I am a survivor of the South African Apartheid Regime. I lived in hiding from 1976 till 1994, fearing arrest for an inter-racial marriage.
As a social advocate, speaker, writer and visual artist, I share my experiences and words on human challenges to enlighten; to offer validation and empowerment. I hope to inspire perseverance. For me, online writing is an ongoing dance. I share through words, visual art and poetry/the spoken word.
Visual Art, painting and my love for all things beautiful – landscapes, architecture, home design, fashion, and bling balances me. Gives me joy!
After much trials and tribulations, I am seeing GRACE at work in my life. I am humbled. I am grateful.
God is the Engine AND the Driver. I am one of His instruments. Emotional pain is the fuel. My faith IS the POWER behind my words and efforts. As a human being, I get support and strength from humanity. Positive feedback keeps me writing. Thank you all. Blessings.
A Tribute to Garfield, Our Cat.
As immigrants with no extended family, we are deeply affected by Garfield’s passing. He filled the gap left by the lack of family. He supported and comforted us. Twenty years later, he was still handsome! Garf was smart and independent. He loved Kentucky chicken. He loved outdoor adventures. Whenever his soul partner returned home, he’d run to him, stretch his fore-legs up to be carried, just like a toddler does! Then he would talk and complain, clearly expressing his gripes! Following his human partner around the house, determined to be with him. Garf slept with his body partially over his partner’s face and head; or curled up around his partner’s neck like an orange fur collar. Totally trusting the one who adored him. He was #a warrior with a torn ear to prove that he was #the best unpaid rat catcher in the neighborhood. He could be aggressive, scratching “intruders,” who encroached on “his” territory. Like humans, Garf became forgetful and nervous in his old age. He could no longer cope with Coco, our playful and hyper Cocker Spaniel/Beagle. I stood between the two several times a day, so that Garfield felt safe enough to pass by, en-route to his out door activities. Garf was family. A blessing. He is missed.
“Limerick Youth Service was founded in 1973 under the joint patronage of the Bishops of Limerick. Over the years, this voluntary organisation has grown into the country’s largest local Youth Service, offering a range of personal and social development and recreational opportunities to young people throughout Limerick City and County.
Limerick Youth Service is recognised as a leading provider for of a variety of quality programmes for young people. We work in partnership with a number of national and regional organisations including Youth Work Ireland, SOLAS, HSE, Dept. of Justice and Equality, Youthreach, Limerick City and County Councils, Limerick & Clare Education & Training Board, Dept of Children and Youth Affairs along with many voluntary and community groups.
We support Youth Clubs, Youth Cafés, Special Projects for Youths (SPY), Limerick City & County Comhairle na nÓg, Garda Youth Diversion Projects, Youth and Family Intervention Programmes, YouthBank, a Local Training Initiative, a Youth Information Service & more.
We provide vocational and educational training programmes including Youthreach & Leaving Cert Applied, for early school leavers at our Community Training Centre and other youth spaces.
We work with over 3,000 young people annually and since 1973 1.2 million young people have used our services.
Now in our 40th year Limerick Youth Service remains committed to support and encourage young people to be active citizens in shaping their futures.”
Imagine the delight of a child who receives a cheerful, bright orange,
In poverty-ridden; war- torn; natural disaster ground-zero zones or refugee camps! Perhaps, for the first time in their lives! Eyes opened wide in awe… Deeply, inhaling the citric scent. Licking the outer skin. Sinking teeth into the thick skin of the orange. Getting the first spritz of citrus nectar. Chuckling as the first juices spurt, like silent fireworks. Imagine the child’s joy when getting a mouthful of sweet, juicy flesh. Imagine the child greedily gouging orange AND skin. Imagine the child dripping, sticky and happy! Brain nourished. Hope is re-affirmed. Imagine!”
Peace is a Decision. Peace is A Choice. Peace is An Action!
Acknowledgement of Human Right Violations promotes healing. Reconciliation liberates.
* While there is wisdom in both statements above, we would be naive to think that Peace Initiatives, Acknowledgement of Human Right Violations and Reconciliation programs heal unimaginable and incomprehensible wounds; major injustices, mass injustices, oppression, global violence, natural disasters and new diseases.
“Doc Hendley, a Caucasian American man has helped provide clean water to more than 150,000 people in 15 countries, including Uganda – Muslims and a Mosque! This is Humanity at Work! This is Unconditional Love; Compassion at Work! This is the Way to Peace.
“Doc Hendley: It takes many women and children four and five hours, every single day, just to get water. And then it’s absolutely filthy, and it’s making their children sick. Diarrhea kills more children under 5 than AIDS, malaria and measles combined. And 88% of (those) deaths are caused by poor sanitation, unsafe drinking water and poor hygiene.” CNN World
“God works in mysterious ways! The Stigma of Mental Illness Imprisons Humanity. Holds us back from Recovery and Empowerment. Think! Perhaps, Thamsanqa Jantjiep, the sign language interpreter at Nelson Mandela’s “global” memorial, has become an unwitting, global Ambassador for Mental Illness and Schizophrenia?”
I rush around, to and fro between house work and the computer!
In between reading online posts, responding to posts and writing,
I clean the house and the toilet. I shop for groceries and cook; burn brazing onions and store bought pizzas! And try to focus when family members speak or need attention. The ant on the wall is entertained by the human comedy! Human Choices? Human Tragedy? Stress!
This post is a tiny perspective on the lives of working wives, mothers, daughters; women and even some men!
“There are the “usual” life adversities.Then we have human right violations or genocides of the mind and body; mass genocide of self esteem, self worth and confidence. Even though there is wisdom in forgiveness, untimely, insensitive or clumsy talk of forgiveness triggers instantaneous transference i.e. takes us right back to the moment or period of our ordeals. Platitudes or brush-offs “imprison” wounds. When a survivor attempts to express his or her experiences; wounds, simply say, I hear you. There is much power in this approach. For more…please see About on this blog.”