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my childhood in four photos
Reading a post by tacit has made me spend a little time reflecting on my own childhood today. Here are four photographs that summarise quite a few of my memories of that time...
Thats me on the left. At this point we were still in Cape Town living in the suburbs. My mum was a crafty housewife who used to get a thrill out of dressing me and my sister ( Read more... ) -
Lessons
Learning humility has been a long and difficult road for me.
When I think about the person I used to be, I feel as though I am standing on the far side of a broad river, watching her. Her tragic-comic choices. Her terrible timing. Her brilliant timing. Her belief, (which she thought she hid rather well), that others were dim and un-interesting, and ( Read more... ) -
Pretty Man has been forbidden to fraternize with me
Sadly, my cousin seems to have scuttled my chances of toying with Pretty Man. After witnessing his flirtation with me at her party, she decided that she didnt want him to victimise me, and told him to stay away from me, or risk the suspension of their friendship. She told me this proudly on the phone last night ( Read more... ) -
When she thinks too much...
Just a little thing, that others might swat…
like a fly…
But why…
Did no one think of the ramifications? The ecological fall-out, the physics equations?
That fly was meant for a meatier fate, one that a fool would not think to debate…
The analysis would just never be undertaken,
they’d think - “it’s a fly!”
(but they’d be mistaken..)
The fly’s just a ( Read more... ) -
getting back into it
its been a while... but I am back.
I had a few things to sort through, after the murder, and my health problems. Things are way better than they used to be, and I think I am ready to get back on the horse. Have missed you all. -
after the docs appointment
After two weeks of severe stomach cramping, and falling out of bed this morning when one of my legs (the left one) decided it no longer worked, I decided to go to the doctor.
doc couldnt speculate on what it was, but ruled out a pinched nerve in my back or pelvic area. He thought it might be related to my endometriosis (which I have never actually ( Read more... ) -
today a poem
For now at last I know my worth
These honeyed hills don’t scare or soothe me
The blackened dust that summer brings
The things so normal, paced to guide me
Make me scratch when healing stings
If I had tried to sell those goods
Would they have fetched a mother’s life ?
Point me to the neighborhood
So I can buy my friend another wife
The evening bleeds with ( Read more... ) -
The rest
Abrie and Riana had lived with us for three months, but that night they had left their keys at home. What does it mean?
It means nothing.
Our captors hadn’t hurried, despite my mothers pleas. Two pack up our most expensive possessions (we can hear them wrapping and taping things), while the third watches the hostages, his grey fat nosed gun trained ( Read more... ) -
She is still dead (3)
My Mother is a very strong woman.
I have known this for years, but she reminded me a week ago.
They got to her first, and when I was brought downstairs at gunpoint, the first thing she asked me was if I was ok. I said “not really” in a small sob, all my pretence at strength gone as one of the gunmen pushed me down on the couch next to her and ( Read more... )
