An Invite to the Table
It’s been an interesting, but not pleasant year. A year that has taught me many lessons, that has exposed the duplicity of many and the
The Silence
In the summer months the afternoon thunderstorms grumble loudly over the peaks, and this lifegiving water allows the grasslands of the southern Drakensberg to grow
Bashir – a short story
Bashir was sulking. Lying in the mottled shade of some African scrub, he replayed the events of his earlier unsuccessful hunt and the now detectable
The Dentist and love at first sight
We all have moments in life that we will never forget, not necessarily the obvious ones like getting married and the birth of your children,
The Bookworm and National champion
I must apologise to my readers for no post last week. I have already been contacted by a few asking if everything is ok, and
Slowing Time and Being alone
And so, the first month of 2020 is almost at an end and the month of love is nearly upon us. Do you realise that
I woke Up
I Woke up this Morning…. I woke up this morning and for no particular reason, hoped that it was raining, Being an outdoor kind of
Lessons of Nic
We all have a story…. Like a boulder on the shore, shaped by endlessly crashing waves, so too are we, wrought by the constant onslaught
Men Behaving Badly
I am the eldest of seven siblings, with six sisters, four surviving, I have a wife, two daughters and two granddaughters. As you can imagine,
Flying Cars……..
A typical summer’s day in the then Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. We are 16 and the classroom we are occupying is humid with the heat of 30 bodies in thick khaki school uniforms. We have just finished discussing the unbelievable technology that will be available in the year 2000. Robots and flying cars, doctors being able to operate without cutting and, believe it or not, telephones without wires! It is all so fascinatin
Contemplating the Last Summer
My father in law is 83 years old. We enjoy a relationship that is more like father and son than friends, always has been. He scolds, I pout, we fight and we make up….. Always over a beer.
Early on in our relationship, over beers, of course, he introduced me to esoteric thinking and reading material. It was a completely new genre for me, a different way of thinking and seeing the world – The old man has a very different view of things and how he articulates them.
