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The accident (1985)
As I mentioned before, I grew up in a very traditional racist Afrikaans house in South Africa. We always lived in pretty white-only areas and were almost completely cut off from the reality outside our...
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Martin Luther King Jr is white
I never noticed it before. It has been there for a while. This picture of Martin Luther King Jr on our fridge door. You know, that space that kids occupy. I hardly look at the fridge door – just open...
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When dad came to watch™
Today was the birthday of my youngest daughter. She turned the Big Five. Yes 5. So I took the day off. To spend with the girls. But let me tell you a bit about me as a dad before I tell you about...
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The little girl in the blue house
I always walk the same way to the train station. I take the shortest route. I have too. Way too early to walk one meter further than I have to. Or one minute longer than what is needed. There is...
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Roots Revisited (while on the coffee break)
I thought it might be a good thing to look back at why I started blogging. You know, while I’m taking a coffee break. I first started writing as An Accidental Activist. Can’t get away from all the...
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Thank you Mister U.E. Grant (or Looking back)
Do you ever look back? Look back and remember those faces and places of your past? I look back and often realize that there were people in my past that don’t realize how much I learned from them. Or...
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Fat kids and stupid parents
Those REALLY regular and early readers might recall that I wrote a bit about the fat kids once – Let the fat kids play. I can hear the voices already… “Oh come on! You can’t call the kids that! They...
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The Nightmare on Our Street (or Meet My Sister)
I have been blessed with a loving sister. She cared for me and always treated me as “the special one”. I had special names for her and she had a special name for me. The two of us. Bliss. She used to...
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Art in my fart
I got a talking-to from the lovely suffering wife… Yes, I know… It happens often… Who said parenting was easy? My wife will respond by rolling her eyes and say, “A parent? You’re a bloody buddy to...
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Loose Ends: The bully
Will you take the flower please? I am still haunted by this picture I have stuck in my head. The picture of the bully. The bully at my oldest angel’s school. It happened a few years ago when my oldest...
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