Wednesday, August 12, 2009. With God as my centre, the. Thursday, May 21, 2009. There are those who nourish themselves well. But bear their fruits only in the summer,. He who holds his head up with the clouds. Can turn his thoughts to cast his shadow. Even to cast his rain. Friday, April 10, 2009. If not for my conversation with love. No pen would have found these hands. No words would have found this heart. Monday, March 9, 2009.

A constant battle between our reason and our desires; our higher and lower selves. The results of that war hinges on the choices we make. The story of an archaeologist. As it stands, we sit with just over 2 months until the authorities wi.

On my way to becoming a fully clothed editor. Missing braincells and a bobbejaan of a babelas for what? Posted June 12, 2007 by nakededitor. Let me just say this. A terrible year, according to someone from Johncom. I think that might have b.

It all comes down to hamsters in the end. I was 9 years old. So here are my utterly self-indulgent memories of the historical moments surrounding Madiba, that I cling to fiercely in order to remember the rare and remarkable way in which he walked through this world. To see a man walk out of jail? It befuddled me. I think this was the first time I fe.

Will we look back? When all the blood has been shed. And the widows have ceased weeping. And no mother holds vigil for a son far from home. Will we see, still. The sides we blindly picked. Separated by barriers our hands built. Following leaders our voices chose. Wednesday, 23 March 2011. And all she had left. Monday, 14 March 2011. Monday, 28 February 2011.