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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.
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.
‘Okay....the decision has been made’ I advise Kim, my wife of 25 years. ‘I am now going to buy a farm, leave my law firm and pursue the country life. ‘This decision’, I continue, ‘is now final and irrevocable. I have considered the issue, weighed up the pros and cons and am now confident that this warrants no more consideration.’
‘Good’ says Kim unconvincingly, not even bothering to look up from the book she is reading.
And so it began.
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.
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.
