Fish falling from the sky.

I wonder if this is the same as the saying, “its raining cats & dogs”…

Because if it is….well then, we’ll survive, it never happens! I wonder though what it would feel like if it actually did rain cats and dogs, dam heavy on the head I tell ya. Or if fish did fall from the sky, one I would reek of the stench and two the ground would be rather slippery to walk on…that would be hilarious J

I am really starting to think that it’s a saying (excuse my ignorance, its late in the day)…you know, like me saying “That’ll be the day, when fish fall from the sky”…you know when you were little and you ask your mom to buy you these really expensive shoes, and she shrugs her shoulders and says, “That’ll be the day”….that’s what I mean! Dam, did I get scared when my mom said that’s saying…cause followed shortly to that was, “Over my dead body”, and once that was said, you are now entering a losing battle!

Here’s to new beginnings…

So, I have left the wonderful-wacky world of cricket and entered into a new one, one I have been waiting for, for a very long time.

I have entered into the world of rugby! Super rugby, currie cup rugby, Vodacom cup rugby…ok I’ll stop now. This is it!

About 5 years ago, I was sitting with family at Newlands watching rugby, like we do every Saturday, when I saw this woman come out behind the players out the tunnel, I looked at my mom and said, “One day, I’m going to be here”…and my mom, being the wonderful, loving, caring woman she is, looked at me and said, “You will my child, I believe in you”

And low and behold today, I have gotten that job, yes that woman’s job. I was in awe when I got the call, thinking to myself, “Leila, you made it, you did it”…it was one of those moments when you ever so proud of yourself you know.

It doesn’t stop here though, all I’m saying is, I had a dream. I came, I saw and I conquered it. From here on, there is only way one, and that is FORWARD!

What is the colour of the wind?

The colour of the wind to me, are different colours everyday or whenever the wind blows. Sometimes I know that when I’m walking…gushing knots of wind is right behind me, and in that instance the colour is RED.

Then there are the days when my wind is pink, pink for love. When I have had a great evening with my beloved and still feeling ever so, well, pink!

Then there’s my daughter, her colour of the wind is yellow….yellow because she’s always happy, and playful and smiling and I believe that her wind is what she carries with her.

Right, then there is “normal” wind, that Cape Town south eastern wind, the wind that when you decide to wear a skirt to work, rushes up past you, and before you know it, your undies are exposed to the world.  That wind my friends, is brown. Brown with dirt and pure irritation!

Seriously, have you experienced that “brown” wind hitting you on the highway, not to mention if you driving like a Chevy Spark or even a tazz for that matter…your life depends on the direction of the wind. Hahaha, sometimes I crack myself up*

If I were the boss?

Many a times we find ourselves thinking constantly about this…of ways and means we would change certain things if we were the boss! But when posed this question, we actually have to either think about this strategically or let’s say, practically. Every part of my body, mind and soul wants to think of it practically and say, let’s make half day Fridays, casual day Mondays and so I could continue until everyday had a theme. But, back to reality, if I were the boss I would change things strategically.

I would start from the top, installing a better corporate culture. Making employees speak to one another be it on a personal level or a strictly business level. I believe that organisations lack communication within and because of this it threatens our corporate culture.

If I were the boss, I’d make myself more accessible and easy to approach. Because God knows that the one thing that most of us are scared of, is walking into your Bosses office and just talking… he/she frightens the shit out of us. I suppose though that, that is just the way it is. I mean, when I was in school, I was shit scared of my teacher, little did I know that I would still have to be exposed to a Boss!!!

This is me...Leila Steyn

I represent a brand; a brand recognised by the world...not just a brand but a world-renown phenomenon!

I don’t like sport...I love it!

I wish to be viewed by others in the way that I see myself...as a young independent black South African female. Not only am I this, but I’m also a mother, a daughter, a grand-daughter (a privilege), a girlfriend (hopefully soon to be wife LOL), a sister, an employee and a friend....

I base my life on values and ethics but in this day and age they constantly changing so I go by the following, “these are my mottos if you don’t like them, I have others”!

I am open to everything, well many things so to speak, most importantly I’m open to change and diversity. I believe that if you don’t want something to change, you simply have to change the way you think about it and see it in a different light.

My three favourite words are love, light & laughter...with those three elements in your life, nothing can go wrong. We can’t change what happens to us throughout life, but we can learn to survive it!

 So this is me, and this is what I stand for!

Two people come out a building and into a story.

Two people come out a building and into a story, sound’s so romantic hey?!? Well, depends on how you interpret it surely.

What about...two people walk out a building everyday to and from work and at the end of everyday, they walk into their own love story and their live their life as a story.

Or...two people come out a building and into a story, literally, a real "news" story! Entering into a scene, far fetch it seems? But I'm sure it happens. Two people being involved in the story, one being the content, the other being the writer of this story. How hard must it be to write about the person next to you, the person you see everyday?

Two people come out a building and into a story could possibly mean nothing, nothing to anyone around them. They could be walking out of a building into their own stories, their own lives. Having absolutely nothing to do with each other, two different individuals, living their own lives, telling their own stories!

I am sure everyone wants to be the lead character in their own life stories, why would you possibly want to play a supporting role?

I heart Cape Town!

Cape Town, the Mother City! The city where the streets come alive...the lights inspire you!

The most beautiful women, crafted mountains, breathtaking beaches and wait for it...toothless car-guards.

Cape Town, the place where everyone comes for a holiday. When in December, places are packed with all types of tourists (okay not only in December,but you get my point). When you see the "Jozi crew" in their crocodile skin shoes and designer brands, "Durbanites" driving their dad's new BMW 3series, with the locals just enjoying the festive season (while the December bonus lasts). Oh, I almost forgot about "The Baai" (Port Elizabeth)...just looking lost! Side-tracking...PE is still one of my favourite places to visit in South Africa.

I love Cape Town for its colour, its diversity. Its filled with trend-setters, fashion and go-getters. Its filled with ambitious, ethusiastic individuals.

Cape Town though, compared to our other provinces is the mother of procrastination. We as Capetonians work, play and live at our pace, WE SLOW!