On the Couch with CA

It was a sweltering, hot, midsummer's night (no not Shakespeare's mid summers night), it was the one in the middle of summer in South Africa.   I hovered around in the dark anxiously waiting for my victim to arrive, as I was going to pounce upon her when she least expected it.   Hours had passed since night had fallen and still she had not come into her bedroom.  What was keeping her, I thought.  I am already feeling so parched, but I dare not leave my hiding place as she might see me.   There was a flash of light and I became slightly blinded by it as my eyes had become accustomed to the darkness behind the curtain.   I was just relieved that she had finally arrived and she was going to get into bed where I was going to attack her.  I would still have to wait until she was asleep before I could make my move though.  I did not want her to have the upper hand if she was to detect my presence.   Another hour had p...

My Grandmother, Mabel Isobel Hutton (AKA Ma, Aunty Bell or Mrs Hutton) Unless we acknowledge our past, we will not be able overcome that which pains us the most. The following story was written two years ago in remembrance of the forced removals out of District Six. "I am actually flabbergasted by the birthday wishes on the District Six page of Facebook.   Today is not District Six ( "D6" ) birthday.  Today is actually a reminder of the death of D6 when it was declared an area for whites only 48 years ago.  A very sad part of our history which should never be repeated.    The forced removals of D6 was the beginning of the breakdown of the Cape Town community, forcing families apart.  Turning neighbours into strangers and gangs into the new Marshall Law.    What I remember from growing up in D6 (all of thirteen years), was that the streets were our playgrounds.  We played lots of different games which involved sticks,...