It’s been a shocking few days in South Africa another terrible murder more xenophobic violence fires and looting and shameful behaviour I feel ashamed to be South African right now My heart is breaking for Zimbabweans lining up for busses to go home For Nigerians … Continue reading Shame on us, South Africa
I’ve just read a Guardian article, link below, on walking and how good it is for us. I knew this already, dear Guardian, I’ve been walking for years and loving it. Walking gives me routine. It gets me out of bed. It also gives me … Continue reading In support of Sea Squirts
I was admonished recently by someone I admire deeply, for thinking I needed a date to dine out. ‘Go on your own, dammit,’ she told me. ‘Dress up, put on your lipstick and go and have fun.’ I knew she was right but I find … Continue reading Pablo House, Johannesburg
I was invited to lunch at the fabulous La Petite Maison, an intimate bistro in Melville, Johannesburg. It was a menu launch for food writers, bloggers and influencers, a launch to get La Petite Maison firmly on the foodie map. The restaurant is in my … Continue reading La Petite Maison, Melville
I showed my dad a tote bag today that says “I fucking love Joburg‘ and he laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. But I do love Joburg. Especially my hood. I just walked the streets, took in the beautiful … Continue reading I fucking love Joburg
It’s okay sweetie, everything’s gonna be fine I know it’s dark but you cannot sneak onto my bed Fine, I’ll put a flashlight on your pillow. Yes, next to your biscuit. Maybe we’ll find biscuits that glow in the dark. And yes, you may share … Continue reading How to talk to your dog about load shedding
‘I think you should go left here?’ I said to Frederika. ‘I donno, it’s not really a road is it, maybe we should go back, find the right road?’ ‘Julie did say the road was bad, she didn’t say this bad, ugh take the left, … Continue reading Julie, what were you thinking?
I just want to tell a story about my son who got lost yesterday while driving a little out of Johannesburg. His phone died and he had no clue where he was but he was helped by guys at the BP Garage, then the Shell … Continue reading A story about my Son, Shell, BP, Caltex and Engen.
I left Zimbabwe when I was sixteen. Sixteen is a difficult age at the best of times and leaving behind everything that I knew was hard. I missed home and I missed my friends. I missed the Zambezi River. And even though it was just … Continue reading On Zimbabwe, home and belonging
This week I was beyond lucky to get to visit Jack’s Camp in the Makgadikgadi Pans, Botswana. I’ve always wanted to go to the Kalahari Desert and to this particular lodge so when the opportunity came up, I was like yes yes yes. Even though … Continue reading Jack’s Camp, Makgadikgadi