Thursdays are busy days in my suburb. It is the day our rubbish and recycling is collected, and long before the trucks rumble down the road, the rubbish-gleaners arrive. The more ‘official’ ones drag a small cart behind them, with a large canvas bag stretched across it. Others carry plastic bags in which to hoard their small treasures. The most desperate ones of all don’t even have a bag. Their sole aim as they open bins, releasing flies and the stench of decay, is to look for anything that will fill their stomachs for an hour or two. Yes, Thursdays are busy days in my suburb. Continue reading
Fear has many facets, and recently I discovered an unexpected one, which has taken a sneaky hold of my life. I’m not quite sure how to shake it, but ‘naming’ it may be a good start, so here goes.
Not too long ago, I was reading an article on the psychology of procrastination. I should have been writing a blog, re-writing some edits, or collating my short-story collection, but no— I was reading articles about procrastination. It’s something I’ve been struggling with the last few weeks. I don’t feel like writing blogs. I don’t feel like composing tweets. I don’t feel like…well you get the picture! Continue reading
There was a time when quoting Nelson Mandela could lead to a prison sentence. Under the Apartheid regime, the quoting of banned or imprisoned people was a criminal offense. Yet today, Mandela is one of the most quoted people in the world. His words are wise, compassionate and often funny. Reading them, one gets a sense of his respect for all people, his humility and his deep love for South Africa.
So today—as our beloved Madiba faces the last great hurdle of his life—I want to share just some of his words of inspiration and insight, maybe even a warning or two. His words, just as his life, are a legacy to us all. Continue reading
The great philosopher, Dr Seuss, once wrote a book called “Oh, the Places you’ll Go!” After “Green Eggs and Ham”, which I read so often to my children, that they can just about recite it ten years later, this is my favourite children’s book. It’s the story of a little character going off to ‘Great Places’. It’s the story of you and me. Continue reading
Last week I came close to settling in Haran. Where on earth is Haran, you may be asking, your fingers already poised to type it into Google. Let me explain.
Haran is the place on your life’s journey where you decide enough is enough; you’re not going any further on this futile voyage. It’s the place where you convince yourself you’ve come far enough and let go of your dream to go any further. Continue reading
Last week I had a little taste of what a UN meeting must feel like. I was attending the LittWorld 2012 Conference in Kenya, with the theme “Publishing for Global Impact.” There were 194 delegates from 50 countries, and today I would like to introduce you to a few of them. Continue reading
The 2012 Olympics are behind us—done and dusted, so to speak. Each of us is left with our own favourite memories of the great games. If you are a South African, one of those will probably be Chad le Clos narrowly beating the almost invincible Michael Phelps. Other names heading the ‘greatest moments’ lists will likely include Bolt, Zonderland, Murray and Pearson.
As wonderful as it was to witness and celebrate these great triumphs, there is one particular Olympic moment that goes beyond a celebration, to become an inspiration. The fact that it was a fellow African who gave rise to it is, for me, an added bonus. Continue reading
Recently I found a truly remarkable document. Do you want to see it?
Are you sure?
Maybe you should sit down for this.
Okay, here goes…
Ta Da! Continue reading
Recently I met a truly wise woman of God. We were at a Writer’s Conference and she was facilitating the Poetry track. As this was not my group I had little reason to interact with her. Every morning, however, Heather would read a reflection, her soft Irish accent breathing life into the beautiful slow words, lifting them up to dance, and touch my soul. Continue reading
The sunset sky, shining with an array of hues
Silently declares your creativity
And I wonder if you crafted me
From such a vast palette of colours.
Right now I feel only grey and drab.
Then I remember I am your “poiema”, your masterpiece
Of which you are the most proud.
Forgive me for not reflecting your glory, like that still sky
For repressing my creative radiance
For feeling unworthy
When I am shaped in your very own image. Continue reading