A letter to the missing piece.
Three bird visits
In the last week, I’ve been privileged to have been visited by three different types of birds.
Another sunny day in Uitenhage
Mental Health Gripes: The Far Side
After my somewhat scathing remarks on mental health in South Africa only partly and incidentally directed at the medical professionals – it is the system I’m trying to reflect upon – it seems only fair to also highlight the difficult plight of the shrinks.
An open letter to my fellow former Springbok rugby fans.
Let us not be sad. After all, as all South Africans know, dead Springbok means biltong.
Will the (Springbok) World end in Wales?
During my personal trials this week I’ve been telling myself: At least I’m not a worn-out, toothless herbivore facing a raging red dragon with my back to a cliff, a crag or a crevasse in the Welsh winter this weekend.
Alas, what awaits the hapless herbivores in the land of other people’s fathers tomorrow?
An open letter to the Springboks, from the fans.
Things have not been the same between us for a long time now.
2016 has been a particularly hard year for me. I’ve learnt a lot, but in a way and manner which I hope, I never have to survive again.
In this post I want to write a tribute to someone I’ve lost – I believe it to be the greatest loss of my life.
It really has been a very hard year.
Now, you give the world Donald Trump … and take Leonard Cohen in the same week? Things are getting out of hand.
Please, may we discuss?
like-minded mere mortals