Verlustiging

November 14, 2009

Ek verlustig my

In die taalryke tong van my land

Tussen rol erre en klieks en grommende keelklanke

Die Romanse van die dansende kleintongetjie

 

Ek verlustig my

In die Kleurryke disse van my land

Van stapelvoedsel tot fynproewer amperse smake

Wat met tekstuur, kraakklanke en aromas

My sinne streel

 

Ek verlustig my

In die liefderyke mense van my Land

Wat saam teen samehorigheid uitvaar

En die Andserse bly aanbid

 

Ek verlustig my

In die glorieryke natuur van my Land

Waar God vir ons ‘n klaar legkaart gegee het 

Met biljarde stukke

Wat ons een-een verbrand

en later sal moet vind.

 

Ek verlustig my

 

Ek verlustig my

Oh to be an African!

November 14, 2009

I’d understand if you’d refuse that I should call me Black. 

‘Cause I ain’t black by far.

 

But you’d have me tick the Black square,

 

I’d understand that I could not call myself  ”African” if my African roots were not so deep that they are recorded in cave drawings not far from my Dad’s and His Dad’s childhood home.

 

I’d understand.

 

I’d understand if it were not you who spent more time in Europe than in Africa.

 

Exiled you say??

 

Why did YOU not rather stay and die like some I knew and loved? 

 

And then be buried an African on African soil?

PARENTING

November 14, 2009

I have the privilege of raising (or perhaps more accurately – occasionally assisting my wife in raising) two sons. Christian Anthony is now four years and eight months old and John Patrick two years and eight months old. 

They could not be more different except for the fact that they are often described by friends and acquaintances as the happiest and most confident kids that people have met for a while.

As a parent, one could probably not ask for more. So I wonder what has contributed to these characteristics, if it is something that my wife and I have done or whether we have just been lucky. And in the not knowing is tied up the concern that we’re gonna mess it up, of course…

My wife has stayed at home to raise them after we had decided that we would do this while we were able and if so, until they went to primary school. Of course, sacrifices have had to be made but for now, we’ll hang in there. 

Spare a thought for us. We’re doing our best.

The techno glitch

November 14, 2009

I have made a quiet survey of my closest friends and have decided that I will no longer be sending personal emails to those of them who have their emails diverted straight to their phones.

Let me tell you why.

You see, Other than when I’m not shooting off a quick response from a meeting environment, I take trouble crafting emails. I word them carefully, I reread them. I put in words and phrases which qualify statements. I number my points if I am putting in place a reasoned response so that people can respond to each individual point.

Then I send this off to friends just waking up who have a cellphone beep on their bedside/ or in the middle of something else they are doing etc who read this email as if its an sms, responds to the general impression it creates in their heads rather than to the actual content and fire from the hip…

I shall no longer be sending emails to phones…

I shall be sending SMSs or calling.

Technology does call for a changed approach to people sometimes…

Bouncing in Zero Gravity

December 24, 2008

About the name of this Blog:

I suppose there are many of us who just know that we have the capability to write a book. And so this is the title of my first book. It is meant, like many first novels, to focus on the autobiographical. In this first book, I have decided to look first at myself in relation to the Bipolar mood disorder that is so much a part of my life.

The idea is that the blog be a space where I play out the thematic content which will eventually form the back-bone of the text itself.

Today I will plot out a few thoughts around how a bipolar sufferer functions effectively in the workplace.

A mood disorder is unpredictable and challenges one to build up a set of tools with which to deal with it effectively, to manage it so as to ensure that you can function effectively within the various spheres of life to which you attach meaning and to which society attaches value of some or other sort.

This control, I thought, is comparable to bouncing in zero gravity as your movement is entirely dependent upon a will within yourself to move in a direction you have elected. Without gravity to provide a point of reference, a constancy, you have to use other means to propel yourself. This could be the matter around you against which you push yourself away but mostly, you have to be the propelling force, knowing the direction in which you want to go and using this end point to focus your efforts.

I have identified this end point as the improvement of the quality of life of others. A selfish focus, I know as it is virtually impossible to do this without impacting positively upon the quality of your own life, but there is no rule against being self-serving in life…

For the functional bipolar “sufferer” - I put this in italics because bipolar has an inherent element of fun which, if you enquire, nobody with bipolar will swop for anything - work is, after relationships, the ultimate challenge.

While we can outwork most people, the demand for consistency often is the cause of our undoing. To be successful in the workplace you need to pitch up. And we’d rather not pitch up at all than be sub-standard. This is probably the most difficult lifestyle characteristic we need to overcome in order to remain effective in the workplace.

Medication to balance out the chemical imbalance in your brain is often approached by the deployment of something akin to a cruise missile taking out a moth and there is always collateral damage of some kind or another.

 We are told that Lithium is the “Gold Standard” as if we are unaware of the fluctuation in the value of gold. Living on Lithium – yes, it is really the element on the physics table of elements that you remember from school – is like wrapping yourself in cotton wool. You are safe from yourself and the world, but your experience of that world is mediated to such an extent that you really might as well not be in it.

And, of course you are told that you will have to be on medication for the rest of your life. bd that is morning and evening (if you are lucky enough not to have to take anything in the afternoon.

Then there is the weather, believe it or not. We are actually affected by how bright or dark it is. I often have depressive episodes during winter, when it is overcast for extended periods of time. I’ve heard of light boxes but the idea of sticking my head into a box with a number of light bulbs for company has not yet grown to appeal to me.

So my plan is as follows. I see a psychiatrist, a psychologist, a dietician, a biokineticist and a thai massage therapist and I go to church at least once a week.

Next time I’ll unpack what each of these elements of my “holistic approach” does for me – and what it costs.

Have a great Christmas!

FRIENDSHIP

December 22, 2008

Hiding one whole self from
another whole self encumbers
full meeting. It is difficult enough for
naked bodies to meet wholly.
When two selves are clothes in
pretense, they cannot come together;
there is separateness in their
togetherness, not togetherness in
their separateness.

- Ray Grigg

Friendship demands the banishment of pretence. That there be no difference between appearance and reality. No space between self and other.

Friendship cannot, therefore, exist without discomfort. For one’s comfortable space by definition no longer exists.

Friends should therefore be selected with care and from time to time assessment and cleansing should take place. The privilege of friendship should be deserved and so deserving proved.

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December 13, 2008

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