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“No one has ever become poor by giving.” Anne Frank Giving! I love receiving but it is through giving that I gain so much joy. The day before Christmas, a friend of mine took a large packet of sweets and handed them out to the children in an area of high deprivation. It gave her

New Beginnings!

I looked at all of the New Year messages that came through on Facebook. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, people want 2018 to be not only a fulfilling year but a year of change! I considered my beautiful ‘shit-hole’ country, South Africa. A diverse land made up of beautiful towns, mountains, rivers, deserts and forests.

The Christmas Tree!

We cousins were locked upstairs! The gate leading downstairs had been closed, preventing us from entering the lounge. Instead we gazed longingly at the shut door. We all knew what lay behind it. “I heard Father Christmas’s sleigh bells last night,” my baby sister, Megan, said excitedly, “and I woke up this morning and there

The Showering Angel!

There is so much need in the world. I sometimes look at the state of my town and people around me and heave a deep regretful sigh. Mark Booysen also saw the needs of those around him. He too heaved a deep regretful sigh. And decided to do something about it. Mark had been working

Thank you for the music!

I watched the dancers moving to a music I could no longer hear. Their bodies swayed and moved to a hidden beat. There was laughter, hand clapping, stamping and twirling. I wished that I still possessed a little of the grace I used to have. I would have enjoyed to have been a part of

Cook with Care!

I used to be a really good cook! My family heard this comment and promptly burst into raucous laughter! “You were never a good cook, Gaye! You made a great mince dish, but that was it!” I beg to differ. I used to make a mean spinach soup, and my casseroles were renowned! I certainly

Sky Dreaming!

‘In the absence of sleep, my restless nights have been fuelled by my overactive imagination, weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress, Creation!’ Jaeda DeWalt I love the sky. Every night at

The Best of Hosts!

Predestination. Karma. Fate. Call it what you will. The Lord smiles as my life rolls in and out of its predestined plan. As a result of my fall from the stage, my life as an actress ended. What do I do now, I thought. Panic and terror about the future engulfed me. It was too much

Writer Published on August 9, 2017
Friends!

“This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea.” ― William Shakespeare I think

My ‘Other’ Mum!

Libby is my aunt. I dislike using that word when describing Libs. ‘Aunt’ somehow seems to take away what Libby is to me. She is so much more than a mere aunt. Libs is my phenomenal, remarkable Other-Mum! As a child, I devoured the Enid Blyton’s book series Malory Towers and St Clares. As a

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