As a compulsive writer I’ve been keeping diaries for longer than I care to remember. “Dreams, Schemes and Themes” is only part of my Hypergraphia. (Aaah - I ALWAYS wanted to use this word in a sentence) Journaling is difficult at times especially when experiencing something that I don’t want to think through or shy away from - but it will clatter
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On Friday I dropped a couple of boxes of books at Albert Street School and I intend to get in touch with Paul Verryn in the week to understand what the school really needs. If you are a friend, an acquaintance or somebody I know as a supplier, god help you all. I will be knocking on your door and twisting your arm till your eyes water. I’ve done it
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Fietas was a haven of cosmopolitanism. It was a world within a world, a democracy within a totalitarian state. There were no class barriers. Each person belonged to the aristocracy of his own personality.
This morning I drove to the infamous Rocky Street in Yeoville, Jozi to see whether the inner-city redevelopments have stretched its tentacles into one of the city’s oldest suburbs. It used to be the long-time home to Orthodox and Hasidic Jews that morphed into a bohemian enclave.
Long before the fall of Apartheid Yeoville attracted its fair share of
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