….in a dark, dark semi-detached house, in a dark, dark street, an Australian, an Irishman and their South African son settled down to sleep. All was well. Every night. One … Continue reading →
This time last year I posted this rather bland piece of writing about the beginning of the World Cup in South Africa. My poor blogging performance was obviously due to … Continue reading →
Too often in Joburg the stories I hear on the radio and read in the newspapers are depressing, harrowing or downright heartbreaking. But this evening I heard a story that … Continue reading →
Another lauded danger of living in Johannesburg is breaking down; particularly on the highway. Breaking down sucks no matter where you are, but here there seems to be an added … Continue reading →
It’s here! Silas Patrick Reid is here! The cutest baby in the world has arrived! My firstborn son, the mixture of me and my husband, the one who will carry … Continue reading →
Apparently over the weekend in Australia a news program of questionable quality aired a story about the dangers of visiting South Africa for the World Cup. This doesn’t in the … Continue reading →
Life is fast, messy and cutthroat in Joburg. One thing every Kwera Kwera must adjust to in living here is dealing with crime. There’s just more of it here, and … Continue reading →
I live in a bit of a media vaccuum. I don’t own a TV. I rarely remember to buy the newspaper or to read it online. My car radio has … Continue reading →
Living in Joburg brings with it much necessary time spent dealing with bureacracy, both in trying to get here, and then trying to survive. Besides having always wanted to use … Continue reading →
Today was a good day! I got my visa extended at Home Affairs in Joburg. This has involved months of waiting, filling out forms, driving to the police headquarters in … Continue reading →