The Dirty 30s.

There is something inspired about turning thirty.

Out of the very blue, it hits you. One day you simply stop giving a shit and you start to really care for yourself. This is also the time, we regret the many mistakes we made in our twenties and we start to implement the lessons we learnt, realizing somewhat slowly that these lessons are in fact wisdom in the gaining and that it was inevitable that our paths unfolded as thus. I like to describe this period as the time when one faces oneself in the mirror, the time when demons and monsters from within are confronted, the time to vanquish the skeleton in the closet and rise into the casing of your adulthood.

When I turned thirty, one of my personal goals became finding satisfaction for every decision I make. I have become very present, self-aware and wary of my surrounding. I am more selfish with my time, I focus more attention inwards, paying closer attention to healing my inner child, seeking to do this on my terms.

The thirties you see, bring with them a sense of independence and self-ownership. Nobody can tell you what to do anymore, only your mother can dare and even she would not be beyond criticism.

It is also a time that we grow very intolerant of all sorts of nonsense, even self-inflicted. Past experience and interactions, lessons learnt from the mistakes of our twenties, become almost like an armor, protecting us from most bullshit. I tended to question anything that I was needed to give my time to.

It is also a time of great self-realization. I have become very protective of my space, my energy, I am fiercely cautious with the energy I allow back into my personal space. I started to value myself more, my health and wellbeing have become a thing of priority.

In my early twenties, I could outdrink even the fattest sailor in the bar, and now in my early thirties, two glasses of wine and I’m ready to go home. A whole night of partying and I need two whole days and nights to recover. In my early twenties I could party till three and report to work at 8am. Everybody’s story is unique but mine involved a lot parties.

Simply put, the thirties becomes a time when everybody’s individuality takes center stage. A time for freeing oneself from the way others define us and playing the most important role in writing our own destiny. I like to call this time, my metamorphosis, and the time of my transformation.

I realize that for many people it is a time when they feel the pressures to get married if they weren’t already. Raising young families in an economy as tough as ours cannot be an easy thing to do. Every day I applaud my peers as I celebrate with them for making the brave decision to partner up with someone and bring a baby or two (or three) into this world.

In so many more ways, the thirties is indeed a time to have immense fun. It is a time of guilt free indulgence. After all, you can do what you want, you’re not a child, nobody’s watching you, haters can hate, and we just don’t have time to care. We’re wiser now, stepping into our roles more confidently. Making big decisions. Adulting and finding innovative ways to enjoy it.

I want for you, in as much as I want for me, even more prosperity and bliss. These are indeed very interesting times we live in.

‘Have you eaten? Umekula? Tu as mangè?’

This question, in any language, forms the single, most powerful declaration of love. Someone who asks you whether you have eaten cares that you have been nourished. For most of us this person is usually our mother. Most of the time people ask about your work, your children, your school work, your travel or business. Of course people who ask about these aspects of your life do care. But there is a depth of caring, a depth of love that is revealed by the question ‘have you eaten?’ It’s a simple question, even basic, but think about this: food is a basic human need in the Maslow’s hierarchy of human needs. So this single question goes to the essence of our being, it cuts through the layers to who we really are; beings that need care, nourishments…love.

A friend mine, after 35 years on this earth, told me he realizes he is loved whenever his housekeeper calls him from her home to ask whether he has eaten. At that moment, he is occupying his place in time knowing that he is loved. Food forms part of culture, heritage – it is part of who we are. Have you eaten declares; I love you so much to care about your most basic needs. If you want to put this to test, just be conscious of who asks you whether you


The Lion King is the latest entry into Disney’s list of live-action remakes of their classic animations. Released 25 years after the original film, the Lion King capitalizes on the nostalgia effect of the audience that first watched it as children.
With this remake, it seems Disney decided to spare no expense with a $ 260 million budget. The film features an A list cast that includes Donald Glover (Childish Gambino) as Simba, Beyoncé as Nala, Billy Eichner and Seth Rogen as Timon and Pumbaa, Chiwetel Ejiofor as Scar, John Oliver as Zazu and more high profile names. It was directed by the legendary Jon Favreau right off his work on Disney’s live-action remake of their other classic animation, The Jungle Book. The film also boasts of amazing photo-realistic graphics that could almost get confused for nature shots.
The cast does a wonderful job voicing the characters; the humor is there and the musical numbers are especially outstanding. The animation is also on point with the animals being depicted anatomically correctly down to the smallest details. This realism also makes the film perhaps a little darker. Scenes like the ones with the ever-hungry hyenas, the wildebeest stampede and the animal fight scenes are all scarier in this realistic version than they were in the more cartoonish original film.
In striving to make the film as realistic as possible, it, unfortunately, lost some of its magical touch. Scenes like when the animals form a pyramid during a musical number or the touching scene where Mufasa appears in the clouds to his son Simba in his low moment have either been removed or changed for more realistic ones, losing their charm in the process. There is something beautiful about animals swinging on tree branches or having very expressive faces that is unfortunately lost when they are made to look and behave like animals.
On its own, this is a great family movie enough to leave you impressed, happy and satisfied. However, it is not a movie that can just be judged on its own merits alone. Being a remake of such a beloved classic, this remake had a lot to live up to and unfortunately, it fails to achieve those expectations. By comparison, what this movie gains in having stunning visuals, a star cast, and the element of nostalgia, it loses in having no magic, no heart, and no element of surprise that made the first one a classic. This film will no doubt be a huge box office success, but it will definitely not be as culturally significant as the original was.
So, to watch it or not to? Well, I say watch; there is a lot to be enjoyed in this movie. But, do not go into it expecting the same spirit and magic of the first one, there is little of that here.