Maybe it’s about the journey anyway.

Maybe it’s about the journey anyway.

One of the interesting facts that you do not know about me is that I have personally met the dark angel; Lucifer.  It was 1984 and I did not just meet Lucifer once. I met her daily in my Afrikaans classroom. Satan stood in front of the class disguised as Mrs Pienaar....
Pit-crews in the storm.

Pit-crews in the storm.

Friday 24 April 16:30 As I’m typing I’m shivering. I’m drenched and freezing. While I run myself a bath, I’ll quickly tell y’all what happened. I had to pull a favour today. I hate doing this, but sometimes you have to swallow your pride and ask for help. Here’s the...
Beyond measures.

Beyond measures.

I was writing names on Easter gifts a few weeks ago — carefully lining up Lindt bunnies and chocolate baskets — when laughter broke out in reception. My office is close by, and I welcomed the distraction from tedious work and went to investigate. I found our reception...
An ancient disease and modern apathy.

An ancient disease and modern apathy.

Happy World TB-day everybody! This day ,24 March, is officially World Tuberculosis day. I suppose it is not like Father’s Day when we pay homage to the dads and rush out last minute to buy an overpriced card. So relax, you don’t need to rustle up a quick gift for the...
A ministry of showing up.

A ministry of showing up.

I had a great aunt and uncle – Oom Sybrandt and Tannie Barbie. They were, as my mother described, enthusiastic funeral attendees. They never missed a funeral, ever. They would drive all over the city and even cross provincial borders to attend memorial services,...
At the bookends of life.

At the bookends of life.

It was just after 9:00 on a gentle Thursday morning. We had rain overnight, and the air was crisp, with a slight breeze. I stood with a mother, Sonja, about my age, sorting through her son’s clothes, neatly packed in our wardrobe.  Her son had just died.  He was 19....