I recently embarked on a little sideline business endeavour that I have become extremely passionate about… I have started my own company called Shevnique where I am an Independent Younique Presenter – Re selling, promoting and advertising the fantastic products that Younique has to offer.


NO – This is not a pyramid scheme. NO – There are no gimmicks. NO – There are no hidden costs.

Younique products are high quality, scientifically formulated to protect your skin, keeping your skin healthy and keeping you looking beautiful! I know, I sound like a commercial right now but it is true, the products are amazing and so versatile… What other eye shadow (Mineral pigment) can you use to colour your hair and change the colour of your lip gloss? None that I know of.

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Younique also bring you the true and original 3D Fibre Lash Mascara – Not to be mistaken for a fake eBay product or variations thereof that claim to be the real thing without the logo. If you did not buy it from a presenters website, it may not be real or legal – Make sure you know what you are getting here girls and guys!

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You can view the many products that Younique have to offer on my presenter site, Shop online HERE in my current virtual party active for only 9 more days or get more information on me, the products and how you can also become a part of this Younique family in the ABOUT section.


Younique products are currently available for sale to the USA, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the UK. Delivery times may vary and at the moment, we are looking at approximately 10-14 working day delivery times. All prices listed online exclude postage and packaging, ask me for further information!


If you would like to join the Younique family, you to can become an independent for Younique products and make money for nothing – The products speak for themselves, want more information? ASK ME HOW – Send an email to shevnique@gmail.com and I will be happy to answer any questions or offer information you may require.


The all important LINKS that you need if you are interested…

Shevnique Facebook Page – LINK

Shevnique Virtual Party page – Valid for 9 more days for great deals on offer – LINK

Shevnique Online Store – LINK


If you are anyone you know is interested, please invite them to like my Facebook page as products and pricing will be updated there on a regular basis. All products can be ordered online and will be delivered to you directly. If you are interested in joining the Younique family, contact me ASAP!

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Don’t you find it strange how you can decide to buy a blue car and suddenly every second car on the road is blue. Or you hear of someone being pregnant and suddenly everyone around you is falling pregnant. Now that I have moved, now that I have removed myself from a country rife with crime I feel like all I see is bad news and crime reports on South Africa.

I am writing this post out of anger, something any writer will tell you never (or always) to do. Recently, I have seen many news headlines of criminal activity in and around Southern Africa. Violent, racial, sexual or abusive crimes that no human being should have to endure and no savage be allowed to inflict. Now more than ever, these headlines grab my attention because I am here in the UK but my family have been left behind temporarily in South Africa. Just the other night, while my family were all asleep in their beds, someone cut the electric fencing whilst there was a power outage in the attempt to break into the property and ultimately, rob the house. You can understand how this would be extremely worrying for me, not around to protect those I love with no control of how quickly I can remove them as well from the crime rife city of Johannesburg.

I have said it repeatedly and I will say it again – I do not want to bitch about South Africa. I grew up there, it is still classified as my home. I met my husband in South Africa and my children were born and so far raised there as well. If the crime were to have driven me out, I would have left a long time ago – I have been held at gunpoint with my toddler in my arms, I have been hijacked and inappropriately frisked by my assailants, I have had men follow me home and attempt to run me off the road, I have had a man attempt at hijacking me on my bike… the list is endless and does not stop there, so if crime was the problem I doubt I would have been in South Africa for as long as I was.

The plans to move to England have been around for some time. I knew when I had my children that South Africa is no place to raise a family (My personal opinion, bound to upset people). When the opportunity presented itself and the decision was made, there was no question that it was time to give up everything we knew to make the move – For our future and for the future of our daughters, after all this is who I am doing it for. If not to give my husband and myself a better life, to ensure that my children are not raised in fear. Do not flinch at every noise in and around the house, do not have to ask me questions about the violent attacks on the news, it was a no brainer to me to take their vulnerable bodies away from a country raping its people.

I am sick to death of people accusing other people of being traitors to their country if and when they want to get out. First and foremost, I am not a traitor, I did not choose to grow up in South Africa – I was born in the UK and the first opportunity to move, I did it. Secondly, I have every right to remove my family from a dangerous situation. If something criminal happens, why should we feel scared or ashamed to discuss it? We have the right to be angry, have the right to voice our opinion and have the right to moan without being told that if you don’t like it, you can leave. After having done the leaving myself (As I didn’t like it) I understand why this country move is not for everyone. IT IS NOT easy, in fact it is one of the most difficult things I have ever done. Thankfully I am young enough that my career is still wide open, my children are young enough that they can adapt and I know that I will settle and quite easily make new friends as I learn the rhythm of my new life. Not everyone can just get out. I would not expect people to be able to move who are held down by strong family ties, careers, financial responsibility and the basic ability to move without a foreign passport. I am irritated at the fact that every ‘Happy South African’s’ solution is if you don’t like it you can move instead of ‘What can I do to help you and your situation?’

Now I am not saying that England is where the grass is greener. Every single country in the world has their crimes, for goodness sake a man was eating off his girlfriends’ face just the other day. The differences between South Africa and England when raising a family are what matters… AND TRUST ME, there are many. I am free to walk around, in the dark, alone as a woman, with my phone in my hand to and from the train station and I am not scared that I will be raped or attacked on my walk home. I grew up in South Africa, of course I am still aware and make a noticeable effort to be vigilant, much to the curiosity of the innocent joggers that come past. There are children out and about, playing and cycling. Cars give way to pedestrians. There are no burglar bars on the houses. Cars sit unlocked in the car park. Public transport is safe. Hundreds of different cultures and ethnicities can live so comfortably together (Still with some degree of discrimination but not noticeably so).  England is not perfect but since I have arrived I have felt exactly what Rantchick has described in her blog…  I have felt the fear lift, I have finally felt what it is to be free and I cannot wait for my husband and my children to be with me to feel it to.


What has to upset me the most is that when someone in South Africa is hijacked, everyone else will say at least you weren’t injured. When someone is injured they will say at least you weren’t killed. When someone is murdered they will say at least it was only one person and when a family is murdered they will say at least they went together. It is NOT OK to walk around scared for your life or your children’s lives – In the same breath it is not ok to say that you accept the crime and are prepared to die. Rape is not ok, it is sick. Murder is not ok, it is sick. Theft or Xenophobia is not ok. Racism is not ok. Millions of tax payers money for a presidential house is not ok. Your children not being able to grow up in a country that has their best interests at heart, that IS NOT OK!

Everyone has a right to be angry and complain about the criminal state of South Africa or any other country for that matter. Everyone has a right to get upset when someone else is a victim of the violent criminality prevailing in South Africa. Everyone has a right to love their country and want to make the most of living there but everyone also has a right to leave. No one has the right to judge others for the decisions they make to better their or their families lives. No one has the right to judge freedom of speech and no one has the right to speak out against the exodus when they themselves are one of the very few people left yet to experience the wave of crime that I have. I get it, people want to stand up for and defend the country that they have lived in their whole life and that is admirable but I am afraid to defend, you must be informed and to be informed you must understand what has been experienced by those around you.

The next time someone shares an awful story about South Africa, take a minute to realise just how awful things have gotten and instead of attacking those that choose to leave, think of what you can do to make it better for those who decide to stay… because trust me, if everyone could actually leave, South Africa wouldn’t have any educated people left.



You’re pregnant!

Ok, not really, but this is about the time that you figure out you’re in need of a new home. It’s an exciting time of possibility, opportunity and anticipation. You want to name it but you need to see it first before you can lovingly call it home. You have all these ideas of what kind of parent (tenant or home owner) you’ll be and just how you plan on raising your newest arrival (by raising I mean turning house into home). You’re completely motivated at this point and know exactly what you need to do, it’s only a question of time and money. You start picturing life with (in) your new addition and life as you know it is about to change forever.

Morning sickness.

After finding out you’re expecting (a new abode) it’s time to go through the motions and emotions. You will search and search for a possibility, you will register to as many websites as humanly possible, you will contact every real estate agent in the country. You will auto pilot your requirements into your browser and suddenly Google starts directing you straight to Zoopla. You will feel ill at the number of possibilities and suddenly the realisation of what you’re doing has hit home… Nausea and bile rise constantly, reminding you of what you’ve given up and how you’ve put yourself into a position of homelessness. Suddenly your search because a matter of urgency and you’re annoyed with the fact that morning sickness doesn’t only last in the morning, instead it’s a 24 hour a day, 7 day a week situation. Despite all this, you’re also starving.

OB/Gyn appointments.

The annoying thing is, these doctors (estate agents) work the same hours that you do and the possibility they’ll work out of hours is slim to none. You’re forced to set up ‘viewings’ for your new baby during office hours and take your hard earned leave to do so… They’ll keep you waiting, keep you baited and keep sending you new reasons to feel the afore mentioned sickness. Sadly, one viewing is never enough so of course you set up multiple opportunities to take a look at potential housing. The agent arrives, takes you in, shows you around and explains what you’re looking at. He gets you all excited and ready to sign, only to be let down by the fact that you may not actually have this one or can’t afford it. It feels like the appointments are never ending and suddenly all you’re seeing is the same thing repeatedly, searching for a new reason to be excited but trying not to get your hopes up too high for fear of disappointment.

Braxton Hicks.

There is always that one appointment that makes everything you’ve endured seem worthwhile. You’ve seen it, you want it, you can afford it, you love it, you’re ready… It’s almost too good to be true, surely a few more appointments are needed before you can be certain… But no, the doc (agent) reassures you that you’re good to go and shouldn’t panic. You go home picturing your new life, already hanging the family portraits on the wall, filling up your online shopping cart with the goodies you need in anticipation… It hurts a little, you’re not sure if it’s too good to be true, you think it’s time but maybe you just need to pee… Your back hurts, your back always hurts, you’re tired of looking at it and are ready to own it, you feel like it’s coming, it’s almost there…

False alarm. If it’s too good to be true, it probably isn’t true. You’ve wound yourself up, you’ve been let down, you’re over it.


You can’t be sure after the next appointment because let’s be real, you’ve been let down before. The same reassurances abound and you wait patiently to sign the forms… You stare at the wall, decide you’re going to forget it because it’ll probably be a repeat of the last time you got excited for nothing…. Like paying the hospital administration fee, you get the referencing fees out the way. You’re not in the clear yet, they’ve got to check your (financial) health to ensure you’re truly ready for what’s about to happen. After which they’ll make you wait agonising hours while they deliberate on your fate… It’s so close you can almost touch it. Then, as if you weren’t expecting it, you get told that it’s happened and you are now the proud tenant to your new home! You did it, you got through it, you aren’t sure how and most of the time you were just in pain but suddenly that pain is forgotten and replaced with excitement about the future that awaits you…

So now you’ve got your new baby, what do you do with it??? Why you dress it of course… And you spend as long as you need making your house a home, because isn’t that what moms do?



There is something incredibly abnormal about waking up every morning and reminding yourself of what you were doing one, maybe two or even five years ago. That said, I too must be incredibly abnormal as that is what I’ve become accustomed to doing every day. Where once I’d wake up and peruse my Twitter feed or Facebook page, I now analyze my past comings and goings one cringe at a time.


So what is it about Timehop that has millions of Smartphone and social networking users all over the world downloading this application? Are we just obsessed with the next ‘cool app’ or is there some deeper, root meaning to this phenomenon?

The great thing about the app itself is the ability to link numerous social networking sites and sync your history in one place. I have Facebook, Twitter (Although apparently my Twitter feed is too much for Timehop at over 15 000 tweets), Instagram and Foursquare synchronized to keep me in the know on just how dorky I was 4 years ago or remind me of what I was doing last year, in case it was too long ago to remember. The truth is, if you’re like me, extremely active on many (if not most) of the available social networking sites, then you’ll understand that there is too much information to just ‘scroll down’ when you’re in the mood to reminisce. What the creators of Timehop have done is given what the modern day Smartphone user so desperately craves, an easier and quicker way of doing things. You can view pictures, status updates, links and even the weather – Timehop also adds in a ‘fun fact’ a day, just another way of reminding you how much older you’re getting. Did you know that on this day, 18 years ago, Eminem released his first album? Yes, if your own youthful, skinnier pictures weren’t reminder enough, that kind of fact will ensure that you feel old today. Older than you were yesterday, ancient in comparison to your Timehop feed.

To be fair, we aren’t only downloading this application because it’s cool. We are still human after all, the ability to jump back in time allows us to relive the moments we thought worthy of a status update. In a time when I’m in the UK, sans my beautiful children and handsome hubby, my Timehop feed shows me our family photo shoot that I uploaded at this time a year ago… A reminder of how strong my family is, how we made it through the year that was and undoubtedly will make it through another. Two years ago, I was going to the gym and posted about a spinning class I had attended – a newfound stab of guilt eats at me for not having seen the inside of a gym in over a year, maybe the reminders that I need to get my A into G? Three years ago I was taking ‘Movember’ pics with my best friend at the time, a reminder that we no longer speak and instead do anything possible to avoid one another after the fall out. Four years ago I took a selfie for my then boyfriend, now husband. A happy reminder of just how in love I truly was and still wholeheartedly am.


While many would turn around and insult the desire to ‘live in the past’, I don’t see it as that. I see it as a common place for social media worthy memories. We posted those statuses for a reason, shared those pictures to boast, joined those social networks in the first place to sate our mortal innermost need to be accepted, loved and attended to. What is a ‘like’ if not a written form of agreement? What is a ‘share’ if not an electric ego boost?
What is Timehop, if not a storage place for your most loved memories?

It’s official, I left South Africa on this day exactly 3 weeks ago and what a few weeks it’s been.

You may be sitting there thinking to yourself “What is this woman blubbering about, 3 weeks is nothing?!” but 3 weeks feels like a lifetime when you’re in a foreign country getting used to a foreign way of life without your husband and your children. In fact, 3 weeks is nothing when I’m going to be here for another 13 or so weeks without them.

In the short time I have been here, between my husband and I, we have managed to accomplish a tremendous amount of things, even though it doesn’t feel like it because when one task is completed, another two crop up. Each task costs a pretty penny and each step limited by some form of governmental ruling that we cannot get past… We just have to hang in there, do everything the correct way and hope that all goes just as we hope. In 3 weeks I have moved countries, moved in with friends, started a new job, nailed (well almost) the public transport system, gotten a bank account, made new friends, applied for my national insurance number and lastly (but not at all least) viewed and hopefully almost secured our new home – that’s right, it looks like I’ll have a place to live! This is exciting stuff…

So, I thought I’d do a short informative breakdown on what I’ve done so far, for those hoping to do the same (Move cross country) and haven’t a clue where to start… I’m not 100% there yet, I don’t even have furniture, but I’m getting close and I can feel it. My next step after securing my home will be my move and then school applications which I will cover nearer the time once I’ve verified the information I’ve gathered.

1. Moving countries.

This is up to you, you have to make the decision to get on a plane, but when you do, have a look at airlines like Qatar Airlines (via Doha) and fly at an off peak period, midweek. I paid ZAR3200 for a one way including taxes with 30kgs baggage… Almost enough to put your life into. Don’t forget about the move cube I’d mentioned in a previous blog, this is useful for sending your personals to make your new house feel a little more like home.

2. Living

If you can afford to move into a house of your own when you arrive, good on you, I couldn’t. Find someone you know and love who won’t get irritated with you (that much) who can help you. Trust me when I say you’re gonna need all the help you can get.

3. Job

Let’s be honest, it can be really difficult finding a job from South Africa without actually going in for an interview. I was lucky, I found a company willing to take a chance on me – they were open to telephonic and Skype interviews, suggest this! I did go through a recruiter and he was extremely understanding of my situation. Let your CV speak for itself and be completely honest, you’d be surprised how many people are willing to assist. I mentioned Reed in earlier posts, go back and have a read :)

4. Public Transport.

Google maps is amazing, if you’re not sure just google. I was lucky that my friend travelled with me on day one to show me the ropes, it’s pretty easy when you get the hang of it. You will get off at the wrong stop, sometimes you will get on the wrong train, you may have to phone a friend and that’s ok. I downloaded a myriad of bus / train apps for up to date information but when in doubt, read or ask. I have had to stop many times to find out where to and how, rather that than a nervous breakdown at the station. I do a monthly seasonal ticket, works out considerably cheaper and may be useful if you plan on a daily commute. You will, like me, realize the advantages of living close to work and try to reduce traveling times and cost.

5. Bank account

Tricky, but possible. You will have to shop around, especially without a utility bill, but Halifax helped me and I’m certain they will help you to. Once I’d applied, I received the online banking activation code one day, my card the next and my pin another… It’s frustrating having to wait but they do come, just be patient. The amazing thing, no queues!

6. National insurance

You’re going to need an appointment if you’re a British passport holder I’m afraid. It’s a quick call to the Job Centre, they will ask you for your postal code and will set up the soonest possible appointment for you nearest your area. Do your homework though, mine was made for Oxford (miles away) and I called back to change it to Woking (On a friend’s advice). They called me with a cancellation, in I went and 20 minutes later I had an application in with an up to 6 week waiting period for my number. If you were born here and your parents claimed family benefits for you, make note of that as they can find you on the system, hopefully issuing you a number sooner. Also, no queues.

7. Finding somewhere to live

I guess this is all about preference. It means a strict budget and knowing when to turn down possibilities for being outside of that budget. Remember, you’re not just paying rent, you’re paying council tax as well as the utilities… It all adds up. Get onto rightmove.co.uk which is great for available properties for which you can search by area. Once you’ve found a few you like, go and view them – investigate the area, investigate the schools etc. The council websites are extremely helpful with all the information you need, right down to the council band which you can search for by postal code. You’ll get a breakdown of what council tax you need to pay and just how it’s spent – council tax is paid over 10 months. There will be admin fees involved and the deposit is heavy, 6 weeks rent plus a month upfront – be warned. Also, your salary dictates the value of rent you qualify to pay. If you earn less than the rent you’re wanting to undertake, you’ll need a guarantor who earns the required salary to guarantee the rent payments for you, they too will be referenced and checked.

If you’re planning on moving and have any questions about anything so far, give me a shout and I’ll help as best I can :D

After my amazing trip to Reunion, the TIR (Travel Industry Review) featured some pictures and an article on the destination… I’m on Page 1 (Front cover) and Page 12 ! Why not have a look?




Posted: November 2, 2014 in Personal, Writings
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The truth in my dark
The knight to my light
The hand in my hand
The blood in my fight

All that inspires
You’re all that I am
All that ignites
My flame, your fan

A soothing breath
Cool, calm caress
Your scent, your look
Feelings to confess

Clutching my heart
My love in your palm
Every inch of me
Enamored by charm

The ink to my iron
The spirit in my eyes
The strength in my soul
The truth in all lies

Waking moments
So quickly pass
Without you though
They last and last

Life without you
A torture in itself
Periodic separation
Hazardous to health

Hands tightly held
A feeling I miss
It hurts me intensely
Feeling like this

The love in my body
The smarts in my mind
The humor in my bones
The sight in my blind

I love you always
This is my truth
My hands, your hands
Eternally me. Eternally you.

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