Musing and reflecting on all sorts of issues.
“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.
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.
A letter to the missing piece.
In the last week, I’ve been privileged to have been visited by three different types of birds.
Another sunny day in Uitenhage
Let us not be sad. After all, as all South Africans know, dead Springbok means biltong.
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.
Dear God
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?
Yours sincerely
like-minded mere mortals