Going underground

I looked, and I saw that I was in a small room with several women gathered together. Two women in particular caught my attention because of their long hair, unusual clothes, and the conversation they were having. When I spoke up, they welcomed me into their midst and we continued to converse

A strange sort of peace

Since the call for all South Africans to practice social distancing, a strange sort of quiet has descended on our neighbourhood. Sure, it is a public holiday, but no other Human Rights Day was ever this subdued. There are few cars in the streets, few pedestrians on the pavements, and few aeroplanes flying overhead. No-one is making any plans to get together. Things are almost at a standstill.

Refining the art of conversation from lessons learnt in lockdown

This morning I remembered a pet peeve of mine from university days. I think it was provoked by my reading of Pride and Prejudice in English ...