Maak ‘n lekker pot sop en gaan laai dit by haweloses af. ‘n Warm maag dra by tot ‘n warm hart.
It is winter and I’m not a winter person at all.
Being a community journalist has been a part of my life and is what has made me tick for the past few years. But now it’s time for me to tick in a new phase of life.
Not knowing if a father, mother or child has been killed or maimed or, even worse, left to die until hopefully being discovered by passersby must surely weigh heavily on one’s conscience?
The high crime rate as well as the negativity that we are bombarded with daily in all forms of media, has slowly eroded all good intentions and trust between people.
I wish to thank those of you who read my column regularly as this is my last column.
In every restaurant, in every meeting or function and even at family gatherings we all at some stage get busy on the phone and neglect our fellow human beings.
What reason can there be for walking past a litter bin, getting into a vehicle and throwing trash out of the window before driving off?
In plaas daarvan om ons vingertjies besig te hou deur mense op sosiale media te kritiseer en te beledig, kan ons nie eerder ons politieke brille afhaal en waardering toon vir dié wat bereid is om ten minste ‘n poging aan te wend om ‘n verskil te maak?
Let me hasten to mention that I am also an ex-motor bike rider and I understand and appreciate the exhilarating experience of motor cycling.
The question on everyone’s lips, however, is why the general public should be inconvenienced when the municipalities have not fulfilled their obligations and paid Eskom for services rendered?