This morning there was a missed call and message from Detective Malatji at Sandton Police Station: “Please call me back, Mr Hobson.” Queasy adrenalin rush – that I guess might be familiar to other goodie-goodie law abiders like me. Mind racing. Had my conscientious objection to e-tolls finally caught up with me? Read more…
You may have heard these words – fog patches along the escarpment – if you have ever followed the radio weather forecast in South Africa. As a child, our farming family would pause and hush in mid-conversation at least three times a day while the forecast was comfortingly intoned. And for me, the Escarpment was a mysterious, foggy, and far-away place, talked of only in this daily ritual. continues
So this chapter draws to a close
With a bang, with a whisper
With tears of sadness and of joy.
The little boy lies waiting
For the man within to reclaim what always was
For the victim to become the victor
For the man within to run. continues
Racism is all the rage in South Africa right now: Gwede Mantashe and the ANC are using racism for their election-year defence of the indefensible; the opposition are using racism to attempt to topple Jimmy Manyi; Trevor Manuel is using racism, though I’m not sure of his game there?
And amongst this noise, I have been following, and have been deeply moved by, the work of human transformation that Jonathan Jansen has initiated at the University of the Orange Free State (UOFS). continues