Mozambik Linksfield Review

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

We visited Mozambik Linksfield on Sunday. We arrived at 12h00 and by 12h30 the restaurant was full.

Mozambik offers an extensive selection of Afro-Porto cuisine and the necessary Caipirinha! Naturally I did have to check up on the Strawberry Daiquiri offering… Oh the suffering I endure! 😂 (It ✅ ed all the boxes btw.)

We shared Chicken and Prawn Rissoles for starters which I enjoyed. Crispy with plenty flavourful filling. The Prawn was my favourite.

Almost everyone had Pregos which they said was nice (like Mrs Jones down the road). I chose a garlic chicken with veggies.

The flavour of the chicken was delicious although there is work to be done amongst chickens to encourage body positivity. An extra grain for lunch won’t hurt! A plump chicken is much sexier. The veggies turned out to be the star item on my plate and I enjoyed it very much.

Clearly a popular weekend spot, it is the kind of place you can sit at for hours, chatting and eating at leisure.

Unfortunately there was none of that for me as Premier League has kicked off. #YNWA

Service was excellent, great vibe and sitting outside was a treat. I would like to give the prawns a try next time, but I’d say the food we had was good (no complaints) but also not orgasmic.

There is a huge play area to keep the kids busy, and for those of us who have moved on from such, the play area is located at a suitable distance that you don’t hear them! 🤣

I wish you enough,

Wenchy


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Guest Post : Behind the door

I have always been fascinated with doors. I find myself photographing various shapes and types of doors wherever I travel throughout South Africa. My Pinterest account has a board aptly named ‘Doors’ and on my ‘France’ and ‘Architecture’ boards, you’ll find numerous beautiful photographs from around the world featuring… you guessed it… all kinds of doors.

Some beautifully carved front doors are comfortably nestled in a blanket of soft green ivy creepers. Brightly coloured rows of striped beach houses sport crisp white doors, where shafts of late afternoon sunlight play a game of hide and seek. Stately homes parade ornate doorknockers, some inviting and others to scare away evil spirits. Doors in far-flung destinations fit neatly into architectural masterpieces where arches stretch to the stars. Other buildings have fabric doors that flap in the dusty winds.

Elizabeth Arden, founder of the well-known cosmetic house chose a red door to capture people’s attention when she opened her famous Red Door Spa on Fifth Avenue in New York City in 1910. This famous red door still stands today and became the symbol of female independence around the early 1900’s. Behind this red door, women who joined the Second World War were given lipsticks in varying shades of red to match their uniforms, to show support to their war efforts. The iconic name of Elizabeth Arden still provides confidence to women all over the world 108 years later. It all started with a single red door.

My favourite doors are the well-worn ones, held together with rusted hinges and heavy metal locks. This makes me wonder. Do these doors protect family secrets inside or keep strangers out? Or perhaps both…? If these doors could talk, what stories would they tell?

My fascination with doors, has made me think… what do these doors represent to us? Doors are part of our everyday lives. Church doors may bring consolation or conviction. Hospital doors can cause anxiety or bring relief. Doors allow us to enter and leave. The doors where we live protect us and let the sunshine in. Doors give us choices…

If I had to create my perfect door, it would be a huge wooden door, painted red and adorned with solid brass hinges and an impressive round doorknob. I would see my reflection in the brass fittings and know that no matter what the world thinks of me, I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (I might have to remind myself of this every now and again though.) I believe that I would not be afraid to confidently take hold of that beautiful round doorknob and push open my bright red door.

I wonder… what would I hope to find behind my red door? Hopefully I will find a fresh desire to live my life with newfound passion. I want to see new words tumble down from heaven in a myriad of colours, penetrating my heart and mind. Words that will set my pages alight and inspire my readers. There must be words of excellence that inspire others and make them think. And bucket loads of kindness and compassion to heal the hurts that cross my path.

What does your favourite door represent to you? What does your door look like? What is hidden behind your door? Are you hesitant to open it because you are afraid of the unknown?

I dare you to take hold of that handle that has been beckoning you for days or even years and let a new world into your life.

All right here goes… my hand is on the cool brass. My palm is sweaty. Let us see what life holds for me behind my door.

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Guest Post: Being a woman

My name is Melanie but often I can’t pronounce it so let’s stick to Miss Pretorius or Lu.

It’s no state secret that I stutter and that it gets worse when I’m nervous…and I’m nervous a lot. It’s funny that I would choose a career in the media that involves interacting with strangers and often requires interviews, the things that triggers my nervousness and therefore intensifies my stuttering. I didn’t choose it, it chose me and I’m happy. It taught me to get out of my shell, overcome my social anxieties and live my best life, be the best me I can possible be.

I’m often told I’m weird and I don’t get offended by that statement. If being my authentic self constitutes to weird, well then I’m the weirdest person around. I’m awkward, socially and otherwise and relate to animals better than to humans. I take eons to open up but when I do it’s because I trust, irrevocably. I love the colour black and feel it has a lot to do with the Greek meaning of my name, which is literally “darkness”. I’m drawn to it, like a moth to a flame; it’s my security blanket, my safe haven.

I’m often in battle with myself over insecurity issues that stems from my youth. You’d think by now I’d have a fail-safe way to overcome it but alas some of it still haunts me. I’ve been teased endlessly about my tiny frame and I’ve come to accept it with time but on some days, when you already feel low and a random stranger makes a remark, you’re sucked into that cycle of self-doubt again. I’ve learned that my strength comes from accepting my weakness and apparently caring about others’ opinions about me is one of them. I don’t lash back, oh no, I won’t stoop to their level and the art of meditation has helped me through many such battles.

Being a woman means being strong. Dealing with constant scrutiny, stereotypes and being judged by different standards than men, well it requires a lot of strength. I’ve written several posts about sexual harassment, slut shaming and now pink tax that we as women constantly have to deal with, often on a daily basis. Frankly, I don’t feel that it will ever stop so we need to arm ourselves with the necessary tools to withstand the temptation to get embroiled in fights by our male counterparts. How do we do that?

Ignore them; nothing makes people angrier than you not acknowledging their existence. Show them that you’re a better human being than they could wish to be. We have one thing that they’ll never possess, that try as they may they can’t take it away; we give life! We are your first love as we are your mother, sister, aunt and grandmother.

The strength that comes from being a woman is unlike anything you’d ever be able to acquire artificially. We love hard, even though we know pain is inevitable. We forgive often, even though the cracks will always be visible in our fragile hearts. And yes, our hearts are fragile but it’s strong, stronger than a diamond. When we give our hearts, it’s a treasure rarer than said diamond as it would be unlike anything you’ll ever possess.

I’m always open to hear new opinions, random thoughts and late night musings so let’s be weird together.


Melanie is a Lifestyle Blogger and Editor at Rhose in Bloom.

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In celebration of #WomensMonth, I open my platform to guest blogs. You are welcome to send your posts to wenchy@mweb.co.za for publication.

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#IamTheLegacy with @TheSADAG

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I have shared openly with regards to my struggle with depression and excessive anxiety during my 21 years of blogging.

In South Africa, one in three people are affected by mental health problems. I am that one.

There are 23 deaths due to suicides in South Africa every single day. 460 attempted suicides are reported every 24 hours. Imagine how high this number actually is for those of us who have never spoken up?

The South African Depression and Anxiety Group need your help to continue providing crucial support – #BeTheLegacy and help save a life :

R67 will pay for 14 key-rings with our Suicide Helpline number, to be given to Students, so that they know they can call us for help.

R100 pays for the call costs for 5 calls to our Toll Free Crisis Helpline.

R167 will pay for a Teen Suicide Prevention Speaking Book that can reach over 100 youths. These Hardcover books contain 16 pages of colorful illustrations, a celebrity narrator to listen to and text to read.

R1,670 helps train 25 Community Members in rural areas in Gauteng, Limpopo or Mpumalanga, on Depression, Treating Trauma, Starting Support Groups and learning how SADAG can further help in their community.

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I wish you enough,

Wenchy

Guest Blog Posts for Woman’s Day.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Every August I invite females active on social media to share who they are on my blog in honour of Woman’s Day.

It can be on any subject. Be it health, sexuality, infertility, relationships, careers, abuse, mental health, parenthood, human rights, etc. – as long as it is authentic.

Around 500 words with a picture that has preferably not been used online before. You are welcome to provide your social media details so that readers know how to contact you, or your business.

If this appeals to you, please mail your contributions to wenchy@mweb.co.za

I wish you enough,

Wenchy


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