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Nelson Mandela, first commander of the armed struggle against the apartheid regime in South Africa, buried a gun at his secret hideout shortly before he was betrayed by the CIS and captured by the South African police.
What if I had told you that the mechanism of your brain is like plasticine and could be moulded to your own unique set of beliefs and hence abilities? Could you afford not to even try to step into a new reality? Would you dare?
Ornithology, cultural sociology, & nature conservation mingle in this splendid book. The author spent his boyhood on the bird-rich slopes of the northern parts of the Drakensberg Mountain range. He & his friends frequently ventured into the forests, hunting birds. His strong association with birds developed during that time-but so did his sense of guilt. From this conflict emerged a thoughtful conservationist. Who decided to ultimately write a book.
This led the author into research on how and why birds were given names in his native North Sotho, and why certain birds behaviours were so accurately interpreted by their traditional black neighbours. He soon realized that an enriching relationship existed between birds and people, and that it was a relationship well worth preserving.
Child minding is one responsibility which is generally taken lightly. Child minders are often employed in a casual manner. Frequently there is no synchronisation between the parenting style used by the child minder and that adopted by the biological parent/s. Conscious investment is usually not made in the emotional well-being of the child minder.
We are what we grow, cook and eat. Mphophomeni’ s gardeners and cooks are an example of what South Africa can and should be. Through the pages of this delightful book, readers will come to love and admire a remarkable and resilient community. The recipes so generously offered are not only delicious but also insightful – each one allows the reader to taste a piece of the story.
BEING BLACK AND BI-POLAR IN SOUTH AFRICA
‘My struggles with mental illness were in some ways like a child crying out for attention; more than that they were a cry for help from the mind I felt trapped in. There was a darkness in me that many times swallowed me whole.’
This is how Keamogetswe Bopalamo introduces her account of her troubled early life. It is an intensely personal account, and yet it speaks to a reality much broader than itself. In the exciting whirl of South Africa’s post-apartheid society, there is this darker side: the confusions, the fears, the rebellions, the degradations and emotional pain.
