MBA meets Mzanzi

MBA meets Mzanzi

Living in Africa has taught me to be suspicious of every email in my inbox. I am always on the lookout for the next scam, the next guy who wants to invest my money, the next prophet who can find my lost lover or the entrepreneur who can sell me one product that can...
Words are messy.

Words are messy.

We have a patient named Herman. He is very young – early fifties – and has vicious cancer. Every morning just after six, his business partner and best friend, Stefan, arrives with a coffee for himself and Herman. This was their tradition for years and now,...
Stories

Stories

 I’ve always loved a good story. We come from a long line of tale-tellers. My grandfather, uncles, and brother shared glorious narratives that transported you away from reality and are sometimes even sprinkled with a touch of truth. My mom and sister knitted bedtime...
Sorry.

Sorry.

Let’s be honest, when you stay with us, it is not because you’ve always dreamt of coming to recover or receive care. What we offer here my friend, is without a doubt a full-blown grudge purchase. I know people would much rather spend their time walking a Camino or...
Tattoos

Tattoos

I’m fairly certain that when you read the title of this blog, you will think I have officially run out of things to write about.  Usually, the only time I mention tattoos is when I threaten my offspring with “I don’t mind if you get inked, but if you do, it will...