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Most of my life has been spent in Africa. My parents immigrated to South Africa when I was but a wee child, moving later to Zimbabwe when it was still known as Rhodesia. Later still, when troubles and terror returned to my beautiful country, my husband and

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 10 of 694

Housewife's LamentJust a little bit down, a little depressed,Feeling blue and a little bit stressed.The weekend came, the weekend went,It was, on the whole, another non-event.Monday morning, not much to report.No better today, not even a thought.Smile bravely on, put feelings aside.Fight that urge to just run and hide.Pick up... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In a rut: 1 of 24

Looking For A Way OutFly softly on butterfly wings,the winds of change.Pushing this way, and that.Directions new and strange.Which path to follow?Which way to take?Change blowing infor change sake?Beset by indecision.A step taken in haste,the fear of disasterand a life's waste.Time stops, a brief moment.No looking back, move ... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Politics in Africa What should be done about the Zimbabwean president?: 1 of 22
As a victim of Mugabe's indiscriminate land grab in 2000, I feel compelled to address this issue. My husband and I bought our land in 1988, legally and by paying a fair price to the previous landowner. It was 35 acres in total and we used it to do a little greenhouse vegetable growing, breed horses and had a few chickens for... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Atheism & Agnosticism The unenlightenment and folly of atheists and agnostics: 1 of 17

Sadly this topic title is not a debate topic but, never-the-less, I feel the need to respond!Atheists and Agnostics are just people like any other people in this world. When you refer to 'unenlightenment'(sic), are you specifically meaning in relation to gods or other spiritual matters only? As an Agnostic, I came to my path ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The masks we wear: 11 of 163
So cool, debonair, what lies beneath, the masks we wear. While pretending, defending, to our inner self, false messages sending. All smiles with more lies, always trying to cover, the truth in our eyes. Brittle and breaking, internally quaking, still continues our faking. Why do we care? Damn these masks that we wear! More..
Pets & Animals > Cat Training Training your cat is possible!: 2 of 28
It's always been said that a cat does as he pleases and most people believe that it is very difficult to train a cat but this actually isn't true. Cats can be very trainable if the right motivation is supplied, consistently and with persistence. While they may be more difficult to train than a dog, training your cat can be a ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Elephants: 2 of 23

The Bull ElephantHe stood alone in the evening sun,beneath the baobab tree.Lifting his trunk in a lazy arc,his eyes carefully watching me.His gray ears flapping, his head alert,listening for every sound.Thoughtfully chewing a leafy twig,his foot lifted just off the ground.In awe I watched, and he watched me back,not in fear b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's song: 2 of 21

The Mountain TopI sat upon a mountain top,closer to my god to be.All day I sat in contemplation,but no sign of him did I see.And all around the birds were singing.The trees blew gently in the breeze,and Mother Earth called my soul to peace,my tired body to rest at ease.Where was this god in all his glory?In nature's wondrous ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nostalgia: 4 of 41
I Dream of AfricaSome time ago I left my home,far away in the African sun.I boarded a plane for a foreign land,my new life had begun.But still some nights as I drift away,I hear a cricket's call.My mind wanders off to another place.to Acacia trees, proud and tall.I dream of my home in Africa.Of a place so wild and free.I reme... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Life: 18 of 163
Memories of RhodesiaThe Road to a New Life . . .I had just turned eleven when we crossed the over the Limpopo River to start our new life in Rhodesia. The year was 1969, it was just before Christmas and, for me at least, it was a great adventure.We traveled in convoy, my father, brother, sister and two basset hounds in the ca... More..