Month: April 2013


Today is Freedom Day in South Africa. The “New South Africa” is 19 years old. And our home, like all homes with teenagers, echo with a great deal of door-slamming and illicit experimentation. But hopefully that, too, will pass. For… Read More ›

Loss of innocence

Nearly midnight in South African when I had finished my work and lounged around on Twitter looking for something interesting. Watched in total horror as the story of the bombings in Boston unfolded. The funny thing about living in a… Read More ›


The past few months have been heavy on the sadness front. First the thing with Oscar Pistorius. I don’t care what happened. I don’t even care what the truth might be. All I know is that I feel deep, deep… Read More ›


I have the greatest view. I seriously think so. The only contender would be someone living at the foot of Mount Everest. Maybe. Yet, my view carries my country’s past with me. The picture above shows Robben Island, where Nelson… Read More ›