Writer Published on October 5, 2013

I decided I wanted to move from Durban to Cape Town. I wanted to be near family and my sister, lived there. When I told my parents of this, Mum’s response was: “Gaynor, there’s no way you’d be able to afford a place in Cape Town. The prices are astronomical. Why don’t you rather move

Writer Published on September 28, 2013

Before my accident Elzabe Zietsman and I put on a cabaret in which we sang and performed short sketches. In one, I told the audience a true story about me and Tobin Shostakovich. Great name, huh? Tobin Shostakovich! But he was known as Toby or Tobe. If I had had my way, he would definitely

Writer Published on September 21, 2013

One Christmas when I still lived in Durban, I flew to George to spend the holiday with my family. Because Mum and Dad’s house was so full of guests, for my first four days before Christmas I slept in the back room with my nieces, Kirsten and Sarah. Oh yes, forgot to mention a vital

Writer Published on September 16, 2013

The older one gets, the faster time seems to move! I remember my thirtieth birthday party. And that was twenty-two years ago. Twenty-flipping-two years ago! But I remember it clearly. So clearly. Shirley Johnston is one of  my closest friends. When I was playing in Camelot we used to share a lift to the State

Writer Published on September 11, 2013

Three months down the line, what differences has having my second CI made to my life? Let me tell you a story! I used to have a great voice. It was clear, strong and true. (Hmmmm, okay, so modesty might not be one of my strong points, but with brain damage, one always tends to

Writer Published on September 6, 2013

Norene Blom lives in the flat opposite me. She is a lovely girl with a sparkle in her eye and a ready smile. I like her! Whenever I go away, she very kindly “bird-sits” for me. Spencer, my cockatiel, can be an extraordinary pain. Whenever a “new” person is in his vicinity he shouts loudly,

Writer Published on September 1, 2013

Dogs are amazing beings. Every night I take off my hearing appliances and go back to being as deaf as 43 doornails. Perdita, my dog, somehow senses this and from the moment my hearing appliances gets put in their box, I have one incredibly avid guard-dog, sensitive to all the night sounds. It was about

Writer Published on August 27, 2013

I was standing outside the front gate waiting for my lift to arrive. It was a beautiful, crisp winters day. The sky was that “South African” blue. I can’t think of a  better word to describe it – South African blue. Come to South Africa merely to see the skies. They are like no other!

Writer Published on August 22, 2013

While in Cape Town I had lunch with an old friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen for simply ages. It was so good seeing Susan Danford once more. I was reminded of how much I like her! She told me of this class that she and a friend organised for underprivileged women. They all

Writer Published on August 16, 2013

“Ohhhh, CJ, help me! Please, please help me!” I mutter as I charge to my phone. This is a scenario that Perdita, my dog, and Spencer,my cockatiel, my “children”  are well accustomed to in my apartment. CJ is my Computer-Whizz and friend and is called upon to help this computer illiterate person – often! CJ

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