• Short stories

    The child is growing older

    The sun is shining through the shutters as she pulls the bed coverings over her head. All she can hear is the sound of the clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, as if to say – time to get up! But it is a cold winter’s morning and she must be persuaded to get out of her warm bed. There is a solitary silence surrounding her as she gathers her dressing gown tightly around her. She passes the mirror; her hair is tousled and untamed. Her hairbrush has gone missing, but she will find it later. Always known for her agile and graceful poise she would glide to the breakfast table. However, today,…

  • Life Matters

    Embrace me

    I have not been blogging as regularly as usual. The reason is that I have been attending to my mother’s care needs – she is 92 years old. While demanding it has been a privilege to care for her at this time of her life. However, I am not the only one who is caring for my mother I have three sister and a brother, we are sharing the care. But as the paperwork Queen (a title given to me by my sister) my time has been very occupied! A few weeks ago, my mother phoned me on a Sunday asking me to keep in touch with her throughout the…