AI, apps and automated apologies.

AI, apps and automated apologies.

Last week, for a reason no one could possibly fathom, Eskom showed up over the weekend and quietly changed our electricity meter. In the process, they reduced our amps, so, overnight, we were limited in the amount of electricity we could use and went from 100 to 60...
Tiny hearts.

Tiny hearts.

Saturday mornings seldom find me glamorous. I’m usually dressed in my gardening outfit – old tekkies with holes in the toes, Johnson-work-wear pants and bright pink flowery gardening gloves… a fashion crime if ever there was one. I don’t even mention my hair as this...
When the news becomes real.

When the news becomes real.

On Friday late afternoon, I find myself sitting with 300 Zimbabweans in a tiny hall. There are no windows and only one entrance. We’re all crowded into the small space on plastic chairs. To reach the hall, we first drove through Alexandra township, and later Berea and...
Love, loss and a lodge full of canines.

Love, loss and a lodge full of canines.

I have a very difficult relationship with my boss. He is old and grumpy, and if we are honest, he is the epitome of someone suffering from short-man syndrome. I’m not sure how someone with so few talents, absolutely no people skills, bad breath and terribly average...