Let’s be honest: the word: “lifestyle” sounds a bit pretentious, doesn’t it? A word only applicable to the rich and famous’ unattainable jet setting lives as portrayed in glossy magazines. Ordinary people don’t “really have.
A brutally honest look at the dynamics causing domestic violence. (A continuation of, and conclusions drawn from the experience described in the article: “Ripples of Violence”) I had to smile at the irony of the violent event (“Ripples of Violence.
A week or two ago, Donald was gone for the day and Natasha spent the day outside in the sun. I had noticed that she was prone to drinking too much while none of the men consume any alcohol; I was surprised when, around noon, she knocked on my.
Oh, that dreaded “L” word: LOAD SHEDDING! What about other dreaded words; the “P” word: petrol prices, or the “R” word: retrenchment? When you are, literally, sitting in the dark, counting Rands and cents to get take aways which you cannot...
In July of 1918 two great men were born, twelve days apart; one white in Natal, one black in Transkei. A teacher nicknamed the strange white boy: “Abe-in-die-bos”. Another teacher changed the black boy’s African name to a Western one.
Nothing like having no comfort zone, to shake out the old cobwebs; repair and improve the old grey matter! I must have built thousands, no; millions of new neuron pathways the last month. Could be the “cure” for old age! An alternative lifestyle.
The open springs of an old mattress serves as basis with a covered, mattress on top: a make shift trampoline right there on a sidewalk. Marvellously ingenious, I thought. A group of children were jumping up and down; showing off tricks. I looked at.
Donald will be living here for the next few weeks,” Dietmar said slowly, carefully scrutinizing my face for the slightest reaction. I keep my face and body quite still, especially my eyes, even though they wanted to open wide at his words.
Tonight I had a most singular experience. In Africa tonight, three small brown children, a little black boy and a fifty-two-year-old white woman had a marvellous party all to themselves. Were it not so lovely, it might have reminded of the Mad.