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A picture paints a 1000 words.  When you are the subject senses and memories are captured too.  Mixed in with the colour the brush immortalizes a fragment of your essence. My mother’s friend Di lived in a house who’s terracotta walls blended into the setting of her home in the Valley of 1000 hills in Natal.  Mum placed a wicker …

** please don’t click ‘like’ if you’re not bothered to open a post ** I was quite mystified when a few times after posting a blog I would see that a few people had ‘liked’ the post but my stats showed 0 views yet.  Then I noticed on the reader page that you can ‘like’ a post without actually clicking …

This morning we visited the Neighbourgoods market @ 73 Juta street in the Jo’burg inner city.  What a find!  The foods on offer are really special.  I first heard about it when I bought olives from Chrisna’s olives at a champagne tasting, they are outstanding.  We sat down at a table for a Cappachino and came home with yummy Thai …

I have a big problem with political correctness, in my view it highlights differences more than anything.  It also creates stress and tension as people have become afraid to address others in case they get it wrong. In South Africa most white South Africans have a deep sense of shame due to Apartheid even though most of us did not …

Recently I got around to watching ‘Pride and Prejudice’.  What struck me more than the famous Darcy gaze was the romance of the lifestyle.  It left me longing for the days before cell phones & computers.  Make not mistake, I love using them but they have created a social void.  Facebook can never compete with visiting a friend for a …

One big problem with life is that the bad guys don’t carry sabres or dress in black gowns.  There may be heavy breathing but it’s not a dead giveaway that evil lurks behind a mask.  In reality the bad guy’s mask may well be a mop of blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute smile.  Of course the lines between good and …

I’m posting this mainly to do a test blog. Keen to try it out, it seems that I registered 3 years ago and forgot that I had. I wrote this poem a few months after I met my husband. On 5th March we will have been married for 6 years. I am grateful That I didn’t have to wait another …

Filled with a sense of expectation I wrote the following poem the day before the November convention.  The winds of change rustle the bushveld. Pregnant clouds herald a storm. Parched earth thirsts for fresh life. African sun prepares for new dawn Acacia woos the weary To rest in her spring clothed shade The dove sings in soft tones that peace …