Remembering …


For Dad

Great man of my life,

I think of you,


the times we shared stories of our days around the dining room table, laughing.

Your quiet confidence and humility as you shared about life and

played your favourite songs

Tales from Vienna Woods,

Let it be,

Hey Jude,

Long and winding road and

My way…


When I was a young, older and older still

you wore a vest

sitting at the dining-room table

reading a Louis L’amour cowboy book,

drinking a Hansa,

and following your horse racing

from a box radio beside you


Not that long ago I made the journey in a local bus,

from Kitwe to our first home


remembering the copper mine,

the football

at Ndola



the holidays – long tiresome trips through Beit Bridge to


the joy of the sea

you fishing

high diving

us swimming, playing, living and loving life.


And then place where I knew you,



Berea Road

Stationery Box – your last born

window dressing early on a Saturday morning

serving customers

the Ocean View Hotel

surprise peace offerings

your joy and pride as you shared

whole chickens, toasters and more.

arms full of chocolates

for the kids



your death.

The panic, the suddenness

And then the peace


I heard you say softly to mum,

“I love you Katy”


your gentleness

your love

the cards you wrote mum on her birthdays


And then

the early morning call – you had left

Great man of my life



with grateful thanks for the inspiration, Paulette Coetzee



Ever read anything by Patrick Ness?

I saw a new book sometime ago called ‘The Monster Calls’, written by Partick Ness and Siobhan Dowd.  She apparently left some thoughts, characters and ideas for a book that were discovered after her death due to breast cancer. Patrick Ness was asked to complete/write a novel. 
It has been illustrated by Jim Kay, and may I say, magnificently.
Illustrator Jim Kay

monster calls book jacket

It is an amazing read and gets one thinking about what ‘monsters’ one has in their own life…

It also opens a discussion … are monsters some kind of truth bearer!

What is wanting to break into or out of your life through your monsters?

It also begs the question… Can love handle truth?



Just love the winning streak of the BOKS!

Yes being South African means you love to watch rugby! And yes, it means you want the BOKS to win!

So today when the BOKS won at Suncorp stadium in Brisbane it was awesome!”If you’re the South African, New Zealand or Australian coach, you’re always under pressure, the team’s always under pressure. They will want to lift themselves. It will be very physical and I think it will be very fast. It will be a very quick Test match.” – South Africa coach Heyneke Meyer

Just loved what Meyer had to say about his team before the game…
“they will have to lift their game..” and lift their game they did for the full 80 mins!

The Springboks played with a passion and love for their game, their country and the results speak for themselves.
Well done guys!
We love you!
national bok team


She wears her heart on her sleeve

Have you ever heard that expression?

What picture does it conjure up for you?   What kind of person wears their heart on their sleeve?

How do you wear your heart on your sleeve?    Should you wear your heart on your sleeve?

If the heart is the seat of love, then does that mean by implication that one is wearing one’s love on one’s sleeve…..  Is this a good or a bad thing?

Can love, worn any way, be either good or bad?

At the very least, a heart worn on a sleeve is evidence of passion, vibrancy and love.  A committment to the very inner core of one’s being.

Love is a verb, so it should be worn somehow?  Shouldn’t it?

wearing her heart