Sunday, 19 October 2014

Scary Stuff

Hello sexy beast. I suppose if my self-esteem was low, I would have to say that this is what nightmares are made of, a face that only a mother could love. Yeah I am starting to feel down and depressed, hence off with the beard. Well at least it was not off with the head. After my anger yesterday, today stuff is starting to get to me, sigh.

Anyway another bit of heaviness is that we will be moving in about 6 weeks’ time, yip just a few more weeks of living in this dump. It wasn’t one when we moved in over a year and a half ago but I am afraid it is free falling down and soon to become a squatter camp, scary how quickly this can happen.

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Vespa from Hell

I have never had this much trouble with my Vespa ET8 150 than what I am having with this Vespa GTS300ie Super. Although in June the ET8 150 underwent a major service which cost me over R4,000, I rode it home and parked it, now with the GTS300 out of commission, the ET8 150 doesn’t even start, go figure, even after checking battery and fuel, sigh Vespa!

Anyway back to the Vespa GTS300ie Super, soon after buying the bike back in June, it started cutting out on hot days and only starting again after 30 minutes of cooling down. At first I thought it was no fuel, then after ruling that out my thoughts went to a heat seize but that too was ruled out so my investigation went back to a fuel problem. Finally after lots of research I found out that Vespa did major recall in Europe and America in 2011 due to faulty fuel pumps which they replaced free of charge and my model and year falls smack into that recall group. Now that it is getting hotter the cut outs became every day it was becoming un-useable as a reliable mode of transport. Maybe I should have gone with that gold BMW C650GT that I too had my eye on.

Speaking to Vespa South Africa, they just shrugged it off as dirty fuel even though the symptoms were the same as the recalled faulty fuel pumps overseas. Uhmmm I had this bike for only 4 months and it is virtually new with less than 15,000km on the clock. Well I had to fork out R3,030 just for a new fuel pump, not nice at all Vespa, not nice.

Bad Vespa, bad! No biscuit for you! I am becoming disillusioned with Vespa now, we have been through so much together. Through snow, Through the Wilderness tracks and streams, Vespa has carried me to hell and back, but now as we ride through the valley of darkness it leaves me stranded, I want to simply kick its tyres goodbye and walk away. That is what is running through my head, while my heart still holds on fast to the adventure of Vespa.

Friday, 17 October 2014

Love Nest

With Gerald the peacock practically having a love pad just outside my office, love was in the air. Well not for Mr and Mrs Swan, because for the last couple of weeks now that have been attacking people walking along the path from our offices to the canteen.

Remember my earlier post showing poor Ella’s bite marks after an attack on her, which was from Mr Swan. And now we know why, walking up to the stores, which are situated behind the canteen, I noticed one of the swans sitting on what looks like a nest. Making sure the other swan wasn’t sneaking up on me, I took out my cellphone and snap this photo of the love nest. Soon we will have some cygnets waddling along.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

South Africa’s Nuclear Disaster

Forget Ebola that is spreading in West Africa, down south we have our own Chernobyl or Fukushima disaster right in Johannesburg. No I am not taking about the proposed eight new nuclear reactors by 2023. I am talking about a silent killer blowing in the wind.

Driving home after work from the west rand I noticed the dust blowing off the mine dumps. This dust was being blown towards the City of Johannesburg. Little does the public know that this dust is radioactive, yes highly radioactive dust from mine dumps like the one shown above which is situated between Randfontein and Krugersdorp.

Another little known fact is that uranium was mined here for the Manhattan Project which produced the Second World War atomic bombs and continued supplying the United States and the United Kingdom deep into the Cold War. In 50s and 60s the processes was not as refined as they are now and the result is these mine dumps which are still highly radioactive.

A few months back I saw a map depicting the current levels of radioactivity in the areas of Randfontein and Krugersdorp, and it was scary, real scary. It was colour coded with orange and red everywhere. It is red where this mine dump is and there was even a road, the R41, a main artery road from Randfontein going south towards Johannesburg that was red. The road had an arrow pointing to itand text stating that it was built from radioactive material, ouch.

And then there are the mine dumps dating back to the 50s. The other day I saw a small business making bricks for residential houses right next to one of these mine dumps using the very same radioactive sand for the bricks.

Interesting that this mine dump photograph has a cross on the left.

And then the wind blows...

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Springbucks in the Rain

The first thunderstorm of the summer has released its bounty over Gauteng. You can smell the rain in the air as the ground cried out for the large rain drops. It was like everything was alive, Gerald the peacock got the girl right in front of my window, I was in shock from the birds and the bees’ education that was being played out in front of me that I forgot to reach for my camera. Oh well in about a months time we should have some baby peafowls.

Monday and Norma Jean, the two baby springbucks had their first feel of what rain is, they were bouncing as springbucks do, as the drops landed onto them. I hope they enjoyed their first shower as there will be many more where that came from.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Póg mo thóin

Well póg mo thóin to you too my boy or as it is commonly written outside of Ireland pogue mahone. It is Gaeilge or Irish for kiss my arse. Today’s photo reminded me of póg mo thóin as this peacock tried to defend off two other male suitors and at the same time impress the peahen. Seldom do you get the chance to see the rear end of a peacock not that I wanted too but Gerald this peacock was doing his best to become the daidí.

Póg mo thóin, now that reminds me of the Pouges, a Celtic Punk band that I enjoy, now let me go digging up some CDs, they must be somewhere collecting dust, and a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go.

Monday, 13 October 2014

Monday Hair Day

It has been other six months since Nomangaliso and I have been working together, and now we are back working at Bosasa as a team. It was a fresh start to this Monday as Noma walked in with a new hairstyle. Yip, it is coming back to me now, as I remember she used to change your hairstyle every few weeks and at the time I used to ask her “Human or Plastic” just to stir. Well no more bad hair days on a Monday.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Ugly Cat

One of our cat, Little Boy, I call Ugly because well he doesn’t look cuddly and pretty like cats should. Anyway here is Ugly lying on the window sill box enjoying the afternoon sun, I tried to sneak up on him to take a photograph but he must have heard me and looked up. You can see clearly why I call him Ugly, with his lazy eye and funny jaw that permanently shows off his canines. There, there, you go back to sleep, and enough with that mournful cry of yours.

Saturday, 11 October 2014


This weekend is Rage, the computer and gaming expo held annually and that is where Matthew is spending the whole day. Yes that is him taken of for the day as this is his last weekend before the school holidays end, while I start looking for a new home.

Yes, on the home front, while trying to address our issues with the landlord we only got a termination of our lease slapped into our faces with his words “I am doing you a favour”. Yeah right, it now looks like that he wanted us out in the first place as he squeezes more people onto the property. So now we are defiantly back in the market for a new home.

Anyway tomorrow is Robynne’s birthday which I believe she is going to be 27 years old. We joined them for pizza at Picolinos to celebrate this evening. With all that has being going on lately in my life, I forgot my camera at home, oh well the trusty cellphone camera has to suffice.

Friday, 10 October 2014

Tim Hughes

Here I am to worship, as Tim Hughes, a worship leader at the Holy Trinity church in Brompton, London, leads us this evening here at BBC. Yes it was a small venue for an international worship leader like Tim but his heart is with the local church as he heads up Worship Central, and here we were to worship Jesus the Messiah and give all back to God.

Jesus the Messiah, you alone are wonderful. You alone are counsellor, everlasting Father. Mighty in the heavens, never to forget the love you displayed upon a cross. Son of God, I thank you. Prince of Peace, I love your name.

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Nightmare on Berta Road

We have been staying here on this small holding off Berta Road for over a year and a half now after being approached by a friend of mine’s ex-partner, no names mentioned, the rent was good with electricity and water included and on the surface the move here seemed ideal. There was a small construction business and four cottages on the property along with a swimming pool and tennis court but little did we know that the owner had other ideas.

Little did we know that our landlord’s construction business was going down and that he decided to refocus his business from the building industry to low cost accommodation. He started by converting his storage containers into rentable rooms with communal kitchens and showers. Next was converting the existing cottages as they became vacant from 2 bedrooms into as many rooms as he could and at the same time the building of smaller rooms started. When we moved in there was only about 10 people living on the two hectare property, now there is about 40 with more rooms getting built to nearly double this amount.

To make more space for the extra rooms, the landlord has moved what is remaining of his construction company onto the tennis court in front of our cottage and this is our view now, pretty isn’t it? And to make matters worse he has put in pre-paid electricity meters ignoring the fact that electricity was included in our rent as per our contract but this doesn’t faze our landlord.

After sparingly using as little electricity as we could we worked out that last night we used R200 electricity. Yes this will put our estimated electricity bill at R6000 per month which is nearly double our rent. I am at wits end as to what to do as it seems our landlord doesn’t care. We want to buy a house again sometime next year but now we find ourselves back in the market to rent a 2 bedroom house or cottage that allow pets. While I look around, take a moment to enjoy our nightmare view from our front door, is this worth R10,000 per month?

Wednesday, 8 October 2014


The third person who started at eKayaMedia on Monday is Dipontsho or simply shortened as Pontsho. She is busy with her journalism degree and has joined the super team here at Bosasa as an intern. And by the third day she had already intergraded nicely with us and  here’s to a successful start of her career in journalism.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Tall Phillip

Along with Noma, a giant of a man started yesterday, Phillip he who stands head and shoulders above all. It was kind of hard not to miss him really, as he joins Wayne as a Brand Co-ordinator in the print section of eKayaMedia, the brand and marketing arm of Bosasa.

We at the New Media side of the office wish Phillip all the best as joins the super heroes’ team and excuse the pun, as he soars to new heights in his career.

Monday, 6 October 2014

Noma at Bosasa

After a number of negotiations, Noma finally arrived at Bosasa as the Content Strategist after her mini-moon. She recently got married and took a short honeymoon hence the name mini-moon. You would have remembered Noma from my stint at National Positions, it was here that we became good friends. It has been a busy Monday because alongside Noma two other people started, Philip a Brand Co-ordinator, and Pontsho a Journalist Intern. Here is Noma doing what woman do best, she went up to the stores to collect her corporate clothing and came back with her arms full. Now I think we are ready to tackle the world.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

Ten Pin Afternoon

On Matthew’s bucket list of things to do during these school holidays was to go ten pin bowling with his dad, so this afternoon was the day set aside to show Matthew how I roll. In the end I had a number of spares which kept me just in the lead even though Matthew managed a strike or was that two? At least in ten pin bowling you can get three strikes and not get out.

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Regular Haircuts

I remember a time when Matthew’s hair was down to his shoulders. It got easy to pull the wool over someone’s eyes as to if he was a boy or girl.

For example while working at Metrorail I took Matthew to work for Bring a Girl Child to Work Day as I belief this was just discrimination. Afterwards during the publicity photoshoot, the then South African Minister of Transport saw Matthew and decided he wanted a white girl sitting next to him amongst the many black girl children that was assembled. So Matthew got to sit next to the minister as the token white girl with no one being the wiser that she was a he.

Now with regular haircuts, no one can ever be confused as Matthew is growing up to be a strapping young man.

Friday, 3 October 2014

Missing Jade and Minky

After arriving to a huge welcome from all my pets and settling down for the weekend, I took a walk in the garden with some doggy treats. Jade, my smallest Italian Greyhound, along with Minky our cat, where playing hide and seek and with the doggy treats in my hand, I could only entice Podge, Maxy, and Patch to me. Here in today’s photo I was asking them “Where’s Jade? Where’s Minky?”

Podge, the Jack Russell, was only interested in the treat and couldn’t keep his eyes off, whereas the Italian Greyhounds where alert, looking for Jade and Minky but also not straying too far from the treats. What must have been going through their minds was “Don’t worry about them two, they are somewhere in the garden.”

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Fiú dá siúlfainn i ngleann an dorchadais

I had a strange day today which because of the sensitive nature I can’t indulge much, all I can say is forget the sprinkling of fairy dust we have muti dust. Although I am now tempted to take baby powder to work today which will freak some people out, I will have to leave it up to God. There is a spiritual war out there folks, all around us, and my European culture sometimes is oblivious to understanding of the traditional African belief system which is peppered with Christendom. I pray for discernment as I walk through the valley of darkness knowing that God is holding my hand and his angels all around me, protecting. Have no fear for the war has already been won!

Fiú dá siúlfainn i ngleann an dorchadais, níor bhaol liom an t‑olc agus tú faram le do shlat is do bhachall chun sólás a thabhairt dom.

Okay I am getting distracted, today’s photograph is nothing about the dark day I’ve had but it is a pink distraction of sorts, yes I mean this is only a fraction of the pink stuff found on Ella’s desk. She must be tickled pink as I feared.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Why do superheroes wear capes?

Although not all superheroes wear a cape, the cape may have functional uses as protection or even it can be used as a disguise. The earliest superhero that I can think back to that wore a cape was Zorro and other than cloak and dagger I can’t really find any use for his cape other than tripping over it. Nothing inspires me about Superman’s cape. Batman’s cape was bullet proof, but it wasn’t what was underneath the cape that defined him, now was it.

Wayne, our latest addition to our super hero family here at eKayaMedia, he started as a Brand Co-Ordinator and has yet to prove he is a superhero worthy to wear the Bosasa brand. Although he shares the name of Batman, I hope he doesn’t wear a cape when he is home. Anyway we wish him all the best using his super powers to achieve and grow within our team.

So who is your superhero and does he wear a cape? My favourite marvel comic hero from my youth was Nightcrawler, in the 2000AD comics my favourite was Rogue Trooper, and none of them wore a cape. Ahhh but wait one of my superheroes does wear a cape, Dark Wing Duck, he used his cape as a disguise of sorts.

What does a subatomic duck say?


DW, let’s get dangerous!

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Black and White

Black and White, not the two ladies but the earphones they are wearing. Here are Ilana and Sandra, our Conceptual Designer and Graphic Designer hard at work that was until I disturbed them with my camera.

It was close to the end of another day and they still had their noses to the grindstone with music pumping from their beat boxes through their black and white earphones and into their heads. Now I am wondering if it is rock, classic, rap, metal, pop, blues, or better still punk.

Monday, 29 September 2014

Attack of the Swans

Forget Alfred Hitchcock and his Birds, at first we had the killer zebras and now we have the killer swans and geese. Poor Ella, she returned from the canteen bruised and battered after a ferocious attack by a pair of swans. She was covered in red welts all over her hands and what is covered by the safety pin. If it wasn’t the swans I wonder who has been giving her hickies? I mean love bites on her bum, now that is over share!

Sunday, 28 September 2014

Mc Nab

There has been a drought of some sorts in KwaZulu-Natal since last summer and we decided to travel back up to Johannesburg towing an open trailer with Lynda’s stuff that remained after the sale of her house. Just as we were about to leave soft rain started falling. We said our goodbyes and took the final photos of the Mc Nab family, Greg, Hilton, and Lynda, before braving a soft drizzle. The light rain lasted well up into the midlands. It was looking like it wasn’t our day but eventually the clouds lifted and so did our spirits as the rain stopped.

After Harrismith our hopes were dashed as the clouds burst open but we just pressed on that was until the traffic came to a standstill from an earlier accident. While waiting for the traffic to clean, the clouds added insult to injury by spitting hail down upon us.

Once passed Villiers the traffic cleared up along with the rain as this too became a distant memory.

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Nightmare Hotel Chantecler

After last night’s disaster dinner at The Chantecler Hotel in Bothas Hill, we didn’t want any fancy place so we ended up at Durban South Beach just as the weather closed in. So here we were enjoying Strawberry Daiquiris, yes a pink drink Richard, while watching a few brave surfers trying to catch a wave or two. It wasn’t the best Daiquiri I’ve ever tasted but it help us forget last night as the stormy weather started to threaten.

As for evening before I am sure I am going to use The Chantecler Hotel experience on how a waiter/waitress should not treat their guests as the launch our Food Crit Blog, so watch this space. I’ll leave you with a little insight on what transpired, my meal of spare ribs arrived to our table 15 minutes after ordering and no one else's at our table, an hour and a half later the 4 pizzas arrived. To make matters worse the quarter chicken order was totally forgotten and never placed through to the kitchen. Not once did the waitress come tell us that the kitchen or that she had a problem, we only found out after I had to get up and walk to the kitchen to seek out our waitress. Not to mention no front of house nor restaurant manager was seen at all during the entire traumatic experience.

Sigh, now that nightmare is off my chest, where is my pink drink.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Twenty Five Minutes to Five

Don’t take the clock on the wall on face value as every clock in the house has stopped ticking although not all at twenty minutes to nine but at different times. I am starting to think that I am stuck in Ms Havishams’ Satis House, where all the clocks had stopped but you can't stop time—or mildew, mold, and mice.

The words of Pip from The Great Expectations rang through my head “It was when I stood before her, avoiding her eyes, that I took note of the surrounding objects in detail, and saw that her watch had stopped at twenty minutes to nine, and that a clock in the room had stopped at twenty minutes to nine.”

But I wasn’t standing in front of Ms Havisham, but Mr Mc Nab, Lynda’s nearly octogenarian dad, and here time hadn’t stopped stop but was going backwards or could I sadly say downhill. After Lynda’s mom crossed over to heaven last year this four bedroom house plus cottage is both stuck in time and destroyed by time. Time is now to stop the backward slide, wind up the clocks or put fresh new batteries in, and start getting this place back into time. And to start living again.

“So!" she said, without being startled or surprised; "the days have worn away, have they?”

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Walking Hoover

Greg came home after a hard day’s work and walked into Lynda’s busy kitchen. While he was rearranging the freezer, he pea’d onto the floor as frozen peas escaped the packet. Now he had to sweep up the peas without them becoming mushy peas under foot. Thank goodness Duke, the Rottweiler pavement special, was at hand as the walking hoover. Nothing sucks like good old Duke.

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Dusty Mother Hen

Like a mother hen sitting on its nest, one of the largest Dutch Reformed Churches in South Africa, sits in the middle of the little Free State town of Warden, But his hen is brooding over what is left of this dusty town as all its chicks have left for the big city lights.

On our way down to KwaZulu-Natal for family matters, we past this remains of a town that was proclaimed in 1913. It was this large brown church building that drew us in. This church seats 1750 but I am sure the population of Warden is was less as this town has fallen apart since 1994. The tar roads have become so potholed that they are now simply rocky gravel. I wonder if this town will ever recover as mother hen sorry fully watches.

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Sticky Toffee

Heritage Day aka Braai Day is tomorrow and because it is a public holiday, we celebrated Heritage today at work with staff who arrivied at work in their traditional clothes all snazzy like. A Heritage market was setup with traditional wares on offer such as tripe, ran-aways aka chicken feet, pap and wors, mutton biryani, dal, and cape malay mince curry with roti. Not so traditional treats were also on offer, beautifully sweat and just as delicious.

Here is Pabi sampling some sticky toffee that was dripping from some toffee apples, uhmmmm.

Monday, 22 September 2014

Pins and Needles

For those you are wondering about my ECG scare over the weekend, the results are back and there is nothing wrong with my ticker. Yes my heart was a concern because of my little overweight problem but all seems fine, thank goodness.

I still have the excessive pins and needles along with a dull pain in my left arm. So I was sent to get x-rays and the preliminary results are that my 5th and 6th vertebrate are a bit too close so they suspect that the nerves might be getting pinched. The x-rays have been sent through to the specialists so now it is another wait and see. Until then I will remain a pin cushion for a while longer.

Sunday, 21 September 2014

Craig in Pink

Ja man what can I say other than seeing pink on a man is like trying to stare at the sun. They say that pink is the new power statement but so is a full beard and I think that the two would go well together.

I haven’t seen Craig for quite a long time and it was great meeting up with him after all this time even with his sugar and spice and all things nice side of Craig. All he needs now is that beard, yeah a full beard to go with that bright shirt.

Saturday, 20 September 2014


For the last month or two, my left arm has been behaving improper such as having pins and needles for no apparent reason. Last night my arm started to produce a dull ache as if I have been over enthusiastically throwing a ball with my left arm. The pins and needles had also increased so much so I started to worry. With no other symptoms such as chest pain, the signs were that I must have had a heart attack some time back. So in I went to get myself checked out.

The ECG or Electrocardiogram and my blood pressure results came back normal so they siphoned off some blood to check for signs of cardio markers. Now I wait.

In the meanwhile I have been told by the doctor that I have to book an appointment with a neurologist. I didn’t know that my brain was causing this pain in my left arm. I would have thought a cardiovascular specialist would be more what the doctor ordered, but no a neurologist?

Friday, 19 September 2014

Drummer Boy

Come they told me, pa rum pump pum pum
To play my drum for the King, pa rum pum pum

Stop! Stop, wrong song

Wahamba nathi, Oh wahamba nathi
Oh wahamba nathi, siyabonga
Siyabonga Jesu, siyabonga Ngonyama Yezulu
Siyabonga Jesu, siyabonga

Ah that is more like it as this drummer boy play with all his heart
As the African drum beat full the Imbizo with rhythm

Hamba nathi Mkhululi wethu

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum

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