Son in the sun..


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Donni Rust thinking about his trip to SA.

This is a photo of my son taken in England last week. At this moment he is enjoying himself in sunny South Africa.

He arrived in Cape Town with nothing but an empty bag . Already he has bought, camping equipment, Texan steak the size of a breadboard and a tent having opted to camp and not stay in the pre-booked hotel.

His intention is to enjoy the HEAT, wear the least amount of clothes (no surprise there, he is The Naked Busker after all),  eat big steaks and visit friends.

I can’t wait to read these stories.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

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How sad.


I feel very sorry for my friends and family living in South Africa with all the electricity  outages. Or as my Facebook friends describe this,  previously lit.

I known that If I was still living in SA I would accept it and work round it, but I still feel sorry for them.

One never knows what the future holds. Maybe, England will see the same fate in years to come. Then we will learn from SA.

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/mar/31/trevor-noah-daily-show-tweets

Mandela


This is not political just my own humble opinion.

I lived in SA for 30 years, Rhodesia, Zambia before that.

I’m not surprised that Madiba can not die in peace. He was a saviour in the eyes of his people. But, unfortunately that is what is happening at the moment.

Saviour to his people.

Saviour to his people.


He has done all he could do for his people. Madiba sacrificed years of his life for his family and now they fight over where to bury him. He had already decided where he wanted to be buried, but they will not honour his wish. Why?
The doctors have said let him go in peace. PEACE his very own mantra.

What his family are doing is criminal. The church, the doctors and the government want this great hero given the honour and respect he greatly deserves. Let him go peacefully to his maker.

His maker has waited for weeks now. Don’t dishonour him any longer.

Evening at the zoo


I lived in Africa until I was forty seven. In my early years my late father was a game hunter. When I grew up and had my own children we all loved holidaying in the Kruger National Game Park. I biggest in Africa. We drove through the park at our leisure and saw wild animals roaming free. Free as nature intended. We were nearly attacked by a mother elephant, accosted by an ostrich and had our car sided by a white rhinoceros. In all the years we visited the Kruger National Park, we still never saw it all. We then came to UK and did not want to visit a zoo. So never did. Until yesterday. What a truly surprising evening at Banham Zoo. Surprising because, although the animals weren’t free, they were not enclosed in tiny, unkempt enclosures,but in beautiful clean, interesting surroundings. The interesting thing, is the care taken to keep the animals comfortable and occupied with interesting toys and imaginative ways of presenting the animals food.

I which my carrots looked that yummy.

I which my carrots looked that yummy.

It’s not a small park, we spent four wonderful hours walking looking and appreciating all the hard work and dedication that goes into caring for the animals.

Be careful of the crocodile.

Be careful of the crocodile.

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This lion was allowed to roam free.

This lion was allowed to roam free.

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Back in Africa


OK, so I have something else to say about Africa.
I lived in Zambia – beautiful country, beautiful climate – and I was a happy child. I could walk to the swimming pool with my sister and younger brother. Crime wasn’t an issue. At the age of ten I was in love with life until one of my school friends was murdered in a neighbouring country.
Her death still haunts me in the dark recesses of my mind even after some twenty five years.
One of the many beautiful trees in Rhodesia ( Zambabwe)

One of the many beautiful trees in Rhodesia ( Zambabwe)

My family then moved further south to Rhodesia – as it used to be called – another beautiful country. It had everything until the Rhodesian War. And then, all hell broke loose. We could hear the sound of gunfire outside our classrooms, and at an early age we were taught how to “hit the ground”.  Politically I knew nothing. All I did know was that my peaceful life was slowly been pulled apart. My friends were being murdered right on my doorstep. My younger brother was pulled away from school as soon as he was old enough and had to learn how to kill before he was legally allowed to drink alcohol. Later, he narrowly cheated death but his injuries still plague him to this day.
That was war and war is not considered a crime – depending on which side wins. No, crime was to end my innocence only when I finally left Rhodesia and moved to South Africa. However, South Africa was the one place which petrified me as a young girl following the murder of my friend so many years before.
In later years, after apartheid was banished and the “Rainbow Nation” was born, corruption and crime began to increase quickly and unchecked. Apartheid had been beaten and the countries of the World were congratulating themselves. However, South Africa was no longer “Front Page News” and the World didn’t actually care what was going to happen in Africa anyway. If it is not front page news the politicians cannot win votes or score points and so life in South Africa was allowed to fade into obscurity.
In the years to come, a women couldn’t drive the same route to work every day for fear of being hijacked, or attacked or both. You never went to the city for fear of being forced off the pavement or physically abused.
For safety, vast shopping malls with their own car parks and security;  better known as trusted car guards sprung up in the suburbs while the city centres were left, strangled soon to become un-kept slums.
My daughter was attacked. My house broken into on four accessions in a space a couple of months. My husband was almost mugged at a cash machine outside a bank.
Such is life now that the Rainbow Nation has lost its sheen and the World has lost its interest.
The only ray of light for me was the fact that the man who murdered my little school friend, was arrested for her murder, after twenty five years.  His arrest was due to a drunken boast made at a drinking hall in earshot of an off-duty policeman who remembered the case.
Perhaps, there is justice in this world after all. But, not for those who are left  behind …….