In the footsteps of self-help torchbearers who lit the way, I won’t disappoint

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

I’ll leave you in the dark, just as they did — only I won’t charge you thousands of dollars to learn nothing. I’m offering it for free!

People assume because I’m a septuagenarian, I know more about life than most people.

They’re correct.

86% of the global population is younger than I, so they still have a pile of poop to wade through before they understand they know nothing.

My grey hair and new specs give credence to my image as an elder ready to dispense wisdom to the teeming asses.

Now I’ve handled my personal branding. Let’s move on.


Growing your tresses can be stressful — but I won’t give up

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

I want my hair to flow like a river
Stream over my shoulders
A natural caress of tresses
As the wind curls and

No more short, sharp,
Shiftless days with no blow-drying
Rectangular face
Exposed to the morning light

I yearn for longer hair
A perilous journey to reach there
The end is months away

Today my fringe covers my eyes
The lies, disguised by careless
Flicks of locks
Revise the story,
Dream of glory

No thunderous applause
As bands of strands
Go their own way
A cacophony of long, short and
In-between heralds
Dark days ahead


GiaB writing prompt #2–2 time

(Image by Anne & Saturnino Miranda from Pixabay)

Dear clock
Why do you race ahead of me?
I learned to read you as a child
With no idea of when or where
Your hands would take me

Your numbers one to twelve
Toll the bells of seconds
Midday, midnight,
Mark the march of minutes
While regiments of hours
Form a phalanx
Ready to defend their rigid rules

Meanwhile we human fools
Acquiesce and bless the days and nights
Or curse their passing
Caught up in this abstract concept
Invisible, intangible, infuriating

I shall kill Time
Tear up the calendar
Remove my watch
Flow with the seasons
Gather good…


An irreverent look at my arthritic hands because I’d rather laugh than lament

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We can’t change the past. We can’t reverse our biological clocks. But we can shift our perspective.

I believe my early years of typing plus a family history of arthritis contributed to my digits curling like old branches in the wind. Two remain straight and stubborn, reluctant to submit to the inevitability of being cancelled if they don’t bend their ways.

I held on to my guitar for two years after losing the flexibility in my fingers to shape the chords, strum, or pick a rhythm.

But weep not. I sold it for a timely sum on my birthday two…


Fifty World Challenge #53: Childish

Image by Ralf Bitzer from Pixabay

Apparently, a woman who plays with dolls is childish.

I despised dolls as a kid.

Anything that smacked of feminine was anathema to me thanks to my glamorous mother who wasn’t built for parenthood.

Guess I was grown up before I grew up.

So, I’m playing with childish things now.

I couldn’t resist including a Sam Smith song:

Thank you for being here.

Melissa R. Mendelson is carrying the can for this week’s prompt:

In the spirit of self-promotion, I include links to previous works o fart published here. (The error is intentional.)


Thrifty Words 100 Challenge #31: Numbers

Image by Gerd Altman from Pixabay

I have zero tolerance for people who leave things to the eleventh hour. You were already six ways to Sunday when you asked for help. I suppose being a four-eyes creates expectations in others; you assume I’ll happily give away my two cents worth.

BTW — how many pieces of eight are you offering?

Whaaa..? I’m on cloud nine!

Here’s a question: If there’s a fifth column, who’s the enemy?

Aw c’mon, I’m hanging ten today. Why the third degree?

(Here, the characters go back to square one. We still haven’t figured out who’s the protagonist and who the numerologist.)

Declaration of Intent

Poetry prompt: Illusions

Image by Alain GENERAL from Pixabay

Sensory input
The only port of entry
For memories to form
Filtered by a lifetime of events
And experiences

Brain is the customs officer
Checking sight, sound, touch,
Taste and aroma
Making split-second decisions
Based on the past
Trained to fast-track
Only that which has something
New to declare
Discarding surplus goods

Imagination fills the blanks
In our memory banks
When the picture is incomplete
Our brains make up stuff
Off the cuff

What you think you saw
Or heard
Or touched
Or smelled
Sounds absurd

May be an illusion!


A research study in the UK, published in 2018 in…


Fifty Word Challenge #51: Procrastination

You can’t waste something that doesn’t exist! (Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay)

Folks cry I get nothing done (talkin’ ‘bout procrastination)
Just because I fart around (talkin’ ‘bout procrastination)
Things I do go awful slow (talkin’ ‘bout procrastination)
At least I try, I’m getting old (talkin’ ‘bout procrastination)

Love hesitation
Work short duration
Today vacation
With no frustration
My fav’rite sensation


The morning after I discovered Melissa R. Mendelson’s prompt, the song My Generation by The Who (don’t ask if you’re not a Baby Boomer) whirled around my head. As it rhymes with procrastination, I spent time (an alien concept) writing a parody.

I’ve been busy having fun — that’s the…

Politics/South Africa

What happened in July — the violence and looting — is a wake-up call

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

Civil unrest erupted on July 12 after the jailing of ex-President Jacob Zuma for contempt by the Constitutional Court — the highest judicial body in the country.

Zuma had refused to appear at the Zondo Commission unless Judge Zondo recused himself, stating without facts to back up his argument that Zondo was biased against him. The judge denied Zuma’s application for recusal, after which the ex-President walked out of the Commission. He never returned despite being issued a summons to appear.

The uprising in two of the country’s 9 provinces, KwaZulu-Natal, and Gauteng — the economic hubs of the country…

Caroline de Braganza

Wise Old Woman (WOW). Forever curious. Emotional Health, Self, Politics, Society, Spirit and Music. Essayist, Poet, Humorist.

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