My name is Tshegofatso Kgosintwa. I am the founder of the BIG Sister Society, a digital anti-gender-based violence (GBV) movement I created in March 2021.

My journey didn’t begin with the work I do today. It started when I was just three months old. In 1995, I tragically lost my mother to gender-based violence. Her husband, the perpetrator, physically abused her while she was pregnant with me. She died from internal bleeding and injuries he inflicted on her. I was left an orphan, setting the stage for a life defined by pain, resilience, and eventually, purpose. Growing up without my mother, I faced challenges no child should ever endure.

My formative years were shaped by grief and loss, but also by an unwavering determination to make something meaningful of my life. I often wondered: Why had this happened? Why did my mother have to die? And most importantly, what could I do to ensure no other child would face the same pain, the same loss, the same broken family I had endured?

The COVID-19 pandemic became the catalyst for change. As the world went into lockdown and isolation, gender-based violence cases spiked. With people confined to their homes and the world retreating into a digital landscape, victims found themselves trapped with few avenues for help or escape. It was during this time that the statistics around GBV in Botswana became overwhelmingly clear: women and children, especially in communities like mine, were suffering in silence.

I realized I couldn’t sit idly by. The pain of my loss drove me to act. I needed to create a platform, a lifeline… for those affected by GBV at a time when physical contact and support were limited. This led to the birth of the BIG Sister Society. With digital tools and social media at my disposal, I set out to build a movement that could reach people where they were—isolated, vulnerable, yet connected through their devices.

Since its inception, the BIG Sister Society has touched the lives of over 56,027 people across Botswana. Through digital campaigns, educational resources, counseling services, and an online community of support, we’ve empowered victims and survivors of GBV to speak out, seek help, and rebuild their lives. The impact of this movement has been nothing short of transformative. I’ve witnessed firsthand the strength and resilience of survivors who find solace in knowing that they are not alone.

The road hasn’t been easy. There were moments when I doubted myself—when the weight of my past felt too much to carry. But I always remember why I started. My personal experience with GBV gave me the passion to fight for justice, equality, and the safety of others. I want to live in a world where families thrive, love and peace are at the core of every home, and our youth are raised with the values that help them become active, positive citizens. This is the foundation of my belief in the Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) and how they are intertwined with the fight against GBV.

Through my work, I’ve been honored to speak on national and international platforms, sharing my story and advocating for a world where GBV is no longer a social ill that holds us back. In 2023, I was humbled to receive the Botswana Youth Award for Best Youth Activist in Social Issues. In 2024, I had the incredible opportunity to be named a Forbes 30 Under 30 Africa delegate. These accolades remind me that the work I’m doing is making an impact. They also motivate me to keep pushing, keep reaching for the next level, and ensure our movement doesn’t stop until every woman, child, and person affected by GBV is safe, heard, and empowered.

I’ve had the privilege of speaking at global forums like the World Youth Forum, where I shed light on the staggering toll of GBV as a social ill that impedes economic development across Africa. GBV does not just harm individuals — it hinders the growth of entire nations. It holds back children’s dreams, women’s aspirations, and communities’ potential. My mission is clear: we must fight for a world where every person has the right to live free from violence and fear.

At the heart of my work is a deep belief in the power of family. When families thrive on peace and love, they create the foundation for strong communities and nations. When we heal the pain of the past, we pave the way for a brighter, more inclusive future. My work today is part of a larger mission—to create a world where future generations won’t have to fight the battles I fought, and where they can grow up in safe, nurturing environments that allow them to reach their full potential.

As I stand here today, sharing my journey with you, I’m reminded that resilience is born from pain, and purpose often arises from difficult circumstances. I am driven by a deep, unwavering commitment to ending gender-based violence. I am more than a survivor—I am a fighter, an advocate, and an agent of change. And I will continue to fight, not just for myself, but for every person whose voice has been silenced by violence.

To the women and children suffering in silence: know you are not alone. Your voice matters. Your life matters. And together, we will break the cycle of violence. Because when we rise, we rise together.

This is only the beginning.

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When the world sees delay,
I see a school of thought,
A university of wisdom,
Years of occurrences,
A master graduate in the art of life’s experiences.

When the world sees failure,
I see a student in the school of resilience,
Against all odds, a much-needed foe
Who becomes a friend of many teachings.
As they say, “Failure is simply an opportunity
To begin again, this time more intelligently.”

When people see denial,
I see grace, I see protection,
A heavenly judiciary system,
Letting in only as much as my soul can handle at a time.
Yes, hope deferred makes the heart sick,
But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.

When people see rejection,
I see a fueling engine in pursuit of success,
Rekindling the deep-seated passion to succeed,
Unlocking the giant within.

When people see a past full of mistakes,
I see a survivor, I see a conqueror,
I see a warrior, heroes made in the battlefield.

When the world sees brokenness,
I see insurmountable strength,
I see beauty that says, “I am not perfect,
Yet I can hold water, I can hold substance.”
Because many are strong at the broken places.

When you see scars,
Know they are my trophies,
I am a champion, I am a victor,
My scars, my trophies.

Poem written by Cathrine Banda

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The intensity of my first crush was like a tidal wave, sweeping me up in its powerful tide. I was just a young girl, barely 10 years old, yet I felt like I was drowning in the depths of my emotions. Ken, a tall and handsome boy, became the object of my affection. I admired him from afar, too shy to approach him, yet I couldn’t help but fantasize about him—wishing he would sit next to me in class. There was just one problem: I wasn’t the only girl who liked Ken. My neighbor, Helen, harbored the same feelings for him, and it didn’t take long for her presence to complicate things.

Helen made my fifth-grade experience uncomfortable. Maybe it wouldn’t have been as painful if Ken had defended me. But to my surprise, Ken never came to my rescue—not even once. How could he, though, when he didn’t even know how I felt about him? Or did he know and simply choose to ignore me? Was it my responsibility to let him know? The pressure from Helen became so overwhelming that I eventually gave up on Ken. As I reflect on that experience now, I realize it was more than just a crush—it was a journey of self-discovery and a crash course in navigating the complexities of human emotions. I was caught up in a whirlwind of excitement, admiration, jealousy, and rejection, all of which left me feeling lost and uncertain.

As I grew older, I began to understand how media shaped my perception of love. Romantic movies and TV shows painted an unrealistic picture of love as a fairy tale, where all a girl had to do was look beautiful, and a man would be swept off his feet. The reality, however, was vastly different. Ken didn’t budge an inch toward my advances. I couldn’t help but wonder: Was it because I wasn’t beautiful enough?

My experience with Ken taught me valuable lessons. Back then, I believed that having a boyfriend, like the other girls, would add value to my life. By the time I finished primary school and realized I didn’t have one, it took a toll on my self-esteem. Ken ended up with another girl, leaving me in a space of  questioning my worth. But as I grew and reflected, I learned a life-changing truth: My worth and value come from within, not from any relationship. I don’t have to be someone’s “item” to be valuable. I’m not property. I don’t need anyone else to define my self-worth. I am enough, just as I am.

I also realized that relationships are complex and deeply personal. No two people experience love in the same way, and what works for one person may not work for another. Perhaps Ken’s understanding of love was different from mine back then. How can two people walk together unless they share the same understanding? Looking back on my first crush, I see a young girl trying to find her place in the world. I also see someone strong, capable, and deserving, who emerged wiser from the experience. Helen’s rivalry taught me another important lesson: You cannot force someone to love you. If another girl wants the same boy, let him choose. If he prefers you, he will come to you. If not, it’s his decision, not yours. No matter how much your competitor might try to undermine you, how you respond defines your strength.

Helen accused me of stealing her crush and spread false rumors about me, labeling me as a “loose girl” in front of my classmates. As a child, I felt powerless and heartbroken. But now I know that other people’s opinions don’t define me. My worth doesn’t depend on external validation, not even from someone I might have feelings for. If you’re struggling with self-doubt or facing rejection, I hope my story reminds you to embrace your uniqueness and trust your journey.

You are enough, just as you are. Don’t settle for anything less. Stay true to yourself, and never let anyone else define your self-worth. You’ve got this! You are strong, capable, and deserving of love and happiness.

Now go out there and crush it!

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To be born African means to have been born on the African continent, which is the second-largest and second-most populous continent in the world. Africa is a continent with a rich history and diverse cultures, with over 54 countries and more than 1.3 billion people.

Being born African can mean different things depending on peoples’ experiences and upbringing. For many, it means being part of a vibrant and diverse community with its own unique traditions, languages, and customs. It can also mean facing challenges such as poverty, inequality, and political instability that have been prevalent in many African countries.

Being born African can also mean having a deep connection to the land and its resources, as many African cultures are deeply rooted in agriculture and natural resources. It can mean having a sense of community and family that is strengthened by shared experiences and cultural practices.

However, it is important to note that being born African does not define a person’s identity or limit their potential. African people have made significant contributions to the world in various fields such as science, arts, politics, and sports, and continue to do so. Being African can be a source of pride and identity, but it should not be a limiting factor in a person’s personal or professional aspirations.

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I was probably 4 or 5 years old when I started noticing that my brother was “different” to all my other siblings. My brother is the fourth born and middle child of my mother’s seven children. Growing up I noticed that he was always reserved, never spoke a word and could hardly move from one place to another without instructions or assistance. Not long after, I learned that he had those limitations because he was “disabled”. He had developed a condition called epilepsy and, later, seizure complications resulting in physical and cognitive difficulties, among other long-life effects. All of which were sure to set him apart when surrounded by physically and intellectually “abled” people.

As a child, it was hard for me to understand. It made me sad and hopeless at the same time. I wished I could do more than just stare and wonder. But what else could a 5-year-old really do? His peers mocked him, children were scared to be near him, adults called him crazy, and strangers stared as if they were looking at a rare animal species. It was the early 2000s then, and now in 2022, at the age of 26 – as I try to manoeuvre around my first phase of adulthood, career aspirations as well as simply trying to stay alive simultaneously, nothing seems to be making sense. It appears that some of society’s perspectives on disability haven’t changed much. In the past 7 years (sounds surreal now as I look back – how time flies), I have been battling soft tissue sarcoma cancer, which has cost me more than I can recount. Cancer has mostly robbed me of the freedom to be myself without bearing the justification for why I am the way I am. Moreover, with the first major surgery leaving my left leg partially functional, I am now forced to depend on crutches and an ankle foot orthosis (AFO) to move around. These walking aids are, in all respects, not the most comfortable.

More than anything, even with cancer roaming freely within the bounds of my body, I am and have always been grateful for the ability to stand still and do my daily routine. Yet, although gratitude comforts me on most of my weakest points and darkest days, it’s not sufficient to comfort and further protect me from the world’s cruel judgements. It is that same cruelty I witnessed through my brother, being judged, looked down at and discriminated against.

Maybe “cruelty” is a bit harsh to use in this context. But still, I couldn’t find a better word to describe the feeling I experienced when a stranger commented and questioned my abilities as a healthcare professional based on my appearance. When I started working as a Pharmacist earlier this year, one of my biggest concerns was how people would treat me. In other words, I had what some people may call “what will people say syndrome”. Growing up around someone with a disability has not only taught me a lot about compassion and sympathy, but it has also shown me how cruel our world can be towards those who are considered different.

A few weeks ago, my fears came to life. When a stranger at my workplace looked at me and questioned my credibility as a healthcare professional based on my physical disabilities, it profusely shattered my heart. I couldn’t believe how ignorant some people can be. This stranger’s words sent a sudden churn in my stomach – and for a moment, I thought this man was a mentally challenged patient or someone under the influence of alcohol. Perhaps, that would have made the situation a little bit lighter. But this stranger was a decent man whom I would have presumed to have some sense at least.

“It must be the end of times indeed”, he said. “What kind of a doctor (which I am not, by the way) is also sick? Who in their right mind would accept treatment from someone who can’t heal themselves?…” As I stood amongst the crowd, just outside the hospital’s main entrance, with my white coat on and crutches within my tight grasp, I felt numb and without words.

Now, as I recall this encounter and my childhood experiences with my brother’s illness and disability, l wish (just as I did back in the early 2000s) that there was more I could do to get rid of people’s prejudices and discrimination against less abled people. But, in the end, I guess the message I am trying to send out (as simply put by the unknown writer) is, “In a world where you can be anything, be kind.”

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I want to tell people to continue dreaming. Close your eyes. Even if you feel it’s not possible, it becomes possible.

My dad gave us a conviction. He told us that you could do whatever a boy can do; You can do it. He never held us back. In India, having five daughters was a lot of pressure. Our dad was very conscious that education was essential for all of us. I grew up with a lot of discipline and confidence because of the love our parents brought to the family. They were not very conservative where daughters were concerned.

I was the tomboy of the family. I took an interest in table tennis. I would blackmail the caretaker of our local club into playing with me because nobody wanted to play with a 10-year-old. I started getting better with my game and told my dad I wanted to show him. My dad was very encouraging. I played with the supervisor, who was a good player. He said to my father, ‘There is a tournament coming up. Why don’t we put your daughter’s name in the sub-junior category for under 13s?’

And that’s where my history and my game started. I was selected to represent the district in the state championships. Growing up, I had that kind of dedication and wanted to do well. So I rose up from that. I was the only person in the history of Punjab to become the sub-junior, junior and state champion at the age of 13. I was in the top 10 in India in Table Tennis, and my dream was to represent my country as the Captain in commonwealth and world Championships.

But I never neglected my studies. I was in the top 100 in the whole of India. I knew my dad couldn’t afford to send me to fancy colleges. I wanted to go out of the small town we were living in at the time. So, I told him I would like to make a deal. I’m telling you this because those negotiation skills helped me become who I am today.

He said, ‘If you stay with us at home, it will cost 200 rupees a month. I can’t pay more than this.’ One of my friends was going to another city where I wanted to study. I said, ‘Why don’t I go and check? I promise you I will only go if it costs less than 200. And we had a deal; if it was less than 200 rupees, I got to go where I wanted to go.’

I got to the College and requested a meeting with the Principal. As a 15-year-old, it took guts to go outside the Principal’s door and knock. I went up to her when my turn came. She said, ‘What do you want to talk to me about? I said, ‘This is my mark sheet, and these are my sports credentials. I would like to know if you can give me a scholarship because my father doesn’t have the money to send me here. She looked at them and said, ‘I’ll give you a hundred per cent scholarship for your studies. And I’ll give you a 50% scholarship for your hostel fees.’ At that time, the hostel that was providing boarding & lodging was 150 rupees a month. I got it at 75 rupees. That’s what I had to pay, and I got to keep 75/- as my pocket money! So, I studied there for a couple of years.

Initially, I wanted to go for Medicine, but my heart was never in Medicine. In those days, careers for girls were limited to becoming doctors, engineers, or teachers. Five days before my pre-medical exam, I made the decision. I did not want to go for Medicine. At the time, I was reading two books by Ayn Rand. One was The Fountainhead, and the other was Atlas Shrugged. It changed my view. In the book, one of the characters says, ‘Close your eyes and imagine yourself where you want to be and visualize yourself in that position.’ At the time, I was only 17 years old, and when I closed my eyes, I didn’t see myself in a white coat. I saw myself behind a big desk as a corporate. So, after much convincing, my family agreed to my decision not to pursue Medicine, and I enrolled in Bachelor of Arts.

However, I found Arts very easy and felt I had more time on my hands, so I enrolled in Computer programming and systems design diploma course for a year. I topped my class and was given on-job training with Pfizer, HCL India and two other top companies in the last three months of my course.

In the meantime, I didn’t realize my mother, returning from Nigeria, was passing through Kenya, where she was introduced to my future husband as a prospective son-in-law. In India, at that time, most marriages were arranged by parents. I was a very modern girl for my time; I was outgoing, travelled a lot, etcetera. I never wanted to have an arranged marriage. My mother came back in June, and my wedding was in August. I said, ‘Mom, I really don’t want to do it.’ She said, ‘Please go ahead, you will be happy. I loved and respected my mother a lot and reluctantly agreed. The date was set for 25th August 1985, and the invitations were sent out.

However, I got my MBA selection letter in the first week of August and only had a week to accept the offer. I wanted to do my MBA and asked my parents to cancel the wedding. My parents understood my dilemma and asked me to talk to my ‘unseen’ fiancé and explain to him what I wanted to do and then make a decision to call off my wedding. (My husband and I had only seen each other’s pictures) I called my prospective husband and told him about my intent to study further. Surprisingly, he was very calm and understanding and told me that I could study as much as I wanted to after our marriage and that he would never constrict my growth as a person. That sealed it for me, and I decided to take a chance on my ‘arranged’ marriage!

I’m talking of 1985 here, and that too in India wasn’t the done thing that you would have boyfriends and go out for dates etc. It was pretty restricted. But my parents asked me to spend time with him once he arrived in India, ten days before our wedding, and get to know him. I was given the right to cancel the wedding if, for some reason, we both didn’t gel, and that gave me a lot of confidence to make my choice.

During one of our meetings before our wedding, I asked him if I could help him run his business., He looked bewildered and told me that he didn’t have his own business and that he was in employment and said ‘I’m sorry if you’ve been given the wrong impression because I don’t have any money – my bank account is nil. We lost a lot of money after his father’s death. I’m earning this much, and our home is our own. We have a roof over our heads. Mom is working as an administrator in a school. This is what we have. This is our world. If you come, you have to come and work. Yes. We can make a life together. But right now, there’s no money in the house.’ He was honest, and I fell in love with him instantly. He could have easily made a fool out of me. I had confidence in my abilities and decided to go ahead with the bond of marriage with an ethical, straight forward and simple man. I wasn’t under any illusion or delusion and looked forward to starting a new life in a new country with my husband on my side.

The night before we travelled to Kenya, my husband came into my room, saw the big trophies that I had won in Table Tennis, and said, ‘It would be nice for you to take them. I said, ‘They’re too heavy, and we only have one suitcase each as luggage allowance.’ My table tennis bat was on the shelf, and he picked it up and said, ‘Take it with you.’ I said,’ I’m not going to play anymore. Where am I going to play?’ ‘You know, just take it.’ It was the last thing packed in the suitcase.

I am telling you this because there is a story to it. When I arrived in Nairobi, our first stop was at my sister-in-law’s house. My brother-in-law came into the room to check on me and ask me if I needed anything. My suitcase was open, and he saw the table tennis bat, and we talked. He also played table tennis and, unbeknown to me, entered my name into the Kenya Open Table Tennis Tournament 2 weeks later. I won the championship and was the Kenyan Open champion for the next five years, from 1987-1992.

So, I played table tennis passionately! But, like any player, you dream of representing your country in the Commonwealth Games and the World Championships and becoming a captain. Like in the corporate world, the dream is to become the CEO. I set my intentions, and my efforts were such that I got the opportunity to play in The All-Africa games in 1987 and 1992 as the Captain of Kenya. I was ranked number five in Africa. Then in 1989, I represented Kenya in the Commonwealth Games and was ranked number 14 in the Commonwealth. And then I went to the world championships. We didn’t get any real ranking, but I was the team’s Captain. Basically, I had realized my dream and achieved all that I desired. I left the game when I was at the pinnacle of my career to focus on my family and career. I guess I had to fulfil my other dreams.

In 1987, I had joined a logistics company as their accountant, and the rest is history. I loved everything about my work and put my heart and soul into the company. I grew up with the company and became the head of finance in 1994, Director of the Company in 2007 and then in 2015, I became the CEO, which was a farfetched dream come true! That day, I remembered the vision I had at the age on 17, when I had decided to forego a career in Medicine for a corporate life! So finally, in 2019, I stepped down and resigned from my CEO’s position to pursue other interests as a Logistics Consultant and to connect with myself after having worked for 32 years for the same company.

I have always been inclined towards IT and wanted to get a Software developed that would solve Truckers’ pain points. During COVID times, with the help of software developers, I was instrumental in developing a software solution called TrackRight, the first App (at least in Africa if not in the world) to calculate every completed trucking trip’s carbon footprint. The trucking and logistics industry is the biggest culprit for carbon emissions, and our App has given visibility to Logistics stakeholders of their footprint. Now we are trying to identify projects which generate Carbon credits and with whom we can partner to help the stakeholders offset their emissions. I want to leave this world with peace of mind that I have given back something small of what the world has so generously given to me. I want to create awareness about sustainability in businesses. I’m working on business models that can best reduce the supply chains, with a mix and match of rail and road and give solutions so that it’s cost-effective and at the same time not heavy on the planet and the environment.

I’ve been a great dreamer. I close my eyes and visualize where I want to be, and somehow with my ethos and maybe the right intention and focus, God takes me there. I would bring it down to education. I think women and all of us have a right to education. I feel some women have it in them, but they’re too scared of their peers. There’s peer pressure. There’s family pressure. There’s societal pressure. But we’ve got to let go of those ropes that tie us, free ourselves, and fulfil our ambition and dreams because we only live once. What happens mostly is that women are scared to take chances. It’s the fear of the unknown, but we need to find the strength to counter that fear and move in the right direction. What will take you further is your education and to stand on your own two feet. Empower yourself with continuous learning, widening your horizon, and taking on any challenge head-on! Women are much stronger than they think and get stronger in adversity, finding solutions and inner strength when things go wrong. They become the solution.

I believe women have to realise what a powerhouse we are, and the sooner we do, the faster our liberation will be as human beings!

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I was recently watching the movie the other women when a line I had heard before but never paid much attention to stood out for me. In the movie (spoiler alert) a housewife finds out that her husband has been cheating on her with another women. She confronts said woman and tries to get the details of the affair including how many times they had sex. In one instance the mistress says they have had sex about 50 times in the two months they have been together, to which the housewife responds “do you not have have a job, do you not have hobbies?”. And whilst this one line is meant to be taken in a light hearted manner, it does get to an important point.

That even if one is married or in a relationship, it is a good idea to have other interests. Which got me thinking? As a mom, wife and friend, I often find there is very little time for me at the end of the day. Whether it’s work, my husband, chores or a busy toddler, the idea of hobbies is almost laughable. But it shouldn’t be. especially in todays high stress day.

And whilst I’d love to say that scrolling through instagram is a hobby. It is not. And rightfully so. The Oxford dictionary describes a hobby as “An activity done regularly in one’s leisure time for pleasure.”. And whilst some people may argue that leisure time is not important, it is in fact an important part of self care. Of connecting with ourselves outside of others. A way to explore, expand on and harness new talents. For a while (before becoming a mother) cooking was my hobby. But nowadays it is more of a chore than a hobby. Which is why I am adamant to find new ways of growing and spending time alone that is both fulfilling and relaxing.

Some hobby ideas include knitting, painting, reading, learning a sport like tennis or golf. Sewing or anything else that interests you. The best thing about a hobby is also that it need not be too serious or too difficult. It is after all intended to help you relax, instead of cause you more stress. So this week while you take on all your responsibilities and chores. Take a moment to think about some hobbies you could be interested in. And then start doing one as often as possible. If you find yourself bored or stress, find another and another until you find one that meets your personal needs.

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Whilst many of us are confined to our homes and even our countries for the foreseeable future, traveling is looking less and less likely. Which can be a good and bad thing. As someone who’s recently moved countries, I am taking this new reality as an opportunity to explore my city more. Especially as I will be moving soon. This means hitting the road (literally on foot) to discover hidden gems. Whilst France is currently under lockdown and restaurants and bars are closed, this does not mean I cannot stop by the locally park. Or even grab a coffee at the local pickup and go coffee shop. There are numerous other ways to explore your city and even your home and I thought I’d share a few.

1. Spend time in an area or room you rarely use: Living in a tiny apartment, you’d think we use all the rooms in it. However. As a young family of 3 we usually congregate around the lounge/dining room area. Which is why taking some time to hang out in our daughters room has been fun. After spending months decorating it during my pregnancy and then spending little or no time there. Its nice to sit in the corner, read a book to my daughter and enjoy the pink walls.
2. Walk around your neighborhood: Whilst I have been living in my current city of residence for almost a year. I don’t usually venture out for the sake of venturing out. Which is why I enjoy the allotted 1 hour workout time allowed during confinement. This has given me the opportunity to see the city I live in. Whist I am not going anywhere in particular, I am enjoying getting to know my surroundings.
3. Create an at home spa day: As I’ve recently gotten back to working out consistently, taking the time to just have a hot soak and give myself a facial is not only necessary, but a welcome break from the day to day. For my spa days I like to run a bath, pour some epsom salts, burn a candle and read a book while I apply a face mask. I like to follow this with a slow foam roll which is as good as a massage at this point. And given that my muscles are loose and warm from the bath. The 30 minute foam rolling session is nothing short of heavenly.
4.  Visit museums virtually: Want to go to the Louvre but don’t live in Paris? Or visit the Guggenheim but don’t live in New York? Not to worry, one of the great things about COVID19 and the restrictions it has put in place is that many museums and galleries have gone virtual. So just google what ever museum you want to visit, and sit back and relax as you see and experience all your favourite artworks and pieces from the comfort of your home.
5. Book a hotel stay: With so many business affected by COVID, hotels are some of the hardest hit due to travel restrictions. However, as I recently learnt, not all hotels are indeed closed. Some hotels have taken to applying serious measures against COVID for guests who visit. On top of that hotels are offering huge discounts for stays. So take a look around in your city and see if your local hotel is open and running any specials. And if so, book your stay and enjoy all the little luxuries a hotel stay offers. From comfy bathrobes to room service and new yummy smelling bath products.

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