You are fifty four years old There are tears, still many tears You tell your story in IsiXhosa Your daughter interprets Age thirteen A belt around your neck She pulls it tighter She has a name Mom The nurturer The… Read More »A Sjambok, a belt and an axe
Are you out of your mind? It’s 3.30am in the morning and you want to do what? ‘Bath you, mam.’ I kid you not. When I asked why, the answer I got astounded me. The nurse said, “Our shift ends… Read More »Sorry Doctor, Are you Saying I have a Soccer Ball in My Stomach?
In the late 60s and early 70s in South Africa, there was rock n roll, curfews and banned books. The curfew did not affect me, neither did the rock n roll, it was the books that did. Hidden in the… Read More »A Personal Experience of South African Authors
Photo by v2osk on Unsplash My day began with a quick google search, like all creatives. Both a distraction and an enduring term. I use; drum roll please – wait for it – Duckduckgo. Yes, all 62 and a bit… Read More »Writing, Vodka, Dentures and Duckduckgo – Stories are Everywhere
I spent this morning reading a small book suggesting online magazines I could write for. There was a lot of excitement when reading through what the different magazines might pay for an article of spiritual encouragement. $50 and some would… Read More »I Vowed To Never Live Through My Offspring – Today I’m Reinventing Myself