‘Fings ain’t wot they used to be

May Day, mayday, mayday, the international radio distress signal for ships and planes but no-one has heard ours. Zimbabwe is going down fast and furious and there’s no rescue on the way. For workers, things aren’t what they used to be. It’s not surprising that Workers’ Day is celebrated by not going to work. Once…

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Don’t pick at old bones …

THE HOME FOR THE BEWILDERED In the clinic, the Home for the Bewildered, they asked me if I had smuggled anything in.  How do you find your way to a place like this in Africa? Picking at the old bones of a life can hurt.  Perhaps there was a history of compulsion and addiction, topped…

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Death in the family

My dear, intelligent Border Collie went to doggies’ heaven. Heaven because I can’t see how she could ever have sinned. Gabby, originally named after the angel Gabriel, succumbed to kidney failure. Her ever present loyal, gentle, adorable, playful and often boisterous nature was an enormous loss. Her little friend and companion, Jessie the Jack Russell,…

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