A hilariously relatable meme video making the rounds on social media, with a wooden-mic-type impression, sarcastically highlights how grating last December’s anthem sounds when played in January. This particular course of the Amapiano 2024 hit Biri Marung—easily recognized by its catchy “cash kontant huh” hook—draws an amusing parallel to the natural ebb and flow of life’s seasons.
Enter the perennial rituals of a new year—resolutions, questions about plans for 2025, struggling to remember to write ‘25 instead of ‘24, and returning to work or studies after either a vibrant Detty December (#keDezemba vibes) or a slower-paced holiday spent in rural settings, aka kumusha/emakhaya/ezilalini.
While I’ve mentioned before that I’m not particularly big on Decembers—ironically, given my December birthday—I must admit, I did enjoy the very last day of 2024.
Never mind the expected chaos that accompanies large gatherings, or my own shock at underestimating the sheer number of people who showed up for the New Year’s Eve bash on a stretch of Christmas light-adorned Independence Avenue. It was refreshing to be among spirited revellers of all ages, dancing the night away to pulsating music and lively stage performances, capped off with a so-so fireworks display.
Looking back at 2024, I wouldn’t call it my worst year. It had its mix of highs and lows. Among the highlights: I finally started this blog, gave a walking routine a (short-lived) try—but hey, I’ll attempt it again this year—and applied for opportunities that pushed my limits. Some I got, and some I didn’t.
I met incredible people, discovered amazing music, and travelled solo for the first time—catching glimpses of a new city. I picked up life hacks (mostly about home-making), shared hearty laughs with friends and family, explored movies and series outside my usual romance genre, read fascinating books, began learning German, and even grew out my hair (though I’m not sure how long I’ll stick with that).
Now, a little over two weeks into 2025, I find myself easing into the year—fluctuating between mild panic at how quickly time is passing and a comforting acceptance that I’m trying my best. Above all, I’m holding onto hope, trusting that this will be a year of answered prayers.
Here’s to good health, growth, joy, finding one’s tribe, living the reality of answered prayers, self-discipline, patience, clear thinking, and appreciating the journey, the people, and the moments along the way.