I’ve always been a romantic at heart. Besides Paris, I’ve always imagined 18th Century Vienna as one of the most romantic cities on earth. To say that our visit was a slight disappointment is somewhat of an understatement…
Sometimes it feels as if life is just racing by: the weekends are way too short and before you know it, the vicious blurry cycle starts all over again.
I am a firm believer of many things. One of those are that one should never settle for ordinary. Always do that little bit extra to make the ordinary, well, extraordinary!
One cannot live in England and not have some form of engagement with the Royal Family. The moment the engagement was announced, we agreed that we just had to be there.
I love writing in Afrikaans. It is an incredibly expressive language and you can describe feelings and emotions not only with flair, but also with wit, and in such a way that you can make anything less insulting by putting a ‘tjie’ at the end of the word…
Tonight I wish I could tell you a tale of a young man named Albert Brits that ended happily ever after, but sadly I can not.
Tomorrow South Africans all over the world will be standing up against farm murders in South Africa.
I have posted a status a while back on Facebook when a so-called ‘friend’ lashed out at me by accusing me that I have ‘forgotten’ where I came from. Therefore, I would like to air my view.
Apart from Cricket’s woeful song and Bullfrog clearing his throat in the distance, everything is quiet. It is still dark.
But not for long.
Many moons ago when I was in primary school we raised the flag every morning in the quad. I couldn’t wait to see the colourful panels, so carefully sewn together, to flutter about.