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MY JABBOK MOMENT.

MY JABBOK MOMENT.

MY JABBOK MOMENT. Gen. 32:24 I’ve been low on POPP’s (Pockets of Perfect Peace) lately. And yes, I’ve not felt 100% but that’s never stopped my POPP’s before. So what was wrong? Was I in need of some serious quiet time, soul searching and meditation? The answer was...
RAINBOW NATION

RAINBOW NATION

RAINBOW NATION What with all this writing about ex-pats and what we miss, I found myself with a sudden craving for a samosa. Yes, that triangular delicacy, either vegetarian or filled with some kind of meat and spiced anywhere from tingling on your tongue to reaching...

LESOLE.

LESOLE. Larger than life and un-stoppable, an ex-pat with a vision and a mission. Lesole Z Maine. Dancer, Teacher and Choreographer was born in Sebokeng, South Africa. During Apartheid Maine studied Ballroom and Latin American Dance, but in 1996 was awarded a...
ON BEING AN EX-PAT

ON BEING AN EX-PAT

ON BEING AN EX-PAT We come to this new country with stars in our eyes and hope in our hearts. Expectations are high and we are riding a brand new horse called Adventure. We find a home and settle in. Menfolk, if any, go off to work. Children, if any, ditto, new...
MISSIVE PENNED FROM MY SICKBED

MISSIVE PENNED FROM MY SICKBED

MISSIVE PENNED FROM MY SICKBED PROLOGUE:  Sick people shouldn’t fly. They make other people sick. After a week of feeling iffy with what I thought was a chest cold, disaster struck. Said good friend Claudia, “you should see a doctor.” Problem? We were on our way...