Nocturnal Wenchy

African Hips Don't Lie

​Into The Woods Again

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Thrilled to check in with my friend Wentzel,  with a guest post! Although we have never met in person,  this young man share a knowing of life at 3am. I’ve grown to love this boy. #wenchyskids

I hope Wentzel will become a monthly guest,  at very least?  💜

I wish you enough,



It’s a new year. But I suppose you know that.

What can I say? Generally this is seen as a good time. A happy time. New beginnings and all that. But I would like to think that we as people have grown enough to know that this notion is not necessarily true. It can also be quite scary. Let us be honest. We are entering the dawn of the Trump presidency. That’s enough to make me want to build an underground shelter for when all hell breaks loose. The idea that a new calendar is going to make things better is a little dumb. I made that mistake last year. I didn’t think that it could possibly be any worse than 2015, but 2016 ended up being one of the worst years of my life. As long as you’re alive things can get worse. They really can.

When Madame Wench said that she was opening up for New Years guest blog posts I knew that I wanted to write one. I was pleasantly surprised by the reaction to the last time I wrote for her and I guess that I wanted a little more attention from you guys. The thing is, I’m not really one for New Year’s Resolutions. As you might have guessed by now, I’m quite a pessimistic bastard. That said, I wanted to try in any case.

I thought about it, and I have four main resolutions, or perhaps dreams rather, for 2017:

1. To be more romantic. 2016 wasn’t all bad. In late December, I met a wonderful man who seems to be occupying my thoughts more often than not. This is all very new for me. I’ve never really been in a solid relationship. It’s as exciting as it is terrifying. I look forward to experiencing life with someone there next to me.

2. To make more art. Last year very almost crushed my love for acting, but I’ve had some time to think about it. Theatre is the great love of my life. To walk away from it at the age of 25 would be absolutely stupid. After watching Meryl Streep’s speech at the Golden Globes I was once again reminded of how important the work actors do can be. So, I’ll keep auditioning and I’ll keep performing, come hell or high water.

3. To fucking study further. My reason for using an expletive here is because Unisa is making it so bloody difficult for me to be accepted, despite the fact that I have everything I need to study there and more. But I won’t give up. I want my B.A. in English and Linguistics and they will accept me one way or another.

And lastly…

4. TO BREATHE. We can only control so much of our future. Good and bad things happen, and they don’t ask permission. They just happen. We can only deal with them once they occur. I’ve spent so much time worrying about the future. I’m tired of that. I’m letting it go. You should too.

“The way is dark. The light is dim. But now there’s you, me, her, and him. The chances look small. The choices look grim. But everything you learn there will help when you return there… Into the woods you go again. You have to every now and then. Into the woods, no telling when. Be ready for the journey.” ~ Stephen Sondheim

2016 took my hair with it.

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Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.

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