The Winter Owl Weighs In An owl has come to perch on the railing of my neighbour’s balcony. I’m inside by the fire watching him intently, Hoping he’d do something interesting, but he just ignores me with the intensity Of someone older and much wiser than me. I am curious as to why he is… Continue reading The Winter Owl Weighs In – a poem
I had a wonderful dream last night. I dreamt I wrote a compelling thesis about, and got a Master's Degree in, along with pats on the back by my fellow peers for a paper on: 'Demystifying Sellotape.' I actually woke up in the middle of the night and laughed out loud. Before I settled back… Continue reading I Had a Dream About a Dream I Have
My son didn't want to go to school today on account of the fact that it was raining hard. He moaned and complained and contorted himself into shapes of agitation, but of course in the end, he had to go. The fact that he thinks rain should be a good reason to skip school is… Continue reading It’s Easier to Handle Winter When You’ve Got Soup!
I'm part of a reading group on Facebook, it's pretty cool; there are members from all over the world and everyone is always very polite and there are no silly arguments or stupidly arrogant people in it, except that one time someone tried to fight for the right to get away with bad spelling and… Continue reading If Knowledge Be the Food of Love, Read On!
Peter drove his cab mostly at night. He liked the lights of the city and the ease of traffic. Everyone seemed much more relaxed at night. The darkness also appealed to him for another reason; it hid in its depths the vile creatures he spent his nights looking for. Do you want to read the… Continue reading Peter and the Key to Heaven
Today I cracked a joke on my Facebook page that I was going to visit all the self-help and inspirational pages and posts and comment: 'No duh!' on each of them. I was scrolling and I saw something that seemed incredibly obvious to me and that's what got me started. But in truth, today was… Continue reading Why seeing a shrink is good for me and you
Johnny Clegg, legendary South African musician known as 'The White Zulu' died at the age of 66. Everyone loved him because of his passion for South African tribal music and dance, and his love for Zulu culture, which he absorbed growing up in the streets of Joburg, mingling with witch doctors, street musicians and migrant… Continue reading On Johnny Clegg and why we should all want to be the white Zulu