The ‘I WRITE’ category within the blog, is a corner in which I will share my journey as a writer with you. Every time I recall why I write or when or how I started I always re-inspire myself and regain new strength to move forward. I hope it will do the same for you too.
So when did I start…
Okay around a very young age, probably seven through to early teens, I used to have wild imagination. I would imagine stories from start to end, create characters develop the plot. My stories (in my mind) would go as far as forever and others would end sooner. I used people I knew as my characters or those I saw in the media.
However I never understood this process, I always thought that I was day-dreaming. One day I told my mother that I dream…I always dream during the day and night and I see people in my mind. My mother was so disturbed by the news that she prepared to take me to the sangoma. I was around ten or twelve years old. We went to the sangoma who surely found something wrong. Apparently I was bewitched so I really needed help. My mother was relieved after getting to the bottom of the problem. She ordered me not to day-dream. I can’t remember if I tried to suppress the flow of ideas in my mind or what after the sangoma visit.

Then I went to Greenville High School and met the craziest friends ever. One good thing though is that we loved stage drama. So in 1999 I wrote…for the first time. I wrote a drama that I had seen on stage many years before that. The drama performance went well. Then I started writing my own stories for performances. We formed a solid group performing in big cultural events in the area. During the December holidays of my matric year I wrote my first book titled Nguwe lo.
I took that passion with to tertiary. I started another group that performed at a local theatre in Springs.
And jaa as they say the rest is history…
What was journey…share with us.


Locked Out!

Locked Out

Is it possible to be locked out of your own territory? Is it possible to be locked out of your own house?

Well I am afraid, yes. It happens when one misplaces keys. And then a small boy has to sneak in through a bathroom window to get the keys from the kitchen counter. It’s a scary experience. It once happened a couple of months back, where I locked in my keys with a mind that I will return with hubby. Only to be locked out.

Sure enough it does not only happen on physical houses but on virtual homes as well. I have been locked out of my blog for weeks now, after having lost my email address logins. I could not recover the blog’s password because every time reset it get sent to the email address I cannot access. I had to prove first to WordPress that I am indeed Ondiswa Nkosi the owner of ondiswankosi.com. It was a process and I must say that I was terrified of losing my blog after such hard work and money.

Anyway I am back now, and yes it is good to be back. There are a few changes I will perform on the blog, just to revive it and give it a new look and feel. Therefore I will completely redesign it, with lively colors since well we are approaching spring. So the timing could never be better.

I will add new pages and new categories to suite the direction that I now want the blog to take. I want to grow it and to offer useful information to its readers. I have created a new group on facebook called Mzantsi Authors Publishers and Performers just to bring everyone under one roof.

Accordingly my blog will be now focusing on writing and publishing to assist authors with their projects. It is sort of taking after me…BEING AN AUTHOR AFTER ALL. I will work closely with South African publishing and producing houses to milk information and pass it on to fellow writers so that we can all have our work out there.

Brace yourself ( I have), a new journey has started.


Let’s do this!


My First Day At Work

My First Day At Work

On Sunday evening the second of July 2006, I started to feel nervous. I actually asked myself over and over if it was real. Sometimes I thought that the whole new big job thing was a lie. Like maybe when I arrive at this new big company, they would turn me back and say, they made a terrible mistake. Anyway before I slept that Sunday, I made sure that the clothing for the next big day were neatly situated. I asked Deli to polish my winter boots. I then prayed and slept. The clock rang at 4am and without hesitation as usual, I jumped up and out of bed. I turned everything on, and then returned to bed. When the water boiled I made a cup of tea, because I suddenly didn’t feel like oats anymore. So I settled for tea and traditionally baked bread as loved by us maXhosa.

As I sat down to eat, I noticed that my little-girl was awake. She didn’t utter a word, and neither did I. After tea I poured bath water into the washing basin. Then I bent towards Mbali, who was then five, and asked if she was okay. It was going to be a strenuous day for her as well at the new crèche.

She said she was hungry. The thought of warming milk and mixing corn flakes tired me. She was still going to eat properly later anyway so I figured that I must just cut bread for her, so I did. I started bathing as she sat there munching lazily on bread.

I remembered that the kettle was on for tooth brushing, when Mbali ordered me to pour her a cup of tea once the water boils – to help with the bread I suppose. Again the thought of mixing tea tired me, and again I came up with a fix. I poured her a cup of milk instead, and she gladly accepted. Then I continued with my bath.

At 05:30 I locked and tucked the key in my bag, unconsciously. I escorted Mbali to Delis’ room where I just opened the door and pushed her in. I ran out of there like lighting to catch a taxi. I saw a taxi approaching then I thanked my God for the grace. Immediately after that short prayer, the taxi u-turned before reaching me and I realized that it was leaving. The thought of being late soaked my nerves and I screamed running towards it “ndicela undimisele” (please stop it for me) to the guy climbing in. They fortunately waited for me.

As we arrived at duduza rank my next taxi to Jozi was just leaving. So I had to wait for another one, which filled up quickly thank God again. By 06:45 I was in Jozi. I asked the driver to show me the Noord taxi-rank and he gladly did. I pushed my way to the rank in an ever-busy Jozi. I asked about 2 taxis the whereabouts of taxis to Midrand. I was showed no 05.

Badness! The line was 2km long. I joined the queue interceding that God must make a way for me to arrive early. I asked for supernatural help because it was clearly impossible for me to make it. I waited, and waited, and waited, and now began to feel nervous again. Imagining my first day at work – turning to my late day at work. One taxi arrived and I thought of sitting on the tv (the hot space behind the driver). But then I thought I will go to the next one. It arrived and I sprinted to the driver’s window and asked him to squeeze me in. He said I must talk to the queue marshal. I went to him (probably a Pedi or Nigerian couldn’t tell a difference on the language at that time). He probably didn’t understand my Xhosa accent either hence he just nodded to whatever I was saying about tv. I flew inside the taxi and sat on one bum facing the commuters.  This took place at about 07:30 since I had arrived at 06:45. The next time I checked time again it was 08:10. I called Renitha the HR lady and told her that I was running late she said no problem.

I entered the office park and asked for Commercial Park and people directed me except for one lady who said she had no idea. I later saw her in HR – bekanamanga…nxaa (liar).

One security guy escorted me to reception and I asked for Renitha. Her line was busy, so I changed to Nick. He said he was coming so I sat down. Ntombi, my cousin called and I spoke to her excitedly. Fifteen minutes passed without Nick showing up. I started to panic so I called Renitha who assured me that he was on his way.

I didn’t know that Nick was the boss or the guy who interviewed me. Finally Renitha fetched me around 08:45, and escorted me upstairs to the 3rd floor. She was taking me to Nick’s office. As we entered the open plan office it was quiet. All eyes were on me, I felt nervous and an outcast in this professional place. I was fresh from college although I had been a working student at the college this was different. A lady by the name of Jean offered to show me around, which she did for less than three minutes, and then she dumped me with Sihle. The first line that Jean said was that I arrived during month-end so they won’t have time for me. I wondered why they arranged for me to resume during this so called month-end time in the first place. That was the last I saw of Jean on that morning or Nick.

Sihle welcomed me and I asked for the ladies. After that she showed me a bit of the job, which I didn’t understand. However she said it will be better if I saw someone doing it. She did an access card for me and I stayed at her desk. Sitting there and feeling helpless was boring for me as a result even her job bored me. Later a guy called pastor came around and offered to show me around and introduce me to everyone in the department of about fifty people. I jumped to the opportunity. It later proved a tedious exercise as I had to tag behind him grinning to everyone. The names were the hardest part as others sounded foreign others barbaric and still others shocking. Anyway I nodded as I pretended to be taking those names in. When the exercise was over it was thankfully time for lunch. We went and bought from their expensive canteen, however the food was not bad. After lunch I was back to my spot of boredom. I told Sihle that I can’t take it anymore, I’m bored and the job is not interesting, what else could I do. She was kind of put off and suggested I call Jean. That I did and Jean was not impressed. She was like…’well if you are bored with that job then you will be bored for the rest of your nine months contract.’ Okay, I had to swallow hard as I released that I was hired for one of the dumbest jobs in the world. Being a creative person it was hard for me to be hired to only vlookup excel spreadsheets for the whole day.

But I stayed and worked and learned…anyway they were paying me for it.

My advice, if you are a talented/creative person in some way…study towards your creativity from the beginning so that you do not find yourself seating behind a desk and blocking your creative juices while you are trying to balance debits and credits.

Be the First 2 Review This Item


A book review is a platform in which a reader may give feedback to the author and the community after they have purchased and read the book.


Reviewing is beneficial to both the author and the community. It will assist the author to learn what the readers think of the book. Also to learn how the readers understood the message of the book. Reviews are fulfilling to the author especial if their book has changed or saved lives.

The community can gain confidence is purchasing the book after positive reviews. Customers need to know what others think of the book before they purchase it. So great reviews have the power to generate new readers.


Please note that in order to review on amazon you need to have purchased an item on your account, however not necessarily the book.

  1. Visit http://www.amazon.com
  2. Search by my name: Ondiswa

  3. Choose the book you would like to review

  4. Click on ‘Be the First To Review This Item’ underneath the title

  5.  It will require your email and password, please fill in that part or signup


If reviewing on amazon fails, please review on my Facebook Author Page by clicking here 

Just type in the title of the book, and write your review underneath.


To review on this blog, please leave a comment on this post with the title of the book and a review.

Thanks for reading…please keep those reviews coming.


Please Help Me Publish My Series


Self-publishing is a breath of fresh air to all aspirant writers after surviving rejection letters from the publishing houses. Writers are often pushed to the limit of writing for their eyes only to avoid rejections. However the ability to self-publish has resurrected a lot of publishing dreams. More and more stories are written to be told to the world. It is beautiful. I have experienced the excitement and fulfillment that it brings with my three titles available to the world through amazon Below is the picture of my current self-published titles.

My Titles

However the trick for aspirant writers like me is finances to fund the writing projects. Hence I am writing this Fundraising Request. I appeal to the world to fund my publishing projects with any amount although my overall target is $5000.00. I appeal to everyone who still believes in literature, please help fund my projects. I am currently busy with a SERIES OF BOOKS  TITLED: WOMEN OF FAITH.

Book One – Before Dawn #1 (read a sample here)

Book Two – Sunrise # 2

Book Three – Yesterday Calling #3


  1. Start That Business
  2. Wipe Those Tears And Fight

  3. Various Prayers Journals

I need the funds for various publishing and advertising expenses including:

  1. Book designs, Editing & Proof-reading 2. Branding (my site, my adverts, stationery) 3. Advertising (offline, on social media and relevant sites) 4. Printing hard copies for traditional sales 5. Author promotions and tours 6. Establishing a writers group to help aspiring authors

Your assistance will help me to reach these goals and make my dreams come through. It will also assist other artists that will be reached through the group. As artists we rely on our communities who believe in us unlike traditional publishers who only want to satisfy they own interests. Thank you for reading. Please do take my project into consideration and back it. The funds are welcomed from  now until September 2015.

To donate please visit http://gogetfunding.com/project/help-me-self-publish-my-series

My books are both inspirational and fictional books.

Thank you so much.

Ondiswa Nkosi


our assistance will help me to reach these goals and make my dreams come through. It will also assist other artists that will be reached through the group. As artists we rely on our communities who believe in us unlike traditional publishers who only want to satisfy they own interests. Thank you for reading. Please do take my project into consideration and back it. My books are both inspirational and fictional books.

Thank you so much.

Ondiswa Nkosi

Before Dawn – 1st Draft

I am currently busy with a fiction drama series titled WOMEN OF FAITH book one is #BEFORE DAWN and book two will be #SUNRISE and book three will be YESTERDAY CALLING (if titles will not change upon the way). As a gift to my readers, I thought I should post a sample here. So I hope you will enjoy.

Your comments are welcome.






(It is a sunny Friday morning around 8am on the N3 freeway road from Johannesburg to Durban. CASEY a troubled woman is driving down to Durban with her eight-year old daughter BRANDY for the weekend. They are driving on a luxurious silver-gray BMW (one series) with leather seats and tinted windows. Casey, a blond heavy-smoker in her early thirties is wearing jeans, a white crop top and sunglasses. On the passenger seat is a cosmetic bag, tissues, chocolates, a pack of cigarette and a purse. Brandy is sitting at the back seat minding her own business.

XOLI a Christian public speaker is also going down on the same freeway to speak at a women’s conference in Durban. She is also travelling with her eight year-old daughter MINNIE who is sitting quietly at the back seat. Xoli is driving a silver VW GTI comfortable on her pair of jeans and sneakers. The passenger seat is stacked with business books, sweets, a laptop and a bible.  Both the ladies push their indicators and pull over at a garage in Harrismith for some rest. They mindlessly park side by side.



(steps out of the car and nearly bumps Xoli) Hey! Watch where you are going, you moron.


(looks at her startled by her foul language, decides not to retaliate) I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to…upset you (patting her shoulder).


(Shouts) Don’t touch me! You don’t know me…you know nothing about me.




(turning to her angrily) Don’t mommy me, stupid. Shut up…just shut up.


(She looks straight into her eyes and immediately sees the sadness and anger in them). Ahem! I’m Xoli and that is my daughter Minnie.

(Casey just looks at her).


The road is exhaustive hey, and the sun is just too hot.


Yeah! (Lighting a cigar)


You look stunning, where are you going?


(Gives a faint smile) Durban.


Oh! You are also going to Durban? Where about?


Aaggh! I booked us a hotel by the beach. I figured I needed a break from the busy city to clear my head. You?


I’m invited to a women’s conference as a guest-speaker. They booked me a hotel in Bluff.

(Kids are already playing hide and seek) I see. Hey, why don’t we go inside and have breakfast?


(Sad) Look eh




Xoli, I see that you are a friendly person and all that but I can’t. I’m not really a good company right now…you know I am just not in a good space.


Come on, it’s not a big deal I’m begging you (after some thought Casey nods – they amble towards the restaurant and start at the ladies)


(As they enter the coffee shop) Ladies table for four? (They nod) follow me.


Thanks. (To Casey) sorry I didn’t get your name?


Oh yes, I’m Casey, and this is my daughter Brandy.


(Handing it) here is our menu for the day. Can I bring you anything to drink?


Yes ice tea for me, and a milkshake for her (referring to Minnie).


Give me strong coffee and a milkshake. (He nods and exit) I usually drink coffee to calm my nerves and down my stress levels. If it wasn’t for Brandy I would be ordering beer.


No ways. It’s way too early for that.


I will do anything to take away my misery. Anyway enough about me and my stupid life, I see you are married?


(Flashing her ring) It’s been four years now. And you?


(Half smiles) We were happy together until I found out about her. And the sad part is that tomorrow would have been our eighth anniversary. But it’s all over now…(sobs) that’s the story of my life.


(Not sure what to do, she looks around for spectators–luckily none) Casey I’m…I’m so sorry.


(Wiping tears) No. I’m sorry to burst out like this. It’s just that I can’t contain it any longer…the hurt; the pain. You have no idea how sad it is. You know I’ve never shared this with anyone let alone a stranger. But it’s different with you, I feel like I can trust you. Besides I’m also tired of caring this alone.


You don’t have to carry it alone anymore, I head a women’s organization called Women Of Faith. We focus on helping women who have been hurt to deal with the pain and to learn to move on. From now on you will never be alone again. So what happened?


My husband broke my heart Xoli, not just once but for so many times. Apparently, he already had an affair when we got married which I discovered during our honeymoon but he denied. I chose to trust him and flush the findings away. But it emerged again about a year later and at that time I caught him red-handed. He apologized and promised to end the affair. I chose to trust him again and life continued. Then after three years the affair emerged again and that’s when he left me for her. He kicked me out of the house with our baby. Can you imagine how cruel was that?


However, he has not filed for divorce yet and I’m just too tired to run the courts cases. I just want to be left alone. It seems like everything on earth is against me. I don’t have the urge to move on anymore. However, hard as it is I do try for the sake of my child. At this point I feel like a piece of trash that happened to be on earth. Since I don’t have any peace nor any hope of ever being normal again. It’s been three years now since I left Cape Town but I still cry every night. It’s amazing how useless riches are because as rich as my family is I can’t buy myself out of this mess.


Don’t say that, you can still rise again and be happy; I know what you have been through.


(Crying uncontrollable) Nobody knows or understands the humiliation, the fear and the rejection I feel. This is the worst nightmare of my life. It’s always in my mind and in my heart. Even now as I’m going to this holiday I will be alone to relive my misery…every second of it. They say time heals but for me every anniversary is the same. It always feels like a part of me has been ripped out just yesterday. There is big sore in my heart that refuses to heal. I am a broken woman Xoli…so broken.

(at this point Xoli cannot hold her own tears)

I feel so low like I’m nothing I mean he left me for another woman. Surely there must be something wrong with me or something I didn’t do right. I have attended more than a thousand counseling sessions with professionals but nothing fills in the dark hole in my heart.


(Holding her hands) I’m sorry Casey, so sorry. However do not blame yourself about what happened. He cheated because he wanted to not because of you. If there was anything wrong with you he would have helped you to fix it and save your marriage. That’s what he would have done if he was committed. So my dear it’s not your fault.


Wow I never thought of that. All the years I blamed myself.


I know. I also blamed myself…


Who…you? Are you serious? Like now in your current marriage? Your husband also cheated?


Yes, Nathi also cheated, denied it, apologized, continued with it, apologized again, started another one – you know all of that. But I decided that it’s not the end of world. And I am proud to say that my marriage is my first and last. I’m there to stay, no divorce.


But how?


It was not easy but with the help of the Lord, I made it.


(amazed) The Lord?


Yes, the Lord Jesus. I also felt worthless, used and humiliated. I wanted out of there, I wanted a divorce.


Are you serious?


Divorce seemed as the only solution that would help me to heal. But I realized that the marriage certificate did not hurt me, as much as the divorce certificate would not heal me. My feelings my hurt was not in paper it was in me, in my heart and spirit. I needed to deal with the pain; I needed to face it so that I could be well as I am today.

(Casey is dumb-struck. Is it really possible to be free from all the negative emotions she was currently experiencing? Is there hope for her after all? She studies Xoli again and what a fine woman she is. It is hard to believe that she ever felt like her)

However it was not easy at all. There were nights that I felt defeated and alone as you are currently feeling. I sometimes wanted to avenge Nathi so that he can feel the pain he had put me through. I wanted him to admit his mistake, to acknowledge my pain and to heal me. But isn’t that one mistake that every hurting woman makes…expecting the hurter to heal her? I discovered the hard way that people can never heal our deepest hurts. When all is said and done Jesus always proves to be the perfect solution.


In my family we never considered God. So in this position I do not think that Jesus will assist me. Besides I don’t see how anything that does not make me look good or beautiful to win my husband back is going to help me.


There is a story about a woman who had an issue of blood for twelve long years. She went to all the professionals in the field and spent a lot of money but was never helped by anyone. Till one day she heard about Jesus and decided to find Him. Upon arriving where He was she made means to reach Him through the crowds. She touched the hem of His garment and immediately was cured. You don’t need makeup or plastic surgery right now you need Jesus. If He did it for me He can do it for you. Look at me now I’m invited to conferences to speak to women and help them out of the ashes because of Jesus in me.


(Casey just stares at Xoli, all this is new to her. The waiter arrives with food and sets it on the table)

Thanks waiter. I don’t know Xoli, I mean if there is a powerful and loving God why am I in such a mess. Surely He should have saved me (Xoli smiled).


Mhm! Yummy!


My favorite.

(They all chow away silently)


I don’t suppose we will have time for fruit salad.


Not at all. The journey is still long.

(They get the bill, pay it and exit)


(by the cars) Tonight the conference is at Zimbali Resort. Here are the directions and my business card. There is hope for you Casey but you still have a long way to go and a lot to learn. I hope to see you tonight.

(They get in the cars. Xoli drives off, Casey is left alone. She stares at the card which reads XOLI DLAMINI – A WOMAN OF FAITH)


Jesus Christ! (Exclaims allowed tears start to well in her eyes) if you are really there please help me (starts sobbing like a baby).


(already driving in N3 –  praying for Casey)

Lord I thank you that now you have introduced yourself to her and you have begun the work in her life. She will surely experience you and change for the better in Jesus Name. Amen.

(Casey is smiling faintly with a little hope firing up in her heart. She is also on freeway now. They both travel along listening to the radio. After a few hours Casey arrives at the hotel checks in and escorted to her room. She unpacks.)


(in their room Brandy jumps around, touching everything) Mom what is this? (No answer) Mommy, is daddy going to come here?


(angrily) Brandy your dad is not coming back. Never. Now shut up and sleep. (exit)



Opening date : 1st April 2015

Closing date : 29th May 2015



The wRite associates, in partnership with the national Department of Arts and Culture, invite South African writers to submit their work for the South African Literary Awards 2015.



The main aim of the South African Literary Awards is to pay tribute to South African writers who have distinguished themselves as groundbreaking producers and creators of literature, while it celebrates literary excellence in the depiction and sharing of South Africa’s histories, value systems and philosophies and art as inscribed and preserved in all the languages of South Africa, particularly the official languages. The awards aim to become the most prestigious and respected literary accolades in South African literature.

Selections are made from published authors whose primary input is in imaginative writing – fiction as well as creative non-fiction. The work must demonstrate good linguistic presentation, the nation’s identity, the societal values, universal truths, and cultural aesthetics, contribution to social cohesion and nation building and transcendence of time. To date, SALA has honoured one hundred and thirty three (133) recipients since its inception in 2005.


General rules

1. The work must be original

2. The submissions must follow the criteria

3. Only South African official languages are considered

4. All categories accept work in all eleven official languages

5. Nominations must be accompanied by an endorsement of the author and/or publisher

6. Ten copies of the book/publication must be submitted

7. All the submitted copies, whether successful or not, will not be returned to the submitting party

8. The judges’ decision is final and no correspondence will be entered into.

9. Work that has previously won under any category does not qualify

10. Set books are not accepted

11. Submissions sent by electronic mail (email) or facsimile (fax), will be automatically disqualified and will not be replied to.

12. Late submissions will not be accepted

Categories and criteria

1. Nadine Gordimer Short Story Award

 Only short story collections by one author will be considered

 No age restriction

Only works published in 2013 – 2014 will be accepted

2. k. Sello Duiker Memorial Literary Award

 The award is open to novels and novellas only

 Only writers aged 40 and below are eligible to enter

 Only works published in 2013 – 2014 will be accepted

3. Posthumous Literary Award

The author will be judged on his/her overall literary achievement

The profile of the author and any supporting material must be submitted

 No age restrictions

4. Lifetime Achievement Literary Award

 The author must be 60-years old or above

The author will be judged on her/his outstanding work regardless of quantity and year of publication

The profile of the author and any supporting material must be submitted

5. Literary Journalism Award

 The entrant must have made significant contribution to the promotion and development of literature through writing about and analysing South African literature

 The award includes print and electronic media

 No age restriction

6. Literary Translators Award

 Only the literary works translated by a South African on South African works of art will be considered

 All the literary genres are welcome.

 Both the original and translated copies must be submitted

 Only works published in 2013 – 2014 will be accepted

 No age restriction

7. Poetry Award

 Only collections by an individual author will be considered

Only works published in 2013– 2014 will be accepted

 No age restriction

8. First-time Published Author Award

 The award is open to all genres

 The work can be fiction or non-fiction

The author must not have published before in any genre

 Only works published in 2013– 2014 will be accepted

 No age restriction

9. Creative Non-Fiction Award

 The award is open to creative non-fiction works, i.e. biographies/autobiographies, letters, speeches and memoirs

 In the case of letters and speeches, only a collection of work published by one author will be accepted

 Only works published in 2013 – 2014 will be accepted

 No age restriction

For more information and accessing of Submission Forms, please call 011 791 3585/4102 or email: info@writeassociates.co.za or download from: www.sala.org.za

Submissions must be sent to:

The South African Literary Awards, P.O Box 1465, Randpark Ridge, 2156, or deliver at: 74 Mimosa Road, Randpark Ridge, 2165

Sindiswa Seakhoa

Project Manager – Africa Century International African Writers Conference/S.A Literary Awards

Executive Accounts Director – wRite associates

74 Mimosa Road


Tel: 011 791 3585

Fax: 086 605 3642

Email: sindiswa@writeassociates.co.za

Website: www.writeassociates.co.za

Email: info@sala.org.za

Website: www.sala.org.za

Email: info@africacenturyconference.org

Website: www.africacenturyconference.org

Writers Meet-Up


I have been writing for more than fifteen years now. While I was in high school and tertiary I established a lot of drama groups in which I wrote for and performed in. Those days developed my love for writing even more and sharpened my skills as I wrote more regularly.  I then grew up, got married and had kids. Over time I became an isolated writer, writing and publishing in my corner without any interaction with other artists.

The next thing I noticed was that I miss other writers. I miss the feel of a book club or a stage performance.  Furthermore the writer’s block happened more often compared to the active days.

Thank goodness I shared my frustrations with my editor, Anne Erikson, who referred me to The Indie Book Fair that was happening at The SunnySide Hotel in Houghton on the 20-21st of March. I attended the event and it made such a huge impact in my career. I gained more insight about the industry that I work in and I was compelled to work even harder to reach my goals. I also met great people there like:

Sindiswa from Write Associates an organisation that host Literature Awards and book clubs

Siya, a public speaker and an author of The Best Advice I Ever Got

The Host, David  from Porcupine Press

I also learned that the Write Associates host book readings every month. I had a privilege to attend the recent book reading that was held on the 28th at Newtown Museum Afrika. It was a reading of two Poetry books namely:

Mihloti yaTingana by TP Magaisa

The Turtle Dove Told Me by Thandi Sliepen


I enjoyed the book reading and was honoured to meet the authors. All these occurrences has led me to take a decision that, I will once again be social active to boost my writing career and to be motivated. I am also determined to reach out to aspiring authors to support them and assist them with their project. I will be running a book club soon at Ekurhuleni, please support it. In the meantime you can join the Facebook Club called Mzantsi Authors and Publishers.

Till next time…

Ondiswaborn to write!