all the things i love

While you are preparing for sleep, brushing your teeth
or riffling through a magazine in bed,
the dead of the day are setting out on their journey.

My daughter Skye is a doctor at an Aids clinic in Soweto.
Many of her patients are hungry, and unable to take their medication on an empty stomach.
Many of them are too poor to pay for transport to Baragwanath Hospital where she refers them when they need to see a specialist, or require treatment unavailable at the clinic....

I never leave comments on other peoples blogs.
Once I wrote a letter to Nienie's sister to tell her how upset I was over her terrible accident. That is all.
So, I don't know why I did it.

Like prophets and seers, writers are driven by a force, an irresistible desire to give to the inner impulses, the material form of sound, colour and word.
This desire cannot be held back by laws, traditions, or religious restrictions.
The song that must be sung will be sung; and if banned, they will hum it; and if humming is banned, they will dance it; and if dancing is banned, they will sing it silently to themselves or to the ears of those near, waiting for the appropriate moment...