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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?
In everyone of us is a stranger yearning to be found.
A child grows up in a small town on the Black Sea, which soon becomes her imaginary prison. Afraid of being suffocated by a society in which sexism and masochism are the norms, she dreams of flying to her freedom.
She dreads the life of an obedient Muslim woman, and particularly of losing her identity before she can find her freedom.
Here are two Ugandan women, both of whom married European diplomats – one representing Belgium and the other France – and as a consequence both found themselves committed to unusual lives as wives and mothers – from the shores of the tiny Comoros Islands, through the restless streets of Beirut and Dhaka, to the gigantic Middle Kingdom of China.
This delightful book is a collection of Pearl and Julie’s personal stories on their journey as expat spouses. They have “Bonjour’d”, “Ni Hao’d”, “Kemon Achen’d” and “Salaam Alaikum’d” their way through a fascinating variety of countries, bypassed some pesky firewalls, ordered food in languages they don’t speak, tasted a few quirky meals, and survived some dodgy economic and political crises.
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.
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.
