A Spoonful Belonging

Ouma Rusks. NikNaks. ProNutro. A dented can of CremeSoda past the expiry date. Vacuum packed biltong from some or other tragic bovine. When homesickness strikes, you can wander through a bountiful land and still be in search of food. It baffles the mind why one would yearn for mass produced biscuits when you have ItalianLees meer “A Spoonful Belonging”

Grieving through a global pandemic

I grew up in the small rural settlement of Augrabies in the Northern Cape. Today, 17,500 km from home, my South African upbringing remains undeniably part of who I am. I’m a first generation expatriate. Much can be debated about the polarity between ‘emigrant’ vs ‘immigrant’ terminology, but to me, the term merely implies theLees meer “Grieving through a global pandemic”

Twee Kontinente vir Kersfees

Ek skryf uit ‘n koue, donker Duitsland. Soggens wend die son sy beste probeerslag aan om gesig te wys, en gee vóór tjailatyd moed op. Hierdie jaar voel die winter ‘n bietjie kouer, ‘n bietjie donkerder. Onder normale omstandighede sou die strate met die soet reuk van “glühwein”, wat tydens Advent verkoop word, gevul wees.Lees meer “Twee Kontinente vir Kersfees”