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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?
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.
LOVE AFFAIRS CAN INDUCE STEEP LEARNING CURVES.
This certainly happens to Margret Hansen, a young nursery school teacher living in a country town in post-war Germany, but longing for a broader stage upon which to live her life. Her wish seems to come true when, unexpectedly, she falls in love with a wealthy man from out of town. He opens her eyes to a glittering world beyond the drudgery of her provincial lifestyle and the home she shares with her mother and grandmother. But the stars in her eyes turn to tears when she discovers that she has become pregnant. Now she is forced to face herself, to untangle many dilemmas and to make some life-altering decisions.
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.
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.
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.
