We were on holiday when the news about Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela broke late Thursday evening. With little to no internet, WordPress was not an option (if you don’t blog it, did it really happen?), but the past few days have been a period of introspection for the whole of South Africa. It has been years since I tried my hand at writing verse. It follows below.
Madiba and the Child
They called you Terrorist
But I did not understand how
a man so full of love
could inspire terror.
They called you Father
And I worried that
Your own children
Would resent us.
They called you Old
But I had never seen
an old man dance the way
We were only children.
We called you Hero.
The old man who bent down
to talk to us.
For us, that was enough.
I do not really have much else to say but that, despite my experience with illness and death, part of me always believed he would never die. Click here for my tribute to Tata Madiba for Youth Journalism International.
Note: Nelson Mandela loved children and was the patron of the Nelson Mandela Children’s Fund. In lieu of flowers, many are donating to the Nelson Mandela Children’s Hospital Trust, for the large children’s hospital being planned for Johannesburg.
I grew up by the ocean. Feeling the sand under my nails and scrabbling as the water tried to swallow my sandcastles was second nature to me. In the late summer months, after-school activities meant going to the beach. I am glad I have never had to live inland, but I am convinced that my first year at university was so difficult because I was thirty minutes from the nearest beach with no transport to get there. These days I spend every weekend by the sea with The Boy, and recently I spent almost four months living on the sea. So, love is not the right word for how I feel about the sea. It is more like, LIFE. Here are just a few of my favourite “sea” pictures.
Where I spent most of my Summers as a kid (and still do)
My travels showed me that the sea is never the same. It was too warm to my liking in India (pictured) but still incredible.
Somewhere in Cape Town
Watching The Boy kite surf taught me a new appreciation for the sea
Linking up with Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge
P.S: click here for some photo’s of Cape Town seas during the Super Moon – it is not called the Cape of Storms for nothing!
This week’s weekly photo challenge with The Daily Post looks to the future. In my immediate future is touching on home base! In fact, right now we are sailing past the East Coast of South Africa, and just a few hours I was giddily staring at the lights of Durban’s coastline. I even have cell phone reception! But it is night time, so I do not have a decent photo to offer of that, at this point.
Happy Christmas! I have just had a delicious Christmas lunch with the family, and I feel incredibly blessed. Life is good. Today’s Top Ten Tuesday with The Broke and The Bookish is a freebie, so that those who are too busy celebrating aren’t left out. I wouldn’t have posted this if not for the post-lunch lull. I’ve done a Top Ten Quotes before, but here are ten excellent quotes from books I read in 2012.
This week’s TTT with The Broke and the Bookish is the both dreaded and wonderful REWIND. Click here to see all the past topics used for previous TTTs. I chose Top Ten Minor Characters. It was a bit of a challenge because I hardly remember the names of major characters, never mind minor characters! I love them all, though, so I gave it a try.
Sue Carey is a driven, 20-something doctor struggling to preserve her sanity, sobriety, and humanity in the corridors of one of Cape Town’s biggest public hospitals. Finding imaginative ways of saving patients is her life’s work, though finding a man who wants more than a one-night stand would be nice as well.
Guys… This book blew my mind. It is actually set in the hospital where I’m training – with a different name, though. Unless it has two names, which is possible.
Do you know how freaky-cool it is to read a book that coincides so well with your own experiences? Well, it is freaky-cool.
Dr Carey is a Registrar (a.k.a. Resident) in Internal Medicine. She has an Intern who is a little annoying and medical students who have learned how to get away with doing as little as possible (she teaches them with passion, though).
Earlier this year, at the Cape Town Book Fair, I met Robin Malan. Malan is a South African author and editor and one of my idols. He edited most of the English Alives in which I have published, and he was co-editor of Yes, I am! Writing by South African Gay Men.
So anways, I admire him and I was at the the stall of Junkets Publishers (which he owns) when I saw him. In the flesh. And, so excited that I didn’t realise I was nervous, I said hi and started gushing about his work and English Alive. When the poor man finally got a word in sideways he smiled and asked, “So what is your name?” Mortifying. Who speaks to an author (or anyone for that matter) without introducing themselves? Oops.
I recently read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. It is not one of my favourite books, but it definitely is noteworthy to some extent. For one, I think that apart from the Bible, it is the oldest piece of writing I have ever read.
One of my first bits of writing for Youth Journalism International back in 2008 was for their annual back-to-school advice feature. Today, they have published a piece of mine for college freshmen. Click the image below to be taken to the article on YJI’s blog.
I must come across as a real annoying know-it-all. I’m not, sorta.
But I do get annoyed with online hoaxes. I don’t really care how cute they are.
I don’t have a problem with Photoshop, but trying to sell a Photoshopped image as real constitutes lying in my book. So there.
The picture alongside has had all the mommies and wannabe mommies going gaga on Pinterest. It’s cute though right? It even makes my uterus feel tingly.
But it’s not real. And here’s why: