BRAIN PLASTICITY
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?
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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?
‘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.
Monelo was fourteen years old when he committed to a Pentecostal church. In this book he explores the consequences of the darker side of Pentecostalism in South Africa: the flawed leadership models, the objectionable conduct of foreign nationals, and the financial greed that characterises some Pentecostal churches. This is a gripping and personal account which is set against the backdrop of the author’s challenging family dynamics, the evolution of his faith in God, and a growing understanding of himself and the world as he matured into a man, a husband and a father.
That was how it had been with her marriage.
Say ‘yes’ and the road would take you. Say ‘yes’, say ‘yes’. The road had taken him right through to the end of his life and she had completed the circle with him.
It had been rugged in places and the tyres had worn thin. But in the end it had been a complete journey. A lifetime.
A shared incarnation. She had said ‘yes’ and travelled with him to the last breath. There is a last. She had been with him. And then her incarnation continued without him.
Theodor, the eighty-five year old protagonist in this engaging short novel, writes of his early years in Johannesburg in the 1930s and 1940s.
The story begins as he remembers how his journey began. It ends with his arrival in the fledgling Israeli state to serve his ancient homeland as a soldier-farmer on an outlying kibbutz. But the main focus is reserved for the often funny and always ironic accounts of the childhood and youth of an intelligent Jewish boy growing up in a dusty mining town in Africa.
Growing up in the Eastern Cape Province of South Africa in the 1950’s and 1960’s the emphasis on the way of life was completely different to the present day some nearly 70 years later.
He writes of his reminiscences of his school days and especially his involvement in sport which was compulsory. Many of life’s lessons were learnt young on the rugby or cricket fields.