Wednesday, 4 March 2015

The Nene

Rescued from the brink of extinction, the Nēnē or commonly known as the Hawaiian goose is the world’s rarest goose. Although it is the official bird of Hawaii, back in 1952 the population was only 30 nene. Thanks to the efforts of conservationists, the nene number about 2,500.

And this morning, I am privileged to sit down on the walkway very near these two young Hawaiian geese couple. The male was unsure what to make of me, do I come bearing gifts of a tasty morsel or two?

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Enter at Own Risk

I am back at work after a lovely break to Kwa-Zulu Natal for a wedding. Whereas Natal is so lush and green, on the news we are getting that the Cape has become hell on earth with their beloved mountain ablaze and temperatures soaring to the mid 40 degrees Celsius. Although the fynbos vegetation will spring back, I am concerned about the small animals who are not fast enough to flee the flames. The local government must through the book at whoever cause this fire storm to start in the first place.

Talking about small animals, I decided to take the route less travelled and entered the domain of mother and father swan with their two not so small babies. Thankfully I did enter at my own risk as I would have missed seeing this Steenbok walking right past me without a care in the world.

Monday, 2 March 2015

50 Shades of Green

We took the slow road back up to Johannesburg from Durban and wow, the first part of our journey took us through the 50 shades of green that is beautiful Kwa-Zulu Natal.

From snot green forests in the mist, over the sad mystical emerald waters of Wagendrift where ended up at the khaki green foothills of the Drakensberg. All shades of lush green could be seen everywhere and it was pleasing to the eye.

It was kind of sad to leave the green hills of Natal which was once our home far behind us as we slogged through the flat lands of the Free State towards that smog fulled big city that we now call home.

Sunday, 1 March 2015


Off Igwababa Street in Kloof just inland from Durban is the botanical gardens of Makaranga that is littered with stone art by Zimbabwean sculptors. 30 acres of enchanted gardens that you just want to find rest and allow the days to pass on by.

Even the neighbour’s cat thought of passing up his time here as mischievous fairies danced along bubbling brooks enticing the little boy which was bitten by a crab.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Big Fat Geek Wedding

Yes this is how the big fat geeks get married, a beach style wedding with a beach so near that you could smell the ocean. Necia and Craig tied the knot at St Henry’s Marist Brother’ College overlooking the harbour of Durban.

A group of friends and family witnessed Craig and Necia walk down the path and stand before the marriage officer where they said their vows to each other. Craig said an extra vow to Emma, promising to be a good father to her and husband to her mommy, nice touch. Then it was party time with Mr and Mrs Nicholson. The food was good and then it was dance the night away with good friends. Friends like Gary shown below.

And I will end this series of memories with a photo taken by Anika, shown below in the red dress, of me and Lynda well behind my hat.

Friday, 27 February 2015

Craig’s End is Near

One of my good friends, Craig is getting married tomorrow to Necia and quite a lot of us did the track down to Durban for the wedding. We took a few days leave from work to make a bit of a long weekend out of it. So today we did the slow drive down to Durban.

And then there was the stag night that nearly wasn’t.

Exit the Vulcan. News of the passing of Leonard Nimoy spread like wild fire. Live long and Prosper, that you did Mr Spock, that you did. At 83 Mr Spock was beamed up one last time but will forever live long and prosper in our minds.

But that is not the end for our beloved Mr Spock but it is the end for Craig. The end of life as he knows it. Tomorrow he puts a ring on it. Craig’s last night of freedom was set to happen at 7:30 for 8pm in Umhlanga so I arrived early and killed off a few Ingress portals as one does when one arrives at a location filled with green slime.

Craig’s in game Ingress name is CraigN hence the hash tag of his end is #atcraigsend and the name of this post Craig’s End. In keeping with this theme Craig decided to arrive late for his own end. Rather late than never but I mean after 9pm, well that was pushing the norms. Anyway, we started at The George, a busy pub in Umhlanga with not much space which had many patrons spilling over onto the street sidewalk. Nice atmosphere but crowded and as you can see Jonathan had arraigned to the best traditions of a Batchelor’s Party or Stag Night to dress Craig up appropriately.

Later we meandered over to Hooters, now this is the other disappointment of the evening. The first of Leonard Nimoy and the other was well Hooters. I have never been to a Hooters before and when we first read on the itinerary that we were going to end up at Hooters I had to convince Lynda that Hooters was not a den of iniquity as it is portrayed to be. And how close to the truth it turned out to be which was the big let down. Hooters turned out to be just a clean pub, no food as kitchen was closed, and where I pray was all the eye candy of the make believe waitresses in skimpy tops and tight shorts? At least Lynda, Anika, and Necia would be pleased.

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Raining Indoors

Help! It is raining indoors. Yes it is starting to drip from the ceiling of Velie’s office from different places including the ceiling spotlights. Yesterday the air-conditioning people replaced the air-conditioner in the New Media office and where working in the ceiling but not over Velile’s office surely not.

Although Velile phoned maintenance to report this new weather phenomenon, he was concerned so to counter the indoor rain he opened up an umbrella while waiting for a maintenance team to source the leak and start the repairs.

While the weather happening in the office next door, on a side note for all those following the mishaps of my Italian Greyhounds, Maxy and Jade, it is not raining everywhere. Today both got their stitches removed and thank goodness all is looking good, much to the relief of my bank manager.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

I Love my Dogs

I love my dogs then why do I have a photo of a cat with this blog title? Well this cat is Minky who is a dog trapped inside a cat’s body just like Maxy my Italian Greyhound is a cat inside a dog’s body. When I come home from work my Italian Greyhounds along this Minky become all excited and rush to greet me. She is not like the other lazy excuses for cats who would care less who comes and goes as long as there is food put down regularly. Oh I can’t say lazy excuses, uhmmmm I suppose that is the nature of a cat, in-different.

They say that you own dogs but a cat owns you and Minky has my heart. Here is she is sprawling on my lap as I try to do work on my tablet. All I can say is that Minky loves me and I love my dogs.

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Light Reading

Come on Tuesday I feel better.

Somehow I have managed to get my Online Reputation Marketing Strategy completed but now I have to put it into the Reputation Management presentation with all the bells and whistles. Pop goes the weasel.

Now to get some light reading done in between the stories of mascarpone cake, tipping cows, and waking up and smelling the coffee. What to read first, uhmmm HTML 5, CSS3, Analytics, I know already so it’s the Business Model Generation book.

I’ve got Friday on my mind.

Monday, 23 February 2015

Monday Blues

Dear Monday

I want to break up. I am seeing Tuesday and dreaming about Friday.

Sincerely, it’s not me, it’s you.

Don’t get me wrong I like coming to work but something is weighing heavy on my mind and making me feel all blue, just must be the Monday.

Bring on some chocolate and I’ll soon feel right as rain. Tuesday, bring it on.

Sunday, 22 February 2015

The Other Camera

An interesting photographic exhibition, The Other Camera, is now on at the Origins Centre at Wits University, a photographic exploration of street photography from the local community. It is a small exhibit tucked away at the museum that we at first couldn’t find it amongst all the palaeoanthropological treasures on display.

Out of these rarely seen photographers work, two stood out way above the rest for us, and they are Lindeka Qampi and the late Ronald Ngilima. Lynda can be seen enjoying what real street photography is all about as she admires Lindeka Qampi’s work.

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Year of the Horned Creature in Detention

With the Chinese horse finally bolted out of the stable, in prances this horned creature or animal. Is it a goat? Is it a sheep? Is it a Ram? Or is it just maybe Pan? Could this be an entire year lost in translation?

Mystified I joined friends in the Old China Town cloaked in the shadow of the notorious John Vorster Square and the dreaded Security Branch of the Apartheid Government’s Police Force, but today we joined in mass to celebrate the coming in of the new Chinese year, the Year of the Horned Creature aka Goat, Sheep, or Ram, with loud bangs and lots of fireworks.

So as the echoes from Chris van Wyk’s poem "In Detention" ran through my mind as blasts of crackers blew up near me under the skies which sparkled against the chocking smoke as the tears of the rain began to fall.

He fell from the ninth floor
He hanged himself
He slipped on a piece of soap while washing
He hanged himself
He slipped on a piece of soap while washing
He fell from the ninth floor
He hanged himself while washing
He slipped from the ninth floor
He hung from the ninth floor
He slipped on the ninth floor while washing
He fell from a piece of soap while slipping
He hung from the ninth floor
He washed from the ninth floor while slipping
He hung from a piece of soap while washing.

All this while ominously looming over China Town. Bang! Bang! Wohoooosh!

Back to the New Year. The Mandarin Chinese character羊 denoting this new year means a horned animal of sorts which covers quite a lot of animals. Sheep are cute but not known to be leaders, more follow the pack. Goats tend to be more on the evil side but very tasty according to traditional culture. Rams on the other hand are more manly, aggressive and sadly alone. Then we have Pan. A wild mischievous mythical creature/god that was half goat half human, ahhh Puck of my Shakespearian youth.

So if you do follow the Chinese calendar, pray tell what year are we entering into? Is it the Year of the tasty Goat? Or are you going to be aggressive and say it is the Year of the Ram? Or are you going to follow the pack and say it is the Year of the Sheep? Or is it the Year of the Pan, full of wild mischievous abandonment?

Friday, 20 February 2015

His Master’s Salon

Never again, never again. Velile and I have this cultural exchange program going on and today Velile announced that we are going to Master’s Salon for a “Cheesekop” and shave. So off we went, two brave little souls to Kagiso for a cultural haircut and shave.

I went first for my “Cheesekop” haircut or as it was advertised on a board behind me as “Chiscop” for R10 and a shave for R5. I was seated by the barber’s apprentice as Master himself was busy with a lady client. Wow wrong move as the apprentice took to my head with the clippers as one would take a steel brush and started scrubbing my scalp over and over again.

I was just praying that when he finished a sensitive area that he wouldn’t go back, but my prayers weren’t answered. At times I was nearly in tears as the apprentice went over and over a now very raw scalp but being a big boy I wasn’t going to give Velile that satisfaction.

One part I remember Velile telling Master that this apprentice is a little heavy handed which the Master then chastised the young man who must then renewed his scrubbing with vigour. Afterwards the apprenticed sprayed spirits onto my now raw scalp and started polishing, eina. That was me over, forget the shave as if it is the same as my poor head then no ways.

So now it was Velile’s turn and I was sure that I would rather enjoy watching Velile’s torture than what I just endured it but sadly I didn’t get to see Velile suffer as he must be so used to this kind scalp torment by now that even even started falling asleep.

So now as my scalp is still on fire and am thinking where can I find a Mediterranean barber close by to show Velile how a shave is supposed to be done, with a cutthroat.

Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful head of mine will again experience the clippers of the Master's apprentice.

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