Bestest Friends Ever-Ever!...
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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.
How God Reveals His Presence to Us and to Our Children
Could it be that we, as adults, often undermine God's love for our children and limit His presence in their lives because of our own hurts and pain? In desperate times where broken families, teen suicide, abortion, AIDS, and other issues are on the rise, how can you raise your children to be Godly, yet not religious, and teach them to have a healthy long-lasting relationship in their marriage?A lot can happen when a comfortable American lifestyle is purposely disrupted. The author was a middle-aged, conservative, Christian, Midwestern mom who embarked on an unexpected journey when she questioned her faith, left suburbia and moved across the world in search of a transformative spirituality.
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.
Evelyn walked towards the cluster of flame lilies, each one a cup of flickering scarlet edged with trickling gold, growing up from the deep, rich, red African soil. She bent down gently stretched her arms around them, just able to touch her fingers
together, and breathed in deeply. The smell of green … only here on this land.
In the late 1980’s and early 1990’s three young people, whose life experiences and personalities couldn’t be more different, and each of whom carry deep emotional scars travel to Tanzania.
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.