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Yesterday we learned that a 48 year old teacher collapsed at school. Right here in Mzansi. She also up and left us. Nobody is sure if it is Covid that took her. She was 48 years old. People die of Covid everyday around the world. People are dying. In this moment we are witnessing the attack of the virus in the new relaxed lockdown level. Yes, people are dying, first it was the old with their comorbidities, now the young people are going, they are leaving us.

When I was much younger than today, well, as a little girl I always imagined when a person turns 48 years, they were old, and I wrestled with the fact that at least the person wasn’t thirty years old or even twenty when they died. Forty was a ripe age for me at the time. I comforted myself.

These days I know so much more about being forty or fifty. When you reach that age, seventy, eighty or even ninety feels old. Forty- eight years old and leaving us is a stab through my heart.

I created this card before learning of her passing and this morning decided to dedicate it to our teachers and health workers who put themselves, not by choice at risk for our children, so parents can get back to work, so that markets can be opened. Being alive today is a privilege. May our young school teacher RIP.

If it isn’t Covid, the young and the old are dying because of stress and its side – effects.

Stay safe, Stay healthy, happy and loving. Keep Caring.


Hello world!

Mzansi it’s me here, is it me you looking for? At last I found you, often i wondered how it would all work out between us.  It’s been such along time  you were  on my mind. Fifty-two years have come and gone, water has flowed under the bridge, there is so much you know about me, I wonder if I will really get to know everything about you.  Mzansi speaks eleven official languages and I only speak two. I could blame my mommy and daddy for ignoring  foresight, allowing me  onlyto speak and read the words from the master’s plate.  Did they know any better, I doubt it, since English and Afrikaans were the languages their moms and dads spoke and knew.  Mzansi, make no mistake, hello world, so much catching up to do.