A Story of Suffering

Last week I spent five days in rural Eastern Cape, near the border of Lesotho, conducting research in the villages in the area. I had the privilege of holding focus group discussions in people's homes, and hearing about their lives and their struggles. I came across a story that really moved me. It goes something like this.

A woman was devastated when her child died, and went to the healer in her village, begging him to bring the baby back to life. The healer said he would bring the child back to life. He gave the woman a cup, and said "Fetch me a cup full of sugar from any house in the village. But make sure the sugar comes from a home that has never experienced suffering." Delighted, the woman set off to fill the cup of sugar. At the end of two days, the woman came back to the healer with an empty cup, and asked him to give her back her child's body so that she could bury it.

Nuggets of Gold II

Another golden nugget from the BP on Jan Smuts Avenue.

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Nuggets of Gold

Have you ever noticed the daily dose of wisdom that's sprawled on the blackboards outside the BP on Jan Smuts Avenue? Watch this space for a stream of golden nuggets from the side of the road.

High Tea

The Westcilff Hotel is Johannesburg's answer to old fashioned finery. One should really go there for high tea on a Saturday, I suppose, but since I'm going to be unemployed soon, I decided to just have a cocktail called High Tea instead. The view is quite beautiful, and it's fun to play posh for a bit while you watch the light fade over the big Jozi forest.