Bestest Friends Ever-Ever!...
Description of Book:
Even though they are different in every way, it doesn’t stop Boomba and Poyoyo from being the bestsest friends ever.
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Description of Book:
Even though they are different in every way, it doesn’t stop Boomba and Poyoyo from being the bestsest friends ever.
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.
‘n Woning in ‘n hoë sekuriteitsgebied in Suid-Afrika is nie altyd so veilig soos die inwoners vermoed nie. Hierdie realiteit vorm die basis vir die storie van ontvoering en eensame opsluiting in ‘n donker kelder vir gewelddadige en onheilspellende redes. Die kelder is ‘n vuil en somber plek waar die gevangene stadig wegkwyn van eensaamheid en wanvoeding. Die polisie het min leidrade en hulle ondersoek vorder stadig.
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.
One day I suddenly thought, “My goodness, where’s Gareth?” So, I started looking. Last I heard, he was working with the British Army in Iraq, doing long stints: I tracked him down to prison cell in Kuwait. He had been used as a drug mule, nabbed and sentenced to death by hanging. His death was commuted to life and then further reduced to 15 years. When I located him, he had already been inside for four years. Thereafter I sent him a letter, every month, for 67 consecutive months. My Letters to Kuwait, were received by Gareth on his hidden device: news and comment on life in South Africa, my reflections on humanity and our world.