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Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes

Author: By Kasia Yoko
Date: 2026-01-29

It's a new year but what, exactly, is new about it?

The world feels like it's revolting. Not just in anger, but in awakening. People are questioning narratives, shaking off illusions, looking harder at power, truth, and themselves. Something is shifting, even if we don't yet know what shape it will take.

2026 is the Year of the Rat. Clever. Restless. A survivor. The fundamental quality of the rat is its ability to adapt. The rat is also very clever; it finds cracks in the system and slips through them. Perhaps that's our cue.

But how do we make real change?

How do we unite without losing ourselves?

How do we stop the quiet decline, not of economies or infrastructure - but of our hearts?

I don't pretend to have the answers. What I do have is this column. This small, sacred space. And here in my skyshack I create.

I call my home, "Skyshack" because it's a shack high up in the sky. It's my home filled with all my treasures I love, my soulmate, my quirky Afrikanis and my neighbours.

Skyshack is my place to pause, to breathe, and to observe the world without shouting at it. Just honest, composed and researched observation of the world perched high up in the sky.

Here, I bake. I write. I pray.

These things I do are my saviours. Let's be clear I am not escaping, I am just anchoring. These are my acts of creation in a time obsessed with destruction. Here in the Skyshack I perform simple rituals that remind me who I am when the noise gets too loud.

Maybe change doesn't always start with grand gestures or viral outrage. Maybe it begins in kitchens, in notebooks, in moments of stillness where conscience is allowed to speak.

That's how I see it.

Through my eyes.

And you, what saves you?