I cannot help but think of Madiba during lockdown. I cannot help imagining what it must be like to be confined and isolated in a single...

DON'T PANIC! That's what it says on the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy handbook. Around the world at this very moment, all you hear...

Where are your wings? What happened to them? When did you last fly? What have you done with your wings? When I ask those questions, everyone has a sense of what I am saying. Even though they are not very rational questions. Or rather, they are not very left brain questions. Not questions that are rooted in ordinary reality. Yet we all know what is being said. Many of us instinctively think, feel or touch between our shoulder blades. We all understand what is being asked whe

This morning, on the way to my writing studio, I bumped into Little Red Riding Hood. True, we were not in a forest, but overlooking the Kalk Bay Harbour. She darted into the take away deli, her cloak and hood blowing around her in the wind. It was a blue velvet cloak and she wore black tights and booties. Her cheeks were rosy red circles, highlighted with blusher. She was small and dainty. She was blonde. She was definitely Little Red Riding Hood. It occurred to me that the

I really don't like labels. Whether it's the dress designer kind, the personality typing kind, or sector labels in the bookstores. I don't like the confinement labelling creates. The way labelling controls. Misleads. Creates illusion. Labels do more brainwashing that a host of cults. They create expectation. Take away free thinking, and dull vision. Labels make us lazy. They take us out of present time. Then we don't see what is in front of us any more. Not only does a labe

My mother kept a shrine in the kitchen. It was not a very big or very grand affair. A flame in a glass, in front of an icon, on top of the kitchen cupboard, in the far right hand corner. The flame was in a small drinking glass. Clear, with vertical grooves running halfway up its length. Water filled most of it, topped with oil. A small metal disc with a tiny wick through the middle floated in the centre of the oil. The wicks were white, bubblegum pink or blue. The oil lamp