Why you should say YES to the most impactful year of your life – study in Sweden…

The name of this blog rests completely on the reason for starting the blog. This blog was initially intended to be a portal of information and keeping in touch while I studied in Sweden at the International Youth Initiative Program. It has since evolved into a space of connection, sharing and a place that others that have studied there come for comfort, joy or the reminder of times gone by.

Today I received an email which announced that applications for the 7th year of YIP are now open.

yip-apply-now (CLICK HERE TO APPLY NOW —> DEADLINE 15th MAY 2014!)

It is only now (about 2 years since completing my year of study) that I see the invaluable experience that YIP was. Since YIP I have seen my dreams and wishes come to life. Since YIP I have re-discovered myself and the power that Didintle Ntsie possesses. I have felt so inspired that there was no other way to live life but to live it as I have always wanted to. YIP offered me the fertile ground to plant seeds, nurture the plants that grew and take the fruits from that plant and share them in the world.

YIP has been the catalyst to me finding the best version of myself (an ongoing expedition…)

YIP is the reason I forgive, it is the reason I understand people better, it is the reason I am able to accept, it is the reason I am able to remember that there is nothing (and I mean that) that can stand in the way of me reaching my goals, dreams and desired outcomes.

It made real to me the truths I had whispered in my ear since I was born, that “anything is possible”


Since YIP I have been an important part of a team that co-founded an amazing global citizen-driven initiative called 100in1day Cape Town, I have also finally plucked up the courage to birth an idea I have had for over 4 years, it has come to this earth as The Travelling Speech Bubble. I am now working in an organisation that is forward thinking and impactful in it’s work. I am where I should be, and there are no doubts in my mind.

Since YIP I have begun writing a short story.

All these things because YIP reminded me that I could and I can.

Take some time to think about the things you would like to achieve.

Take a moment to think about the YOU that YOU would like to become.

Take a moment and think about a wall of mirrors that are all there to show you something about yourself.

Take a moment to do this for yourself, in order to better share yourself with others.

I humbly, warmly, lovingly invite you to apply to participate in the most enlightening year of your life with other phenomenal beings from all over the world.



My words have power. So do yours…

This post was meant to be about my experience at Pecha Kucha Cape Town and how powerful words and sharing them is. But this morning I opened my facebook to find a wonderful message from a young lady from Hawaii who is going to be embarking on the  Social Entrepreneurship experience I have experienced on YIP in Sweden. The very experience that activated me to start this blog.

“Aloha Didi, My name is Kailea Frederick I am from Maui, HI and I am going to be participating in YIP this year ~ I just wanted to be sure to let you know that your blog on your YIP experience has proven to be such an extremely powerful tool for me. I myself had started a blog with the intention of chronicling my YIP experience for future Yippies, because I was having a hard time finding anything written online regarding personal experience in Jarna. I was so pleased when I stumbled upon your words, and have since used them in times of doubt when it seemed my YIP goal was out of reach. I have now started reading it as a way of preparation. I found it to be incredibly insightful. I appreciated how truthful you were in chronicling hard moments. It has been a great reality check!

The time you put into it, is so appreciated.

Mahalo, Kailea” 

Power of blogging

This note gave me a little pat on the back. I often wonder who reads my blog (apart from some really close friends) and what they get out of it. This reminds me of the power of our words and the power of sharing them. Also this highlights the power of blogging!

Check out her blog over here. Paying it forward.

The above image was taken years ago by my wonderful friend Nonku Phiri, lover, music-maker, artist, extra-ordinary female human soul.

Beloved Berlin and Hitch-Hiking Adventures!

<<This post was originally written and posted on my Facebook Page on 22 June 2012>>>

I’m writing this because I don’t have a camera, and so I choose to paint pictures with my words…

The past 2 days have been a confirmation of my belief that I am precisely where I need to be and I am doing precisely what I need to be doing with precisely who I am meant to be doing it with. It is all right and perfect (even the imperfections make it perfect, because they teach me something necessary – a free sculpting if you will).

Anyway me and my friend Noemi and I set off yesterday at around 6-7 pm with the BEST truck (more like a huge van) driver in the whole wide world! His name is Stijn 🙂

I swear we laughed the ENTIRE way until we got to Hamburg, we played games, sang out loud, listened to great tunes,  shared some secrets and laughed some more. He dropped us off on a prime spot in Hamburg and we tried our luck and off course we got picked up, by a Polish trucker, he was interesting and sparked me to begin writing the story of our adventure, he made me a little bit sad though. Anyhow, he dropped us in the middle of the Autobahn, we sat in the grass between the highways and enjoyed the sun until it became clear what to do next.

Offcourse a few minutes after we go up, a trucker stopped and dropped us where we could get another ride, which we did, in one of the worst places to stop for hitch-hikers, we were on the side of a highway. But we knew someone would stop, and they did and the man gave us cherries he had just picked from him village that afternoon. He dropped us at a train station, we asked someone to use their phone so we could get in touch with our friend and he di, then that very person and his friends, let us jump into the cab with them.




We went to grab a drink with them and we met up with my friend in the same square they chose to have a drink in.


My friend Goitsy and I went to school together over 10 years ago. Can you believe it?

Here we were in the football madness of Berlin re-uniting. We came to her BEAUTIFUL home which really feels like home.

We took nice long showers, we began re-capping our stories of where we had been and what we were doing, she inspired me. A great deal. Peoples’ stories do in general. But this young lady was awakening my soul to the strenght of the human spirit.

She cooked us a hearty meal, rice and a lamb stew – deliciousness and she gave Noemi all the ingredients to make her own delicious stew.We have our own room 🙂 with a futon and nice duvets and a mattress just to avoid me smacking Noemi in my sleep ha ha ha!

We took a walk to the store to get drinks and people were sitting outside on teh sidewalks with their couches watching the soccer match between Germany and Greece. As we walked to the corner store Germany scored and the streets lit up, people celebrating through their windows, fireworks going off all over the place, getting sneak peeks of big screens through the windows of the many stylish, interesting, kitschy, grungy and anything-else-you can think of kind of bars.

I felt alive.

I feel alive.

I am following the flow of the river and the whisper of the winds. I am learning to listen and let it be, because God knows what’s ahead. I trust fully that I am held in all I do. Always, no matter what.

We might be going to a dubstep party tonight but for now we’re having a couple of drinks and listening to some great music.

P.S: I know this all sounds so wishy washy, but there were some moments where we looked downright ridiculous, attempting to jump over fences beside the highway so that we could go to the other side of the highway and actually start going in the right direction, at some points we were sitting waiting for the police to come get us so they could take us into the city. It was all really funny and if we weren’t us we would have been in despair.

And did I mention that we have not yet spent a single cent so far? Thanks to beautiful kind people of this world.

An invitation is THE MOST important thing of all

So as I have mentioned in my previous post (which can be found here), I have been having a rather challenging time lately and am slowly unpacking my insides and exploring my layers as well as working on what needs to be worked on. Most of it being attempting to mend broken relationships in an authentic way (not trying too hard, pushing too hard, taking my time) and finding an effective and good way of saying “no”, a way of doing what I love doing and giving what I enjoy giving whilst making sure I give myself what I need in order to do it in the best way. In other words turning, what I call, my work and my calling into a sustainable practice. A difficult thing.

At YIP we share everything – bedrooms, time, moments,space, love, laughs, tears, happiness, sadness, the sun, bread, bathrooms, the laundry machines, difficulty, work.

When I zoom out and pretend to be a hawk looking upon my life, and all of our lives as streams (or timelines) I see tiny streams leading to this little big pond called YIP, if I fast forward a little; I see the pond becoming split up again into individual little streams going in different directions again. Some closer than others, some in the same direction as others, some looking a little different than they were when they were lead to this pond. However, essentially we are all here, in the same place, in this time, sharing this very particular portion of our individual journeys on this earth.

There are many words that keep being used around here –  I’m so familiar with them, I could create a little booklet of them with quirky explanations of each. The one that falls, quite easily, in the top-5-most-used-words is INVITATION. At first I liked it, mainly because I have been trained as a coach and one of the biggest learnings I have taken from my training process was that if I want to make suggestions or give advice I need to ask for permission to do so, or I need to be invited or asked to do so. Under no other circumstances do I step into that zone. Understandably.

The Invitation, is what has been lacking in many interactions, situations, stories where the intention of the action or words has been good but has been missed or has caused pain and destruction due to the lack of the invitation for the action, suggestion or words despite the (good) intention.

It comes off as imposing. Dumping ideas, thoughts, actions, deeds onto an unwilling listener or receiver.

Of late I have been realising that part of what is causing me intense aggitation is being given words (in particular) that have simply been unwelcomed. Words that have just not been invited in. This is uncomfortable, because the intention in most cases is good, the aim is to assist or alleviate some sort of negative feelings or activity or lack there-of. It comes from a good place and yet it is still intensely being rejected by my insides. It’s like receiving spam in the form of unwanted and uninvited words of wisdom – “spam words of wisdom” as I like to call it.

Here is another example, slightly more focused on a particular area of work which has been, personally, a really difficult topic to tackle, the topic of “development aid”. This topic – for me – begs the question: “What is help, really?” and “what it true freedom?”.

I believe that this article begins to touch on what I’m talking about, through looking at the instance of the KONY2012 video.

My final thoughts when dealing with people, especially those in a dark place, approach with caution and assist only when assistance is asked for.

Wait for the invitation. Listen for it.

(Source of image above)