The milkwood tree has been a constant in my life for as long as I remember. The trees grow prolifically in the coastal dune forests of the Wild Coast in the former Transkei “bantustan”, where I grew up. As we
Today, the sun made a brief appearance before the rain came down again. But I picked some flowers – strelitzia and other pretty things – and this corner of the kitchen looks like sunshine to me. It’s no surprise that
Not that long ago, I clawed and sweated my way along the corporate ladder. This was the done thing, so it seemed, and I worked hard to meet the goals that my society taught me were good. When I was