“Why don’t you blog about Zuma?” my sister asked.
Here is why.
On Sunday night I watched Carte Blanche‘s viewer poll suggesting 90% of the viewers thought the latest cabinet reshuffle was the last straw.
Unfortunately, I doubt it was. I will lend my support to #BlackMonday and April 7 stay-aways just in case, but I don’t believe anything is about to change.
Continue reading Why nothing is about to change
Some days are harder than others. Or that’s how it is for me.
Truly, I wish I were one of those remarkably consistent people. Especially since I work with young people, consistency would have been not just handy, but logical and just. Alas, I don’t possess it.
Continue reading One of those days
The first version of this poem was written when I was fifteen. Regrettably, it still applies.
Continue reading Traan
This has nothing to do with politics or blasphemy. The time has come to speak harsh words about the murders of those who produce our food.
Continue reading Our Farmers
Sometimes reality is dubious to me.
Hennie Aucamp has a beautiful poem called ‘n Buurman Digteby (a close neighbour). The poem describes the presence of a ghost, presumably the awareness of death by whom we are all followed throughout life.
At times I’ve wondered if that ghost always stays in its place.
Continue reading Real World Relative
This category is called “Poemish” because I don’t think of what I write as poetry. I fear calling it that might be too arrogant.
However, this is one attempt of which I remain proud and fond – and I’m as unable as unwilling to change my feelings.
Continue reading My shrink se kat
Kidney Complications – An Update (Part 5)
Breaking the silence
No news is good news, they say. It’s been a month since my last post, but not because of everything being well. At this point, it is only fair to write an update on the kidney story. This post is not good news, though. The continue reading tag will be just below this paragraph.
Continue reading Kidney Complications