Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Code: a system of words, letters, figures, or symbols used to represent others, especially for the purposes of secrecy. It is strange how codes have played a part throughout my life. I think back to my childhood gang and I smile in remembrance. T rest ugs!!! Bggt js yehrmdio!!! (Translation: I have a news!!! Meet
“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
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.
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
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
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
Grantleigh College! I had been asked to speak at the Valedictory Service by Janet McGrath (nee Maiden). She knew me from way back in my past, when I was at Durban University. “ I was a couple of years younger than you. I used to look after you in sheer envy and admiration as you
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
‘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
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
