Levels and Layers

  I’ve been realising more and more how we experience and live life through ‘levels and layers’. The friends you had in high school are now weird looking adults with marital appendages and oggly googly offspring to boot. Your junk-food eating and animal-like partying tendencies eventually catch up and suddenly a new decade …

Run your (own) race

Today I made history. Not the kind of history that would make the evening news – but the kind of personal history that celebrates my freedom. I woke up super early and although my irritated body tried to talk me out of it, I drove to the Cradle of Humankind …

When Heroes Fall

Everybody wants a hero. Not too many volunteer to be one. Let’s face it: a true hero is fictional. They come alive on 3D screens and dominate the focus of media coverage. But deep down, we all know the deal. Someone is about to fall. It’s a familiar story… someone …

Dying to be reborn

I am an idealist. I see in pictures. My life is full of metaphors and meanings – often resulting in the tell-tale eye glazing reaction of the person I am trying to channel all this passionate towards. Which is why I love writing. The white space just absorbs all the …

This is my country too

I write this letter to all who will listen to a South African woman who wishes to let her voice be heard amongst the dissenting clamour threatening the purity and promise of our hard won  freedom. I wonder what people think about when they look at me. Perhaps they see …