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 live in the city. When I travel to rural parts of South Africa, I’m always fascinated by the vibrancy, colours, huts, hawkers, street stylists and street markets. I love the women carrying wares on their heads and babies on their backs, the men roasting … Continue reading Pics, privacy and poverty porn.
Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Sighs. A slight breeze. Tears. Drumbeats. Lots of them. People expressing their shock, sadness and immense gratitude for a legend. Music. The sound of Johnny Clegg’s music filtering through our homes, suburbs, cars, the radio, television sets, in our … Continue reading Sounds of this morning
Start way in advance. Send an email requesting a booking and the costings. Wait a few days, resend the email. Think perhaps you have the wrong address, look hard to find another one. A few more mails, resist the urge to type in CAPS, finally … Continue reading How to book a tour to Robben Island and stay sane in the process.
I thought I should stop hibernating and decided to go to a movie. Cinema Noueveau, Rosebank, Sunday afternoon. I parked my car in the Rosebank Mall and arranged for Sibiso, from the informal sector, to wash it. I paid him in advance and walked to … Continue reading Wtf, Inefficiency
I thought I suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder. And maybe I do. I am not so happy in cold weather and feel a definite malaise. But I realise I suffer from something else too. The Post Vacation Blues. The oddness is that … Continue reading On coming home
‘There’s an odd smell in the kitchen,’ my son said, before heading out for the day. ‘Can’t smell a thing,’ I replied. ‘Bye hon, have a good day.’ I went out in the garden, picked a few home grown delicious beetroot, stood over the sink … Continue reading Everyone has a story