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The man with the library in his backyard

October 1, 2020 in Uncategorized

John Nicholson lived in Lavender Hill, a rather poor suburb on the Cape Flats.

He lost his job at a furniture factory when the owners disappeared without paying their staff, so he took on freelance upholstery jobs.

Gail and John

John was a devout Christian and the need of the kids in his area bugged him. Alchohol abuse is rampant in their area; other forms of abuse too.

John and his wife Gail provided a safe space for kids in need. They began feeding the kids as well.

The project became a regular soup kitchen.

But, said John, what is the use of a full stomach when the head remains empty? So, in order to fill the minds, he began collecting books and started a library in his backyard.

In 2016 he was given an award by the ATKV for his work.

John with the award in his hand

John passed away yesterday. It was a privilege to have known him.

Do read ths lovely article by Mandilakhe Tshwete in The Daily Voice.


Vir ‘n baie deegliker bespreking oor John in Afrikaans, ook ‘n video waarin hy praat, klik hier vir die huldeblyk wat ek op LitNet geskryf het.

Pret in die skool? | Fun at school?

September 29, 2020 in Uncategorized

Ek het vandag ’n fassinerende onderhoud met Solet Scheeres op Voertaal gelaai. In Nederland is die lees van storieboeke vir die lekker net so belangrik as Wiskunde, sê sy. In Suid-Afrika, daarenteen, is ons so behep met eksamens dat ons vergeet van lees. Eish.

Ons huidige skoolstelsel moet dringend plekmaak vir ’n uitkomsgebaseerde stelsel. In Australië werk dit, in Nederland werk dit. In Duitsland is daar voorbeelde wat werk. Hoekom wil ons nie wegkom van die onderwysstelsel en kurrikulum wat nog uitgedink is toe ek op skool was nie?

Moenie bloot vir my glo nie. Kyk bietjie wat sê Christien Neser oor lees. Sy beweer die regte boek kan letterlik iemand se lewe red.

Maar ek het ook pret gehad. Johannes Meyer het ’n fantastiese onderhoud met Fanie Viljoen gedoen oor Laaste lewe. Dit wys jou: Johannes is ’n leser en hy gebruik vaardighede wat nie uit die skool uitkom nie. Dié knaap bou nou al vir hom ’n reputasie.


If you are able to read Afrikaans, do yourself a favour and see how the Dutch school system favours reading just for the fun of it.

And have a look at the fabulous new Afrikaans graphic novel by Fanie Viljoen, as well as the interview by a thirteen-year old journalist.

Should you not be able to read Afrikaans graphic novels, do purchase the two stunning full-colour graphic novels by Luke Molver. At the beginning of the year, just before Covid struck, I gave a lecture to the history teachers in the IEB system, explained just how wonderful these two books will augment their grade 9 teaching.

Let’s make reading fun again!


Koop die papierboek.

Koop die e-boek.

Buy here.

Buy here.

I had myself injected with Covid-19

September 3, 2020 in Uncategorized

Checking my temperature

Last Friday I took off my warm jacket and told a doctor to plunge a needle into my arm to potentially infect me with Covid-19. Since then I have had to take my own temperature daily.

Twelve hours after being injected I suffered from rigors and was lethargic for another 12 hours. Thereafter and since I have been fine. I am doing my usual morning runs again.

Why did I do that? I signed up to be a test subject to help find a vaccination against the dreaded Covid-19.

But why?

  • I want to help find an affordable, safe vaccine soon. Very soon. South Africa’s economy needs tourism and retail to resume to normal.
  • I am healthy.
  • I am privileged and understand the potential consequences.

Many companies are testing possible vaccines. For a comprehensive look at the front runners, I recommend this article on the National Geographic website.

The study I am part of, is listed third from the top.

If you want to read more detail about the Ox1Cov-19 Vaccine VIDA-Trial testing the ChAdOx1 nCoV-19 vaccine, I would suggest this article.


As jy kan Afrikaans lees, klik dan hier vir my veel deegliker stuk op LitNet.


On a much lighter note, a group of medical doctors made this wonderful video. Do enjoy it.


In the mirror | Wie is jy?

August 9, 2020 in Uncategorized

For Women’s Day 2020* I asked a number of women in the book industry one question: “Which woman gave you a voice?”

The answers were varied and wonderful. Mothers, aunts, grandmothers, a headmistress, well-known authors and illustrators were mentioned. Karin Brynard even nominated Harald Pakendorf, a man who stood up to inequality.

One answer took my breath away. Chanette Paul, a hugely successful author, had this to say:

“The woman in the mirror in my early forties. I did not know her anymore. Even her name was strange to me. I no longer knew who she was or where she was going. For my self-preservation, I would have to try to figure it out, I realised. It was the hardest decision I have ever made. It was also the very best one.

“Nobody can give you a voice. You have to find it in yourself. Only then can people support you and help you hone your voice; you in turn should help them.”

Recently Netwerk24 published the top-selling Afrikaans books over the first six months, and Chanette Paul had three books in the top 20, see them in the picture below.

Women who rise above abuse is a constant theme in Paul’s work. Should you be able to read Afrikaans, this is an author not to miss.

Oh, and do read the other answers on LAPA’s blog page as well.



* In South Africa we celebrate Women’s Day on 9 August to commemorate a protest march on 9 August 1956, read about that here.


Ek het aan verskeie vroue gevra: “Watter vrou het aan jou ’n stem gegee?”

Klik hier vir die antwoorde van:

  • Elsa Hamersma (sy verwys na 1915 se optog)
  • Sophia Kapp
  • Bettina Wyngaard
  • Chanette Paul
  • Elsa Winckler
  • Susan Cilliers
  • Kristel Loots
  • Ilse Salzwedel
  • Nanette van Rooyen
  • Linki Brand
  • Zinelda McDonald
  • Karin Brynard
  • Lizette Rabe
  • Irma Joubert
  • Jana Marx
  • Alta Cloete.
Wie is jy?

Virtually yours: Anatomy of a very weird Comrades

June 14, 2020 in Uncategorized

So, this morning I joined more than 35 000 people in running a virtual Comrades. I have run eleven real Comrades Marathons; seven up, four down. I run barefoot for the 144 kids in the Durbanville Children’s Home.

(Afrikaans friends, there are a few personal notes in Afrikaans below.)

Printing the number emailed to me

Part of this morning’s the fun was being able to run in my green number. It was official. But why run a short, virtual race?

The Comrades started as a remembrance run for fallen war comrades. It has since grown into the world’s biggest ultra-distance race. It is not the toughest by any means, but it is tough and due its size it has come become known as “The Ultimate Human Race”.

The real Comrades is tough.

The real Comrades also shows one so much about camaraderie, or comradeship. That is why I chose not to do a long run today. I chose to run 10km, and I have asked many others to join me in running 5 km.

I know I can run 90 km without shoes, my green number is proof. I so wish to have more people be aware of the spirit of Comrades. This morning was an act of Camaraderie rather than Courage.

Getting up

I got up at 05:40.

This is unusual. Race day normally means getting up between 00:30 and 01:30 – yes, just after midnight – depending on whether it is an up or down run.

For a real race one has to check everything: Time chip, bus ticket (to the start or back from the finish), race numbers, everything has to be checked with precision, then rechecked.

Getting to the start

I jumped into my little car and drove to the parking lot across the road from the Durbanville Children’s Home.

Normally it is quite a trek to get to the start. I have been fortunate to have a chauffeur (my mom) over the last few years. She lives close to Pietermaritzburg and knows the backroads well.

For a down run one has to get relatively close to the Pietermaritzburg City Hall (meaning about a kilometre.)

For an up run, one has to get to the bus in Pietermaritzburg that will transport you to the start.

The start

I asked permission to start and end my run at the Durbanville Children’s Home.

Normally, at a real start, one waits in holding pens according to your seeding. And waits. The wait before the start is cold on a down run.

My first run in the green number was cool, but it was only when I was allowed into that special holding pen for green-number athletes that the enormity of it all hit me: I was surrounded by legends.

I guess I will never be a Comrades legend, but that is why I supported and encouraged so many to run this virtual race with the legends. “Race the Comrades legends” was the idea behind the race.

And so, with a selfie I was off. All alone.

Normally there are 20 000 runners and thousands of spectators, TV crews and drones. The helicopters take off at first light.

We normally fill both carriage ways of the street. This morning I had the start to myself.

No cock crowing.

No national anthem.

No Shosholoza.

No cannon blast.

The few minutes before a real Comrades starts make for an amazing experience. If you are physically capable, do it at least once.

I am off

With a small tap on my Strava App, I got going.

Normally it takes about 5 minutes after the gun to get to the start line.

This morning I was able to run circles around the Durbanville Children’s’ Home. Nobody was in my way, nobody, but the satellites tracking my cellphone, there to be a witness.

The run

I circled the Children’s Home once and set off into the surrounding suburbs. The home owners in this area often support the Children’s Home. Many of the kids in the Home attend schools for which the upkeep is paid for by those living in this suburb.

Many decades ago the relationship was more problematic. Durbanville was where the up-and-coming Afrikaners took root, and the Home was an eyesore to some. That wonderful chef and restaurateur, Michael Olivier, once told me that he was at school with the kids from the Home and they were known as “kaalvoetkinders” (barefoot kids).

Guess why I now run barefoot?

The real Comrades is between 87 km and 90 km, depending on whether it is up or down.

On the down run you exit Pietermaritzburg via the notorious Polly Shorts. At Polly Shorts we normally get some first light.

A very different sunrise

Then we run through Camperdown and start climbing towards the highest point of the race – close to the “Lion Park” – they do have lions there!

From there we run a long way with a bunch of uphills to towards Drummond, which is halfway.

Halfway: No banners, no dancers, no spectators

My halfway this morning was close to Durbanville’s race course (horses). I chose some off-roading for fun.

I checked in on the Children’s Home again and took a picture of the local Dutch Reformed Church. The Home is massively supported by the NG Kerk community.

Another loop took me to heart of Durbanville where this beautiful set of art works has been placed.

In 1938 the centenary of the Groot Trek (Big Trek) was celebrated at this spot. The original Trek happened when a group of rebels moved away from British rule and tried to take the lands occupied by the local African peoples.

Fighting was inevitable. Many black Africans were killed, many settlers died too.

In 1938 the nationalist movement was firmly in place and fuelled by Hitler’s rise in Germany, the Groot Trek was celebrated as an exclusively white and Afrikaans thing – something it never was.

Here at this spot the Centerary Trek held an important stopover with all the Nationalist rhetoric.

This lovely group of sculptures, in the form of clay oxen – seemingly made by a black boy, but representing the rainbow of a modern-day South Africa, is wonderful. It embraces the spirit of the Trek, but not in an exclusive, acerbic way, much rather it celebrates South Africa.

I stopped and took these pictures three quarters into my race this morning.

Normally, at three quarters, I would be approaching Pinetown and my entire body would be sore. The pain associated with Comrades is hard to describe. By 60 km everything, absolutely everything, in the body is sore.

At this stage of the real Comrades stopping for a picture is dangerous as one may not be able to start running again. Exhaustion and confusion sometimes make people do odd things around this time. The spectators are amazing, though. Fellow runners too.

As the sun started rising over the last quarter of my race, I saw a few more fellow virtual-Comrades runners.

TK here was doing the 45 km. This would have been his third Comrades.

As I closed in the Durbanville Children’s Home again, I realised that I’d need to plan my last kilometre carefully to make my 10 km end at their gate.

I carefully chose a route around the local convenience and suddenly was hungry.

At 10 km I ran up to the gate.

Job done.

Virtual race run. Not quite the same as the real thing, but in the spirit I loved it.

Should you ever get the change, you should experience the end of a real Comrades. It is overwhelming. No matter how sore and tired you are – those last few hundred metres on the grass is an experience I am not capable of describing.


With one last selfie I walked to the car.

The Home needs old cellphones and tablets, as the kids are also doing virtual classes during Covid. Anyone able to help, please write to [email protected].

Post race

I had breakfast and helped my darling in the garden. Normally, especially after a down run, it is nearly impossible to walk for 24 hours.

Post mortem

I salute the Comrades Marathon Association for this initiative. I’d suggest that it should happen very year on Comrades Day. Those who can, should do the (real) 90km. Everywhere else in the world I would love to see 5, 10 or 21,’s races being run in the spirit of Comrades.

Iets persoonlik

Die wat my goed ken, sal weet dat ek in die Comrades tyd gewoonlik na my ma gaan.

My ma, wat self al ’n hele aantal kort padwedlope voltooi het, doen tans iets heeltemal anders. Sy en my twee sussies loop die virtuele Camino de Santiago. Elke dag stap sy en my sussies in drie verskillende stede op twee kontinente en registreer hulle Camino-afstande.

Dan kry hulle ’n aanduiding waar hulle op die roete is. My ma was Vrydag iewers in die Pireneë.

Toe ek Saterdagmiddag my klere regsit en alles nagaan, stuur ek vir haar ’n foto en sê dis vreemd om voor te berei vir ’n Comrades sonder haar. Haar antwoord? Wel, soveel is virtueel deesdae. Verbeel jou ek is virtueel by jou al is ek virtueel in Spanje!

Ongekaart. Ongeloof(lik). Nuwe bediening.

June 1, 2020 in Uncategorized

Ongekaart, saamgestel deur Cas Wepener en Anandie Greyling, uitgegee deur Bybel-Media se druknaam Bybelkor, is merkwaardig.

Soveel mense is al seergemaak deur die kerk, of dan deur pionne van die kerk, wat glo hulle verstaan die pad na die hemel; hier kom dié merkwaardige boek en vra: Wat van hulle nie op die hoofweë wandel nie?

Ons almal ken die formulier vir die doop, maar hoe help die kerk mense tydens ’n miskraam of aborsie? O, die wit rok voor die kansel is ’n bekende plek, maar hoe help die kerk as jy wil skei? Wat is die kerk se respons as jy ’n swerfgenoot het?

Tydens die doop word ’n naam aan jou toegeken deur jou ouers, maar wat van mense wat van gender verander en dus ook ’n nuwe naam wil opneem? Hierdie boek verskaf raad.

Die kerk het baie mense seergemaak en weggestoot in die verlede. Ek bewonder diegene wat die kaarte as muurpapier gebruik en trots nuwe, ongekarteerde waters invaar.

Hoe help die kerk ’n persoon om te erken sy/hy is gay? Hierdie boek gee raad.

Terwyl baie kerke nog gay mense wil wegstoot, bied hierdie boek hulp aan dominees wat mense wil bedien wat ’n lewensverbintenis wil maak met iemand van dieselfde geslag.

Die kerk bestaan uit mense, en is daarom feilbaar. Die NG Kerk het al baie foute gemaak, maar hierdie boek, en ander deur Bybel-Media, wys hoe ver die Kerk (sien die hoofletter) al gevorder het.

Koop dit. Koop nog. Gee dit aan mense wat nog ongekaart is.

Die boek het dalk nie al die antwoorde nie, maar dit vra reeds uitstekende vrae.

Hier is die boek te koop:

Vandag is die begin van Pride Month. Dié boek is vir almal. Dit is merkwaardig.

Small stories, big remember

May 10, 2020 in Uncategorized

This morning while walking the dogs I met someone from my neighbourhood whose grandmother had died during the Big Flu. Today it was exactly one hundred years ago.

The beloved with two of our dogs.

She did not allow me to use her photographs or name, but the story is fascinating.

One of the reasons why I document my neighbourhood during the pandemic is exactly to tell personal stories that may in future touch the lives of others.

Throughout my career I have enjoyed telling the smaller stories, because when we see the human being, not the stats, we can relate.

I am fascinated by statistics and I love a spreadsheet. I have read countless articles of the curves during the big flu of the previous century. But meeting this “neighour” from down the road, made the story real.

We need the big picture. I love reading popular, well-crafted articles in magazines and newspapers throughout the world. Yet, any good journalist will tell you: Find the human angle otherwise your story will be dry.

One of the most unassuming journalists out there is called Brandon Stanton. Never heard of him? I am not surprised. But you may have heard of Humans of New York, or HONY.

Brandon began photographing the humans in New York. His hood. Soon he realised that his readers craved the stories, less so than the pictures (his words). I believe it is both. Brandon has that uncanny ability to draw one to the story with a picture, then he punches you with that last line. Mini stories. People. Humans. No wonder Brandon has been flown all over the world by the United Nations to give a face to the refugee crisis in the Mediterranean, or the homicide Rwanda.

When I was in academia, we looked at the personal narrative vs. the Master Narrative.

My son and his dog

And so, back to my “neighbour”. I am fascinated by archives, by the photographs and artefacts of yesteryear. One day someone will try to learn about Covid-19. The facts will there and will be debated, even then. The personal stories will touch the readers. Why else do so many people read historical novels? We follow one person through a period in the past. She / he / they becomes a guide for us.

Each one of us are contributing to the stories for tomorrow.

Each blog or insta account that documents a personal story does something for tomorrow.

I phoned the author Irma Joubert the other day. I had the privilege of joining her on the marketing tour for Mentje – Kind van Pas-Opkamp. She explained how she had read many personal accounts of the “onderduikers” (those who had been in hiding during World War II). Irma often said: “Imagine how hard it would be to raise children who have to remain quiet and indoors.”

I phoned her up and said: “Lockdown has taught me to appreciate that book even more.”


Who will write the definitive novel of someone living through Covid-19, with flashbacks to the Big Flu?

Small dog, big story

Women and the truth | Ysbere en singende orgidee

April 13, 2020 in Uncategorized

Mary Treat was a scientific genius.

Who? Yes, exactly. So were Jeanne Baret, Ynés Mexica and Marianne North. Who?

Mary Treat was held in high esteem by Charles Darwin, yet she is not on the A-list of international celebrities.

I have recently read two books about explorers of the truth whose gender made it impossible to excel in a world where people operate beyond truth, where questionable morals superseded scientific fact.


Vir Afrikaanse leser. Daar is ‘n brokkie laer af oor ‘n fantastiese kinderboek.


The two books cannot be more different. One is a heavy, fascinating novel, the other a delightful, thin children’s book in full colour about a polar bear who sets off to the Amazon in a rowing boat. Yet, at the core of these two books lies the fact that an ice bear in the tropics may have a better chance of succeeding on a mission than women who seek the truth in a world that cares only for convention.


Animal explorers: Lola the Plant Hunter

Sharon Retta sends a polar bear, Lola, into the rain forest to look for a rare plant.

The second last page of the book holds a sobering reality check: Lola merely represents real-life female scientists who had had to overcome severe prejudice due to their gender.

The title of this wonderful book is Animal explorers: Lola the Plant Hunter. I read the Afrikaans, beautifully translated by Jaco Jacobs, called Diereverkenners: Lola en die singende orgidee.



The other book is Unsheltered by Barbara Kingsolver.

I am a major fan of Kingsolver’s and this book did not disappoint. After reading it, I phoned my mom and said: Get it! She got her copy a few hours before lockdown.

One could write a thesis on this book, but I’ll try not to bore you.

The book explores the lives of families from Vineland in New Jersey.

First, in the present, we meet Willa Knox. She is a typical middle-class woman for whom the American Dream seems to be fading. Knox’s husband is a college professor and they are struggling to make ends meet, for tenure is something most academics do not get in the USA. She discovers that a little-known scientist, Mary Treat, who used to live in the same town – possibly even extremely close to her own home.

We then jump back to the 1800s. The reader then meets Treat’s neighbours. Thatcher Greenwood is a teacher at the local high school. He desperately tries to teach science, but his stubborn headmaster wants none of it. Science, the headmaster says, is for people who do not believe in God. Thatcher also tries to educate girls, and that seems preposterous.

Thatcher lives with his young wife, Rose, who desperately wants to be a society girl, like her mother once was. Rose’s sister, Polly, is the one who understands Thatcher’s quest and she really turns into a delightful character. I adored Polly.

Mary Treat’s life and scientific pursuits provide elastic bands that hold these two worlds together.

Treat’s scientific mind and her friendship with an ever-more desperate Thatcher, is juxtaposed with shallow pursuits of his wife and those who want to be seen to be in the correct circles. Truth means nothing to the men in high places; in this world even a deliberate murder can happen with little consequence to the perpetrator.

In the present Willa Knox has to deal with en egotistical megalomaniac with an orange skin who runs for president. In the past we meet a feeble president who cannot keep the rampant capitalists at bay.

The book explores how politicians get away with disregarding the truth in order to make more money. In opposition to them are the “unsheltered” scientists who go out on a limb to find the truth.

So we find one part of the title unfolding.

The other part of the title is more ominous. In the present Willa Knox lives in crumbling house. In the past Thatcher Greenwood and his family did as well.

The book is a delightful interplay of past and present, with figures seemingly leaping across the decades. Polly, the delightful young women in Thatcher’s household, finds a present-day match in Tig, a four-foot tall woman who refuses to bow to society’s demands.

Tig is short for Antigone, and that of course unlocks an entire intertextual world to the Greek feminist texts; as does the fact that Willa’s husband is Greek and knows the myths. Mary Treat had little recourse to resources, but she succeeded despite her gender. In the ancient times and in the present we find her experiences sandwiched by the two Antigones.

Mary Treat was a woman in a time when her gender meant that her scientific work would not be recognised by most – even though she was held in high regard by the likes of Charles Darwin.

Unsheltered is not an easy read, but is a really good book. I loved it.

So we return to the delight polar bear who rows to Amazon in search of an singing orchid. Fantasy? The orchid is not, but spare a thought to real-life female explorers whose passions and careers were trashed simply because of their gender.


Diereverkenners: Lola en die singende orgidee.

Hierdie wonderlike kinderboek is ’n inspirasie vir grootmense ook.

Lola hou van blomme. Sy wil, soos haar oupa, die wêreld gaan verken. Haar oupa moedig haar aan en só beland Lola in die Amazone.

Hierdie fantastiese boek is te koop by alle goeie boekwinkels. Ondersteun hulle asseblief wanneer ons nie meer ingeperk is nie. Jy sal vind dat Bargain Books en Graffiti dit sal hê, of dadelik sal bestel. Die ander groot winkels sal dikwels ook moeite doen as jy ’n boek soek.

LAPA by die Toyota US Woordfees 2020

March 4, 2020 in Uncategorized

Domestic Noir: Behind closed doors

9 Maart 14:00


Deborah Steinmair, Margriet van der Waal en Mira Feticu in gesprek met Christy Weyer-Loedolff

Deborah is die skrywer van As jy van moord droom.

What happens behind closed doors? Find out, click here!

Wat vroue wil hê

9 Maart 14:00

Upstage @Drostdyteater

Reney Warrington en Debbie Loots gesels met Abraham Le Roux.

Reney is die skrywer van Smit Motors.

Is die tyd vir politieke korrektheid verby?

9 Maart 15:30


Waldimar Pelser en Michael le Cordeur in debat met Amanda Gouws.

Waldimar Pelser is die skrywer van In gesprek met Waldimar.

Erla-Mari Diedericks, Seks leuens en die internet

11 Maart 10:00

Upstage @Drostdyteater

Erla-Marie Diedericks gesels met die nimlike Marion Holm.

Erla is die skrywer van Seks leuens en die internet

Die “Mandela-Dokter”

11 Maart 11:00


Willem Laubscher en Willie Esterhuyse gesels met Dennis Cruywagen.

Willem is die skrywer van Operation Mandela.

’n Vernacular Spectacular: Keeping up met Kaaps

11 Maart 15:30


André Trantraal, Olivia M. Coetzee, Ricardo Arendse en Jitsvinger gesels met Theresa Biberauer. Theresa praat Afrikaans, al kom sy die pad van Cambridge Universiteit in Engeland.

André Trantraal het Jason Reynolds se Ghost na Afrikaans vertaal as Spoekie. Hy het ook al talle ander vertalings gedoen en is ook die skrywer van Keegan en Samier.

Du Toitskloof en Armand kook (weer) kaal

11 Maart 20:00

Die Khaya

Kom ervaar Armand se sjarme, ’n aantal lekkernye en proe die wyne wat Ed Beukes van Du Toitskloof Kelder voorsit.

Armand is die skrywer van Armand kook kaal. Die boek is ook in Engels beskikbaar as Nude.

Seuns se seerkry

12 Maart 14:00

Adam Small Seminaarkamer

Hannes Barnard en Ben Viljoen gesels met Bettina Wyngaard. Twee diep verhale.

Hannes is die skrywer van Halley se komeet. Ben is die skrywer van Ballade vir Nkunzi.

Wanneer hare “mince” … en kinders droom

12 Maart 15:30


Bianca Flanders gesels met Riana Scheepers oor HARE en Dale Blankenaar laat boeke se illustrasies lewendig word.

Bianca is die skrywer van Prinses Pampoenpit.

Minibusse en melkkoeie

12 Maart 17:00


James-Brent Styan gesels met Johan Jack Smith, Pieter-Louis Myburgh en Sidney Gilroy.

James is die skrywer van The Bosasa Billions en Steinhoff en die Stellenbosse boys.

Du Toitskloof en Armand kook (weer) kaal

13 Maart 20:00

Die Khaya

Kom ervaar Armand se sjarme, ’n aantal lekkernye en proe die wyne wat Ed Beukes van Du Toitskloof Kelder voorsit.

Armand is die skrywer van Armand kook kaal. Die boek is ook in Engels beskikbaar as Nude.

Du Toitskloof en Armand kook (weer) kaal

14 Maart 20:00

Die Khaya

Kom ervaar Armand se sjarme, ’n aantal lekkernye en proe die wyne wat Ed Beukes van Du Toitskloof Kelder voorsit.

Armand is die skrywer van Armand kook kaal. Die boek is ook in Engels beskikbaar as Nude.

Vir U, die onbekende vrou

March 3, 2020 in Uncategorized

In Ambre Nicolson en Jaxon Hsu se boek Die A, B, C van Suid-Afrikaanse Baanbrekervroue is daar ’n bepaalde inskrywing wat my positief stem. Die letter U is oop. Daar staan U, onbekende vrou wie se stories ons nie ken nie.

Vanoggend, in die vroeë ure kry ek ’n boodskap van Marilyn Gantana wat vertel haar ma het gesterf. Toe ek die boodskap oordra aan ’n toenmalige baas wat vir Marilyn geken het, vertel hy my sy eie ma is die naweek oorlede.

Net daar gaan kyk weer na die letter U.

Drie geslagte, Ma Sophie in die middel

Ek het Marilyn se ma net een keer ontmoet, toe ek hierdie kiekie geneem het, maar ek het haar “geken” uit Marilyn se vertellings. Die toenmalige baas se ma het ek nooit ontmoet nie, maar sy was ’n legende onder van my vriende.

Dit is eintlik die punt van hierdie inskrywing: Hoeveel ongelooflike vroue kry nooit die kollig op hulle nie, word nie in boeke verewig nie, maar maak uiteindelik ’n geweldige bydrae in die samelewing?


Jare gelede het ek met Marilyn ’n aantal onderhoude gevoer. Elkeen is maar so 30 sekondes lank. Luister hoe baie haar ma genoem word. (Die boek is lankal uit druk, koop dit tweedehands as jy kan. Dis stories wat tel.)

Storie 1

Storie 2

Storie 3

Storie 4

Storie 5


Dit is ‘n saluut hierdie. Aan Ma Sophie. Aan die tannie met die poppe. Ook vir almal wat onbekend is, maar soveel gedoen het.


A to Z of Amazing South African Women was published by that amazing person Colleen Higgs of Modjadji Books.


Die A, B, C van Suid-Afrikaanse baanbrekervroue is uitgegee deur Wenkbrou.


A is Antjie Krog

B is Buyisiwe Sondezi

C is Cissie Gool

D is Dope Saint Jude

E is Eva of Krotoa

F is Fatima Meer

G is Glenda Kemp (JIP! Die stripper!)

H is Helen Suzman

I is Irma Stern

J is Judith Sephuma

K is Khanyi Dhlomo

L is Lillian Ngoyi

M is Miriam Makeba

N is Natalie du Toit

O is Olive Schreiner

P is mev. Ples

Q is Qunita Adams

R is Ruth First

S is Semenya (Caster)

T is Thuli Madonsela


V is Vuyiseka Bubula

W is Winnie Mandela

X is Xolile Tshabalala

Y is Yvonne Chaka Chaka

Z is Zanele Muholi