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Monday, 1 July 2013

Want a Freebie? Theres one born every minute.

Those who know me well, are aware that I love social media and some turkeys think social media stops at Facebook and Twitter.Like KFC South Africa. Its time to teach them a lesson.

How many of my South African readers want a Free Kentucky fried chicken meal?
Try finding the info and contact details for KFC in South Africa. Head Office contact number goes through to a voice-mail in the US. This company is only contactable through a third party outsourcing company that doesn't know what they're doing. In other words, while their customer service outsourced department is screwing up so royally, KFC South Africa cant even be made aware of it! And they don't want to be.

Just to prove it to you, if youre in South Africa and I mean ANYWHERE in South Africa, call this number
 0860 100 222 

1. complain about your meal. If you haven't bought one then pick one from their online menu.
2. Obviously you need to know the name of your local KFC branch and where it is.
3. They really are slow to act, so call them (and back it up by an email)every day and bug them about your free meal. They will be giving out lots of free meals very soon, so get on the band wagon and do it NOW!

But I dare you, just try it out. Phone them up and complain about any KFC meal. They will pay for your grief. Share this news with all your friends and take some pleasure in the heat they are feeling. Do it. Do it NOW!

 Anyone this stupid deserves what they get. Complain by phone, email AND to the local branch and demand that you are so dissatisfied that you want your meal replaced. Now remember this The devil is in the detail. Just complain and demand a replacement meal, you'll get one and so will all your friends who complain , and for a company that seems to have reason not to have a proper head office contact in the country of operation, it makes you wonder what they have to hide.

They are hiding behind a customer service solution that is clueless. They are clueless about people and clueless about online reputation management and since I decided to start digging after such a crap meal today, I'm surprised they're still in business at all. KFC is going to be the COMET and the HMV of South Africa. Play with me and watch!

I'm getting hold of a pal of mine at Chicken cottage and and Im going to show him the takeaway chicken business that is ripe for the harvesting, right out of KFC's tills. I'll buy the first Franchise

Monday, 18 February 2013

A breath of fresh air - Ke Leboha, Thank you!

Dr Mamphela Ramphele has offered South Africans an alternative. Oh yes, you may , so whats new, we've got the DA, Cope and other offshoots, whats the fuss?

I'll tell you what the fuss is....Dr Ramphele is not telling us what we want to hear, stirring up emotional responses and letting us get swept with the moment. She has done exactly what we needed. She has asked the audience to inform the politicians, rather than have the politicians incite the audience to place their vote this way or that, its time for the politicians to choose the people.

She has effectively said, Tell me what you want, join me and we'll do it together. All of I sudden I have this massive rush of hope, to the point that I am virtually filled to the brim with tears.

I see hope for the impoverished in my beloved country, to reach a very basic standard of living, sanitation, education, healthcare - now that the option to stop following like lambs to the slaughter has been opened and instead we can participate, engage and take ownership of our own political, economic and social future. I mean WOW! I want part of this.

Her approach means - We're all in it together, if you're poor you're poor, its not about being white poor, or black poor, its about South African poor. Nor White wealth or Black wealth, its South African wealth, We have the most amazing heritage that so many of us are blindly unaware of.

As a backyard permaculturist, I shudder every time a fire sweeps through Khayelitsha or Dunoon. - Why, you may ask, its a common occurrence? I say, because I have a proposal that I believe could virtually eliminate widespread fires in the townships within five years, Now that Im allowed a voice with Dr Ramphele, maybe I can share it.

I have a proposal that I believe could bring a higher percentage of food security to our poorest - I have hope that I can now share my ideas.

I also see a focus on what we DO have. We have incredible resources and with the correct focus on education, we can turn our country into one of the most prosperous in the world in one generation.

If you read my previous post on debt to South African Society, you will see that the point that I make is that there is so much we can share without anyone being worse off, but certainly in ways that can make us all richer, particularly as a nation.

So folks please go to www.agangsa.co.za, have a read, have a look and know that there is an option, without hate, without anger, without greed. - Now we have to share it and live it.

Ke aleboha - thank you Dr Ramphele - you have my vote - and I have yours!

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Debts to South African Society

I just know this blog post is going to raise a bit more than a few eyebrows. But I really just don't care. I really believe in what I'm writing here and I may even lose a few friends over it. In fact I have already been disenfranchised from a large portion of my family, so what the hell.....

I was born in South Africa at the end of the 1960's. A quirk of fate meant that I was born to white parents (actually my mother isn't white, rather classified as white, not quite the same thing, but more about that another day). This meant that I was born with an advantage. Access to better education, medical care, social circumstances and without a doubt opportunity.

Before those of you white South Africans reading this start rolling your eyes and arguing the already very moot points, about justifying the apartheid governments policies, get real and either read on or go learn a bit more about how our advantage put generations of others in an unfair position - for generations to come.

That said, let me get to my point. I have a oodles of criticism for the current South African government, but I believe my perspective is very different to a huge proportion of white people living in the electrically fenced, armed response ivory towers of middle and upper class suburbia.

The system put me at an advantage in so many ways that a single generation (or two or three) of BEE is not going to fix. In fact BEE is never going to fix the problems we face as a result of the inequalities in our society. Getting real and facing our moral responsibilities will however take us a lot further a lot quicker to getting there.

White South Africans need to face their fears and address them proportionately. A lot of (note I haven't said all) white fears are self fulfilling prophesies.

But let me start with the grass roots facts. I received a better education with more resources than a black child born on the same day as me. My education was targeted at entry to higher education and management possibilities. My black peers were educated to be subservient and workers and labourers.

But take it one step further, my mother had the same advantage, so I lived in a home where my mother had a  better job than the parents of my black peers, simply because of better access to education. Then too many whites are quick to forget that many of my black peers were forcibly separated from their mothers when they reached the age of two, because the law said that they were not allowed to live with their mothers in a white neighbourhood.

So on a very basic level, the disadvantage was not just education, it was the deliberate destruction of the family infrastructure forcing mothers, fathers and children to live apart - a heinous attack on the social infrastructure and society of my fellow South Africans just because they were black. How do you repay the damage caused by the destruction of social and family infrastructure?

Mr White man - So you don't like the idea of living in fear? Well for at least three generations every black man,woman and child lived in fear, not only of the known discriminatory dangers, but also the uncertainty of what might happen that has not yet been imagined. And this fear can be fixed, but only if you face it.

My advice to these "white South Africans" is to change only one thing. Stop identifying as WHITE. Identify as a South African. Look to yourself to find what you can do to make this country a better place. Stop living in fear of murder and robbery, and start giving away of yourself.

I don't mean that you should give away your belongings, or your home, but there is so much that you can share to make it a fairer society without making you any worse off. For a start, what about your education. Knowledge shared is multiplied not halved. There remains a huge and very real literacy problem in black and coloured society. If each and every South African regardless of their of their racial origin, shared some aspect  (however small) of their life's knowledge and experience to the benefit of others, we would be a great nation.

The them and us mentality, combined with a massive lack of trust is tearing the dream of a beautiful nation apart.

Lets take a look at a few issues. As a white child i was raised to be fearful of blacks. Fortunately my black nanny destroyed any attempt by the apartheid education system to instil this fear, simply by demonstrating true Ubuntu day in and day out of my life. She taught me to do things that white people havenet even heard of. I am a better person for it. She was never my inferior or equal. She was my elder, my teacher and her skin colour was irrelevant.  Her love and care is what made me realise that some black people are bad and some white people are bad. Most Black people are good and most White people are good.

I note that as the black middle class become wealthier and climb the social ladder many move into what were previously exclusively white neighborhoods  In fact where I have lived in Cape Town I noticed shortly after moving in that the majority of my neighbours weren't white, and there is no difference to the environment than when I grew up in a very similar area.

But what I have noticed is that those whites that are no longer "protected" by the government of the day in sheltered jobs and have fallen on hard times, are not integrating as well downwards. Its happening but in a very different way.

We do see the occasional white guy moving into Khayelitsha or Crossroads, but not as one would expect with the merging of societies. This illustrates exactly the them and us mentality perpetuated even amongst the poor. I had the occasion to spend some time in Guglethu last December and if the truth be told, it is obvious there are good parts and not so good parts just like the more formal environments of the city. perhaps Im an idealist but I would without hesitation spend a night in the home(be it a shack or a B&M home) of a trusted friend in Gugs, Khayelitsha or Crossroads.

Actually there are some very nice homes in these places. So here is some advice for the Black people of South Africa - welcome the white folk into what was formerly your territory. You'll find that deep down the average white person and average black person all want the same thing.....A safe home, a regular job, food on the table, the best for your kids and to be able to move forward in life - peacefully. I must disagree with those that try to say the past is the past, we must move forward. We cannot move forward until each and every one of us has taken a positive lesson from the past and applied it to our future, not only as individuals but collectively too.

Again the black man has far surpassed the white man morally. the concept of Ubuntu and forgiveness is what has meant that South Africa is still struggling to recover from a grossly underprivileged situation and not descended into the bloodshed of other countries in the world.

Mr White guy, YOU DO HAVE A DEBT to South Africa JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE WHITE. It may be uncomfortable, but its an uncomfortable truth. So rather than live in fear of the bad black guy coming to rob you, open up your life and share of yourself. Help him to feed, clothe and educate his children. Support the small business. How many white folk have thought of going shopping in Gugs? How many use a township tailor? We make our large white corporations wealthier, rather than enrich our grassroots economies. Break the hex. Go visit someone in a township.

Yes townships can be dangerous places, but to be honest so is upper class suburbia. In case you haven't noticed suburbia is targeted for robbery because its perceived to be wealthy. When us whites start putting something into black south african society we will get a lot more than just a reduced crime rate (You think we've got it bad, you should see the crime rate Khayelitsha residents have to deal with). Social cohesion comes from understanding and integration. That can only happen with effort. Try learning a black language even at rudimentary level. When a black child sees white people respecting his parents as equals he will grow up to respect his white peers as equals. And when a white face in the townships becomes the norm rather than an exception we'll know we're moving in the right direction.It cant be enforced, it has to come naturally and right now it requires effort.

So what are you doing about it, you may ask of me?

I'll tell you.

  • Every day I learn one new word from one of the 9 official black languages.
  • I help informal black business to grow at below cost , but with a conscience that knows Im not perpetuating greed but rather prosperity.
  • I deliberately support south african small business particularly those that create opportunity for those we have a collective debt to. Ever been to a township restaurant?
  • Every person I meet on the street is treated with the same respect. I feel just as comfortable sharing my hopes and fears with a woman from Gugs as I do with a woman from Big Bay.
  • I am a South African first and anything else second.
  • Where I have criticisms for my government, I have solutions to offer and suggest.
  • I am part pf the solution and NOT part of the problem.
Mr White guy, if you behave like someone who expects to be robbed and murdered then you will be. If you treat people differently because of the colour of their skin, you cant expect respect in return. Respect is earned not coerced. Share your life, your opportunity and your education and you will not become poorer, but you will enrich others around you.

So folks, I am a South African and recently when someone asked on their FB page to post your tribe (I noticed it wasn't race related) I posted Umlungu. The response was favourable despite the connotations that some attach to it. Being Umlungu can be something positive, if only we'd let it be.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Small changes Big impact

Up until now, I've really just blogged about my own life and things what I believe must be affecting others as well, and also sometimes just to get things off my chest.

But last night I watched a movie. A really thought provoking movie. The movie didn't tell me anything that I didn't already consciously or even subconsciously know. The film reminded me to stop thinking about its content and actually do something. While doing that something would essentially be for me, it has to have a benefit for those around me and my future generations, otherwise all else is useless.

The movie is called Owned and Operated and was made by www.crackinfilms.com and is available on www.truththeory.org free. It also is made and distributed under the creative commons licence so it can be copied and shared freely.

The single thought that I cannot shake off is the question why more of us are not doing something? About what, you may ask? Watch the movie, I say. Then you'll understand. And yet I've worked something out about the impact of the capitalistic, technocratic, bureaucratic, financially controlling world we live in. We have  been led into this stupour that leaves us believing that there will always be someone else to do something, so we don't have to.

Often this is perceived to be the case because we have had our self esteem and confidence so violently abused that we actually believe that we cant do anything and that we have to leave it to some inspired leader or some other more capable group or organisation.

But I was struck by something. It takes one small change to alter the course of human history, only one.

The reason we are so angry and helpless is because we have handed power to abusive and greedy politicians who not only refuse to hand it back, but are using that power to prevent us from taking it back. Well we can. How you may ask?

When a bunch of bullies come along and cause a problem on the playground, usually you'll find the kids affected will often walk away and start to play a new game somewhere else. A different game, by different rules.

Our current economy depends on us squeezing every last penny and cent to pay for products bought from the large corporations who make billions and leave the average guy on the street done over. But we only need to do one conscious thing to change this.

I frequently get a message on Facebook that says don't buy fuel from this or that company for one day, if everyone agrees then we can cripple them in x or y way. Thing is, these kinds of things could work, but we need to not buy fuel from them for weeks. The same goes for the addictive junk food that is laced with chemicals and additives. If everyone stopped buying McDonald s for a day, it would be a glitch to them. but if if no one bought a McDonald's for two months..... well that would be different.

So how does a person who cant even afford to buy a McDonald's  who has been so shafted by the system make a difference. Here's a start.

Buy, beg or borrow a tomato. Yes a tomato. In fact, get together with a friend and obtain a tomato. At worst, go dig in the bins of a greengrocer at the end of the day and find a discarded tomato.

I'm sure by now you're probably thinking, I've lost the plot, but please bear with me. I would prefer that to learn the lesson I'm trying to illustrate that you obtain the tomato free, either through the goodwill of a friend or relative or even the goodwill of a greengrocer and it would be great if you can share this idea with a friend.

Once you have obtained your tomato, cut it open and remove the seeds. If still edible, use the flesh in a sandwich salad or to cook. clean the seeds in a kitchen sieve and plant them. All of them. If more than one of you is sharing the idea, then split the seeds and each person plant them in a tub.

Do not buy a plant pot. Recycle. use an empty yoghurt pot or the base of a plastic bottle. keep the plant inside and grow it on a window sill. You can repot as the plant grows. Then watch your tomato plants grow. Water them regularly, surf the web, for hints on keeping them healthy (I give my tomatoes left over tea from my tea pot), Just watch.

You will in a relatively short period of time have multiple tomato plants providing you with plenty of fruit not only to eat but also to continue propagating your tomatoes so that never again will you have to pay for a tomato. It takes a few minutes to cut, clean and plant , and thirty seconds every few days to water.

Then convert what you pay for a single tomato and calculate the effort that you've had to put in to growing your own and it becomes mind boggling how much over the odds you are paying for a single tomato at the supermarket.

Remembering that you initial investment in obtaining the tomato may not even have cost you anything. Even if you live in a high rise apartment you can grow your own tomatoes. In fact I know someone who lives in a tiny flat and grows their own herbs, tomatoes, potatoes (yes potatoes) and several other food sources.

Someone who thinks they can do do nothing can do something, with (in the economic sense) nothing.

If we start providing for ourselves and remove the dependence on the large corporations for our food, wellbeing and money, we remove the power we have given them and the government that runs and ruins our lives.

They can no longer say do this or that or we'll take away your livelihood, if they don't control it.

Just think if we stopped using money as exchange for food, clothing and shelter, where would that leave the banks, the politicians and the war mongers.

To effect change, we need to change the rules. The rules must suit the people, not the power.

These are my rules to effect change:

1.) reduce your dependency on direct financial exchange
2.) increase your access to self sufficiency. (grow your own)
3.) Share your resources
4.) exchange resources without using the financial system (swap your tomatoes for your some of your neighbours potatoes)
5.) Reduce, reuse and recycle, have a look at this blog to see how economically empowering it can be.

If everyone grew their own tomatoes, the tomato farming industry would collapse and I have no intention of hurting farmers, most of whom are actually manipulated by the political powers and supermarkets and get very little for their produce. But in the even this happened, the farmers would discover that actually there are ways to distribute directly to the consumer and cut out the massive food control and profiteering by the "middle men".

Now apply this to herbs, potatoes and other foods. (We can even produce milk, but I'll go into that another time)

The tomato exercise is one to show that not only can you take control of your food source but you can propagate it to maintain control. If we can do it with basic foods, we can also do it with clothing and other consumer goods.

To do this successfully we need to do only one thing. STOP buying into the mass media hype, that we have to have a better car, a nicer TV, computer, clothes with a particular brand etc....

We could ALL have nice clothes, good food, a warm home, if we stop working in the system that has deprived us of security.

Just as we have been gradually lulled into the system that makes the rich richer and the poor poorer, we can gradually work our way out of dependency of that system, and that starts today, with one tomato. Even if you can afford to buy 100 tomatoes.Try it.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

When the law is self defeating......

As life has gone by, I have witnessed a few occasions when the law has been used for something it was not meant to be. Then there are those that say that "the law is an ass".

Well here we go... lets discuss what an ass it really is.

My ex husband and I were divorced ten years ago. He was very obstructive during the divorce. The divorce finally went through because he failed to act timeously to a court directive. Because he was unavailable, the court decreed that child maintenance be dealt with by the CSA (Child support agency).

For a short time following the divorce my ex husband flapped in and out of my children's lives, forgetting their birthdays, and clumsily endangering their lives occasionally along the way.

In 2003 he disappeared, and I mean disappeared, one minute he was there and the next he was gone and no-one knew where he was. My family moved away without knowing where he was or what he was doing.

In 2005 I received a phone call asking me where we were and I explained to him that we had moved to Scotland, but could not tell him where because he had disappeared. It transpired that he had travelled to Sierra Leone. Shortly afterwards he returned to our native South Africa because his mother had passed away.

I next heard he was trotting around Africa, from Uganda to Zimbabwe and also the DRC. he was a travelling Medic and paid to travel to these outlandish and somewhat dangerous places. He never paid a penny of child support and never sent any birthday or Christmas cards.

In 2006, I took my children on a holiday to South Africa and took them to visit their paternal grandfather. It turned out that their father was staying in his house "looking after Grandad".

When I asked him if he was ever going to provide for his children, he told me that South African exchange control regulations prevented him from doing so. I wasn't sure he was right, but had a lot more to deal with, so waited til I was back in the UK before trying to check up on this. It turned out that maintenace could be paid to me in the UK particularly if paid through a maintenance court.

Despite asking him to provide a breakdown of finances to deal with child support he wavered between a pile of excuses and aggressive intimidation.

Finally, I decided Scotland had served it's dues and it was time for my family to return back to South Africa. I started selling off work equipment and liquidating my finances. I went to South Africa and opened bank accounts, found a home and instructed an advocate in order to pursue him for child maintenance. I then returned to the UK, to close up everything and wait for my children's final exam results to be released.

During the summer, while we waiting for the exam results, we went to London to apply for passports for the children. The South African embassy refused to issue a passport although the children's father had signed the form months before. They wanted a letter of consent. he has refused to give it and here is why the law is an ass...................

I need to be living in South Africa permanently for my local South African court to have jurisdiction in the child maintenance matter. I have a home, a job and have liquidated my life in the UK in order to take my kids home. But because he refuses to consent to the issue of his children's passports, they wont issue them.

Now get this.I have applied for passports in order to return the children to the jurisdiction in which their father lives. The law requiring both parental signatures is designed to prevent a parent removing (abducting) the children from another parents jurisdiction without their consent, NOT to prevent the return of said children.

My ex husband who has never paid a penny of child support in over ten years, is now using the law that is designed to prevent child abduction, to prevent the return of his children to his jurisdiction in order to avoid a child maintenance matter.

What is so sickening, that despite knowing this, the South African Authorities including the embassy in London, not only have done nothing about this, but in fact have encouraged and supported his behaviour. So if you're a recalcitrant non paying South African father, run away to South Africa abandoning your children elsewhere in the world and then refuse to consent to the issue of passports to return your children home. The South African government will make sure you not only dont have to pay child support, but dont care about the minor children you have effectively abandoned and left destitute abroad and will use every piece of legislation in their power to prevent the return of thse children to your jurisdiction thus protecting you from your obligation to support them.

Anyone wanting indepth details about this case please send me an email

Saturday, 4 August 2012

How hate hurts everyone

When I was four and a half, I experienced the first real damage that hate can cause. I remember it as though it happened yesterday.

It was warm African afternoon , early summer and my nanny (a black woman employed by my mother to care for me) was walking me home from nursery. I can remember clearly carelessly skipping along and kicking the dust in the road, in my bare feet. We identified the different birds in the trees and chatted about inconsequential things.

We were about twenty metres from the gate to my parents property, when suddenly a police vehicle (In those days they were a greyish blue colour with the rear constructed as a cage -typical to the South African Police vehicles at that time) stopped in front of us. As the police officers stepped from the vehicle my nannny looked at me in panic and said "quick - start crying".

I couldn't work out why? it was one of those mindless "what?" moments. But the moment I saw the terror in the whites of her eyes, I burst into tears. Not because she had told me to, but because this normally warm, loving person who spent a large part of the day with me, fed me, clothed me and cleaned my scraped knees, was utterly terrified, and I couldnt see why?

The two policemen alighted from the vehicle and asked her for her passbook. (more about pass laws in South Africa here)Being human she had forgotten  it in her room, not far from where we standing, but nevertheless she had broken the law and had committed an imprisonable offence by being on the street without it. When my crying was heard from our neighbours home, my brothers best friend who lived next door came out to see what was happening. As luck would have it, his father was the local police chief and he intimated to the police officers that they would not want my father complaining to his father, that they had been responsible forced the abandonment of his child (myself) to enforce a pass law.

She was allowed to go with a warning..... she was just lucky that day, but I have never forgotten that terror. That look in her eyes, that trembling of the lip, the dilation of her pupils - silent terror. It still haunts me.

That day a seed was planted inside my psyche. I started to ask questions, some out loud and others I knew should not be asked.

I grew up feeling like a thief. I felt like I had participated in stealing the love that was meant for her children. The children that at reaching two years of age were sent back to the homeland to be raised by extended family, because black, husbands and wives and their children were not allowed to live together in white areas, or on even on their employers property. For three generations Black people were denied family life. Black women were comforting the tears of their white charges, while their own children were left in the care of their grandparents or extended family. I was one white child with one to one care. My Nanny's children had to share resources, love and support with multiple cousins whose parents were also not allowed to have them living with them beyond their second birthday.Their parents rarely got to see the major milestones beyond their second birthdays and the bonding between parent and child we all so take for granted was decimated.

And then the world wonders why there is such a large part of damaged South African society and a criminal element still inexplicably hanging around? An election and a change in government did not miraculously heal generations of severe physical and psychological damage.

What many do not stop to think about is the damage it did to white South African society. My brother said to me one day that he felt betrayed. As with all South African boys of our generation, he was conscripted for national service. All of a sudden he was made to shoot at and oppress the people from whom our nanny had come. One minute he was being fed, clothed and cared for, as well as his emotional welfare taken care of by a black surrogate mother and the next thing minute he was receiving orders to shoot at her children and family!

My feeling of being a thief did not stop there. I struggled to face the way we were segregated. It wasn't just about keeping blacks and whites apart, but as a white person I couldn't engage with black people in public without arousing suspicion. I started to travel on black public transport as a teenager. Now I'll admit there was initially an ulterior motive. I discovered the fare to travel the same distance was nearly half, so I could hoard up the money I saved on bus fares and save it.

The first time I got on a bus for black people, nobody wanted to sit next to me. maybe they thought it was a trap. But soon I became a familiar sight on the route and the regulars began asking questions. When I explained that I didn't see why I should pay more for my fare because of my skin colour, my fellow passengers laughed and invited me in as one of them....always looking for a way to spare the pennies. It got to the point when they stopped me from sitting at the window in case we passed a police vehicle and I attracted trouble. I made regular friends on that bus that I could not have made otherwise. I was 14 years old and the memory of my 4 year old toddler's trauma was coming full circle. I NEVER felt unsafe.

I shared their frustration when I saw a black person becoming victimised and sat among them many a time shedding a tear. I got to know about their husbands, wives, children and grandchildren. Families so badly damaged by a system, yet so much to give.

This particular bus journey used to take 45 minutes.  If I calculate the four years I travelled that route, I spent a cumulative  mere 45 days of my life amongst these people and yet when I turned eighteen and was old enough to vote, I did and I voted every possible route I could to change the system that prevented me from visiting the homes of my friends on the bus, and in turn prevented them from sharing a movie, a restaurant meal or a night in at my flat.

This blog post is for Sibusiso, Elsie, Charlotte, Thandi, Eric and Johannes who all travelled on that bus with me along Jan Smuts Avenue to Eloff Street. I don't know where ANY of you are now, but I hope you remember, we shared the tears and the laughs and that some of us did break the rules because we knew one day those rules would no longer separate us. None of you knew then that I had my own struggle for freedom.

I feel too emotional right now, because memories come flooding, very painful memories and so I can only deal with each experience in small bits. But the purpose of this blog post is to illustrate that no matter how far apart we appear to be, actually it only takes one to reach out and the other to grab, to end the hate.

And I hope to come home soon, and find a piece of each of you in all the South Africans I have left behind, making my life journey across the globe worthwhile. I believe that when I get home, I will find my peace.