I had been looking at the rather sad figures of South Africa’s economic condition when a small Zimbabwean family arrived. Their clothing was dusty and they looked tired. The man introduced himself as Arthur, the woman as Matilda and the small child as Mary. They were looking for a place
Tannie Susanna van Wyk was an unhappy person. When I arrived at their home to collect bags of chicken manure for our garden, she was in the kitchen, her face looking like thunder, to use a colloquialism. Outside, their teenage Zimbabwean gardener seemed to have gone insane. He was as
A long, long time ago when I was an apprentice telecommunications technician, and that was very long ago, the qualified technician to whom I was assigned, told me his theory about how to get promoted. “The bosses have to know about you,” he told me. “If they don’t know about
We have two dogs. One is a middle-aged lady called Chloe. She is black. A little grey around the mouth reveals her age. Tiny grey spots around her head are marks of past battles. Chloe does not always act her age. She is part poodle and part pit bull. The