okay to just move your groceries along in order to make space for their items. Why do people do this? It’s like going to a public toilet and have strangers roll off some toilet paper for you so you can move along swiftly.

Worse than the conveyor belt etiquette, according to Thabiet, is something that he’s guilty of The Trolley Terror! No matter how empty or full the supermarket is, some trolley drivers just don’t keep that Safe Following Distance. They hit the Achilles tendon once, then say “sorry” and hit it again and pretend it was your fault the second time and offer no apology. You meanwhile, turnaround to glare at the culprit, wishing you could utter obscenities but are reminded that your 6 year old child is with you and you are in a public space.

Today’s lesson: “Kissing the back of someone’s neck is a very sensual thing to do….unless you now do it to a stranger in the queue at Pick n Pay” -Jokes of the Cape, Facebook

Image by Duane Hanson









Howzit my Bra?

I have this thing about womens’ breasts. Not so much about the breast, but more how the breast fits into the bra, that fits into the clothes, that ultimately help create a certain look. You’re probably thinking its a weird thing to say but I think I’m just verbalising what many other women think. Yes, yes, we already know that the men reading this also look at breasts daily, except for reasons other than mine.

We all come in different shapes and sizes, and as humans go, we’re never entirely satisfied with what we have. If its not our hair, then its a nose, or eyelashes, or something. Same goes for breasts. If its big, we want them smaller or the other way around. The fact that gravity permanently works against us is a thorn in our side. Just when you think they’re the right size (maybe pre-babies) they start moving closer to your damn knees.

I’ve discovered that the bra as we know it today, evolved from two little handkerchiefs. Tied together around the back or neck or something. HOW they thought the hankies would hold it all together, I’m not sure.  I can’t imagine that all women back then were small with small breasts.

Anyway, I’m just glad they have bigger and better now, the bra that is. In fact, they have all sorts. They have padding to help the little pears along and they have the T shirt bras for the perfect non bouncing breasts. They have firm support for the ladies that need more help moving their belongings towards the chin and then of course there’s just some seriously ugly ones for the really bigger girls which I think is so horribly unfair. Why do shops / designers do this? The ones that need and want it the most, get the least variety. You all know which ones I’m talking about. The ones that come in standard White, Black and Beige and looks a bit like the stuff our grandmothers used to wear. Except big busted women are forced to wear this regardless of whether they are 28 or 68. Sad but true.

Now the important thing to remember about bras is to wear it correctly. A good bra can either make or break the outfit.  I look at women and how their clothes look when they aren’t wearing the right bra. You can make a Gucci outfit look like Mr Price if you don’t wear the right one. Trust me on this.  I’ve seen women ,and I tell them this ALL THE TIME: ” Just because you have small breasts does NOT mean that it is okay to walk around without a bra!” I really don’t care how comfortable you think it feels, I have to look at them! And they sag, like all our breasts do and they REALLY need your SUPPORT! So please wear that bra. Imagine a 44DD set in front of you at the office and no bra. Same difference. DO NOT GO WITHOUT ONE! #BrasMustNotFall





So there I was, Constantia KloofNek, 1.9km away from my life changing event. Well that’s what he said anyway(1.9 km not the life changing bit). I don’t know what I was thinking doing this on my own. No one knew where I was going that Saturday morning. “This is South Africa Zivia, he could be a murderer or a rapist for all you know” (I heard myself saying) but not even those thoughts could make me turn the car around. I was going through with this. I was determined.

I took my first puff at the tender age of around 13 or something. In those days, smoking was popular, not like now when we understand the dangers and it’s frowned upon. I recall it was on the steps of the High school that I attended and all the cool kids were smoking (including Yusuf aka Cosy) the boy whose attention I was trying to get. They were talking and smoking,making circles with their smoke. It all looked so cool. I decided to take that first puff and OMFather!! Disgusting, coughing, eyes burning, choking on the smoke but all the while pretending that  I knew how to do this. I was…uhm….cool (I think), and that was the start of it all.

Forty has come and gone and still smoking. In your mind you believe that you can stop whenever you want to, but just try :- You’ll find that it isn’t as easy  as you imagined it in your head. So, I found myself spending countless hours a week in my toilet. Yes, my toilet, hiding from my children, although they know that I smoked , I never wanted them to see me smoke. I always felt terribly awkward just at the thought of them finding me with a cigarette in my mouth. I would hide at social events like a teenager hiding  cigarettes  from their parents but I was tired of all this. I was tired of being controlled by this damn object. I was tired of having my clothes and breath reeking of stale tobacco. I wanted to be in control of my life again. I wanted to feel healthy. I wanted more time to do other things and I wanted to stop wasting money on this habit.

I’ve always been a big fan of alternate therapies so it made sense for me to find help in this area. I started reading up on Hypnosis on the internet and stumbled across this HypNoSmoking guy that offers a Money Back Guarantee (MBG). This,  I wanted to see. The fact that he offered a MBG meant that he was confident about his technique. I needed to be too. So I arrive outside his practice in Hout Bay and I’m happy to see that there is signage outside his practice .Now I know its legit and he’s not a serial killer. Craig turns out to be a friendly guy with a lovely smile so lets see how he’s gonna do this.

He chats to me about  what I can expect  during the session and tells me that I will always be in control of the situation. So I’m thinking…”How on earth will I be in control when I’m in a deep sleep??” Anyway, he then explains that I will be able to hear him even in my “very relaxed Alpha state” which I’m seriously doubting but nod and smile anyway. He’s been chatting for more than an hour now and although the information he’s giving me is really useful, I’m secretly wishing that he would just get on with the hypnosis so that I can be “fixed again”. I want this over with now so that I can see the end result.

He reclines my comfortable seat and covers me with a light shawl. I like this. Mmmmmmm, “I’m gonna have a nice sleep now” I’m thinking…. NOT !!! He takes me to that relaxed state but I can still hear him. Why don’t I fall asleep? Why can I hear everything that he is saying? HOW ON EARTH IS THIS GOING TO  WORK??? Even with all these thoughts going through my head, I still try to concentrate on the instructions he’s giving me. No easy task, since there are MANY voices just talking over each other in my head right now. But I continue to breathe and listen.( Did I mention this wasn’t easy?) (…well I’m saying it again..)

Then finally my eyes are open and its all over. Craig goes to his drawer, takes out a box of my brand of cigarettes and offers me one. This is the test Zivia. I burst into tears because I feel like I can still take that cigarette and light it this minute! “I guess it didn’t work for me”, I’m thinking, still in tears listening to Craig tell me that ” its going to be okay, trust me”.

I thought this was going to be easy. I would  fall asleep, he would “reprogram” me and it would be a done deal. I just needed to be a willing participant . Sadly this was not the case but 8 days on and I still haven’t touched a cigarette.  I’ve been in the company of smokers, been stressed out and even been bored (all the excuses smokers normally use) but haven’t ventured to the toilet to have that cigarette. Whatever you did Craig,  has worked so far. I’m thrilled that I will soon be classified as a non smoker (especially when I announce to Discovery and earn those Vitality points). But seriously, I’m amazed. I can’t explain exactly how it works, but it does. So to all the critics out there, all I can say is that I guess as with most things in life, sometimes it works and occasionally it doesn’t. I’m just glad that it worked for me.















Welcome to my world.

So, this is officially my first post. Let me start off by thanking Shane Moses, a colleague of mine who first planted this very seed of blogging in my head. One day he said to me….”Zivia….you always have so much to say….why don’t you start your own blog” well I think that’s how he said it anyway..If I think about it now…I’m not sure if he was just joking with me or not. …

Anyway. ..here I am on my first blog with nothing specific to talk about, but thrilled out of my mind about the many things I would eventually like to say..

For now…let me share…..I’m a 40+ mother of four crazy kids. (They claim that I’m the crazy one) living with my husband, mother and the Indian ring neck , Annie…oh, and of course there’s Eripa…she’s my domestic and my right hand man/woman….

I’m not sure whether my teenage sons would approve…but I promise to keep the posts as clean as possible….

I think what inspired me most to start this blog was the need for people to be brutally honest with each other. Every day we enter different arenas of our lives where we need to behave in a certain manner and we have to go through every day not speaking our minds but rather saying what we believe others want to hear.

I try to break this habit every day (as soon as I get to work…..). I think that the real intention of this blog is to speak about relevant issues…calmly…but honestly….without the fear of being judged by anyone…to be able to talk about things that affect us all without offending anyone in the process either….

Maybe I’ll add a bit of Cape flavour and chat about local industries and how much they impact on our daily lives…lets just see where this goes.

So watch this space…..