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?
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?No White Lies is a refreshing treatise on Post-1994 South Africa.
‘It is difficult to find a more honest and brutal assessment of South Africa’s new political dispensation.
‘Kim writes that “the Rainbow Nation, consummated without revolutionary romance in 1994, has since been unmasked as a deceptive act of seduction to ensure that white power and privilege maintained a choke on the throat of the South African economy”. For those that wallow in ideological confusion and limbo, these articles should serve as an antidote to the emasculation of the South African revolution. For now, black politics is entangled in apartheid thinking, with no possibility of escaping colonial entrapment.’ – Professor Sipho Seepe
In this fast-paced adventure story, young Noah Quark tells about his incredible journey around the world in a solar-powered flying ark.
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.