What would they say, if they could?

What would they say, if they could?

I’m related, not by blood, but in the winding ways of family ties, to a lady named Barbara. She’s in her mid -eighties, from the silent generation, but there has never been anything silent about her. She was the kind of woman, whether you liked her or not, that you...
What we owe each other.

What we owe each other.

Many moons ago, my appendix tried to kill me. I ended up having it removed during an emergency surgery late at night. Afterwards, I felt scared and sore and was vomiting. A cleaner walked into the room and noticed my distress. Her name was Esther. I’ll never forget...
Faith, medicine and the in-between

Faith, medicine and the in-between

Note: as always, names and details have been changed to protect the identity of the individuals involved.   I apologise in advance. This is an angry blog born out of frustration. Some time ago, I was involved with raising funds for children with life threatening...
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...