FINDING HENS AND LAYING EGGS
Farm, fun and life tools all in one ‒ a fantastical world that belongs to Ellie, Johnny, Nala and Tuma ‒ the Gift Gang team!
There are 6 products.
Active filters
Farm, fun and life tools all in one ‒ a fantastical world that belongs to Ellie, Johnny, Nala and Tuma ‒ the Gift Gang team!
Samuel John Frederick Platt was born two months prematurely and rushed into the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. It soon became apparent that the new-born had a rare disease, confounding specialists and sending his parents, Melissa and Fred Platt, on an emotional rollercoaster as his condition was misdiagnosed several times.
His distraught parents stood by Sam’s side and advocated for his needs, while feeling ignored by some of the health care professionals assigned to Sam’s care. After more than a year in a private hospital in Johannesburg, Sam’s parents managed to get a second opinion and secured a transfer to a hospital in Cape Town.
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.
Intrigued by the question, ‘How do you prepare a leader for a path that he will travel only once?’ Coen Bester set out on a discovery journey to find a credible solution to this challenge. Inspired by the power and elegance of the modern day GPS, he came up with the human equivalent of a GPS – the Personal Guidance System, or PGS. He takes the reader along a fascinating journey of self-discovery as he puts the device together in true engineering fashion.
I am a Coloured woman of South Africa. The blood flowing through me was despised by apartheid, for it was not pure and it was not White. Because of this, I struggled with feelings of self-doubt and shame.
Given the fact that the engineering of apartheid society was highly geographic, any serious attempt at building a new society has to examine spatial distortions in
South Africa.