I don’t know about you and what happens in your house, but in my house we all have different skills sets.   Gerhard is responsible for holidays, booking, paying and actually getting us there.   I pack, clothes for flying holidays, clothes and food and medical supplies for self-drive holidays.   I buy groceries and direct Sekai what to cook when, Gerhard does a mean braai and he makes delicious curry and pasta.   I tend to do most of the shopping in the house, Gerhard has to buy cars.   You catch my drift. For my sins I seem to be responsible for IT…please note that I do not possess any specific IT skills.   For some reason I just seem less afraid of embracing technology.   As a working mother I don’t have a lot of free time.   Weekends are for shopping (groceries and clothes for the kids mostly).   This past weekend was spent setting up Liam’s Xbox.   The poor kid saved up forever to buy a new Xbox.   Gerhard had to work on Saturday, so the kids and I set off to buy the said Xb

Dear A team parent I am writing to you today to tell you that I am ok, my husband is ok and my B team kid is doing fine too.   We are happy, the kids are enjoying whatever activity we they are participating in today.   All in all, all is well with the world. We get up, we have breakfast, we drop the kids at school, we go to work, we get home when the sun has already set.   We chat, we have dinner, we talk about our days, the highs and the lows, we go to bed and tomorrow we do it all again. I don’t know where some of you get the energy to spend your daylight hours at school.   It must be exhausting trying to hold down a meaningful job, raise happy well balanced kids, geared for the challenges that they will face and to still spend an inordinate amount of time at school?   You must never sleep, I admire you, hats off.   You are truly super human beings.   I get tired just looking at the sheer volume of WhatsApp’s you manage to fire off in a day, for multiple kids in multiple

I have been taken hostage and there is absolutely nothing that you can do to help me.  It has been one thousand two hundred and seventy one days and sixty seconds and I fear for my sanity and my life.  Money won't free me.  I need to stick this out for another couple of years before I will escape.  Only time served will free me.  Come to think of it, it is more like prison!  I have of course been added to class and sport WhatsApp groups by people that meant well at the start.  Bearing in mind that my kids are in a decent (and rather expensive) private school, the level of questioning never ceases to amaze me and I mostly find myself sitting on my hands to not respond to the daily stream of questions.  Each child has a homework book, and the new mom's in Grade 1 are the worst.  it is not as if any child will fail Grade 1 if we get the maths wrong on the first day of school.   The school sends out a weekly newsletter with a detailed summary of exactly what will be happe

I wrote this one in 2017, a year ago and I am only getting around to publishing it now.  Whilst a lot can change and has changed in a year, we still have  along way to go.  We went to see Johnny Clegg in his spectacular final goodbye show at Montecasino last year.  What an emotional experience.  We sometimes forget about the horrors of the apartheid era and what it must have been like in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s being a white man dressing up like a Zulu, performing his ikasi music.  The show was quite anecdotal and reflective and Johnny describes how he met Sipho, when the latter came to Johannesburg and waited outside Johnny’s parents’ flat and asked if Johnny was “Big Ears”.  You are pulled back to the dark days when black and white people were not allowed to be friends, to perform together etc. He now smiles when he tells his tales of arrest, but surely at the time nobody could have been smiling.  One of the highlights of the show is when Asimbonanga is pe