Thursday, April 21, 2011
Holes in the heart
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Falling ...
Zen
My friend, the zen master of them all the inimitable Zubair Habib inspired me;
A child of the soil,
living, eating and breathing
the air, the minerals and the soil
Living in Jozi, the city of gold;
maybe that's why it's still Egoli,
Maybe that's why it's the city of dreams
the city that drives it's people
leaves the rest of the country wondering what's wrong with us.
We've got the goldbug,
specks of gold; tinged with cyanide coursing through our waterways
entering our bloodstreams, infecting our brains
I wonder what it would take to break free,
to be at ease; to be comfortable with "nothingness"
The concept is so strange, not doing anything
not being, not doing, not searching, not seeking,
Just being .. just sitting still and absorbing ..
One day,
I too would like to be Zen!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Life and the chase
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Of men and women
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Great Confusion
Monday, March 1, 2010
English Experiences: Part 1 - York

I really really liked York, there was a little something for everyone .. even Nabila would have loved the Beatrix Potter shop

Asif picked me up after a little while and took me to his home town of Scarborough, well actually the little village of Ailsley (I think that's the spelling); I had Rabia's fantastic akhni .. 4 helpings later and my belly was pleading with me to stop!
We took the boys down to the Scarborough beach front to have ice-cream at this really cool retro ice-cream parlour. The waitresses wore those little yellow skirts twas crazy ..

(Check-out Rabia in the photo)
Then minor disaster struck and briefly threatened to ruin what had been a super great day for me, when I missed my train out of town .. Asif saved the day, my offering me a place for the night .. the result extra cuddle time with Abdul-Hamid, Yay!

