Tuesday, July 24, 2007

A Quick Crow

Hi all,

Yes, I know, I've been remiss. And you've missed me terribly. But I've been so busy basking in the glow of seeing my writing on a 'Literary Website', that all else was driven from my mind.

So go to LitNet

and read my short story. It will be in my collection. And just so you know, I've been working on that as well :-)

Monday, July 16, 2007

Back Home

It’s been more than three months. A longer ‘break’ than even I could have imagined. And thanks to a horribly defunct Telkom, I still languish without telephone lines. ADSL? Huh, fat chance! So I’ve gone the wireless route, and hence, courtesy of Vodaphone, I now present my first blog entry in months.

The last three months have been filled with house moving, living and dying. Let me explain. We moved house, and miraculously, I survived the Great Trek, though I was almost 8 months pregnant. I am now an official resident of suburbia.

Not long after the move, my nephew ‘drowned’ in a koi pond. He was just over a year old at the time. And for almost a week it was touch and go, with everyone wondering whether he would survive, and worrying, if he did, how severe his brain damage would be. His mother did not need another mentally handicapped child in the home. Dealing with her 18 year old son, whose brain has not developed beyond the age of five, is challenge enough.

Seeing little Mohammed now, all smiles and mischief, after his traumatic ordeal, is enough to convince even the most dubious of minds, of the existence of God, Allah. In a space of three weeks, he had gone from a near lifeless form, in an ICU to a perfectly normal 14 month old :-)

And then came the birth. Hamza Imraan Bhamjee arrived at 8am on the morning of the 31 May, weighing a healthy 2.98 kg. He’s doing well, and so am I. Thanks for asking ;-)

This last month has been a time of deep introspection for me. And no, it wasn’t the snowfall that we saw after 25 years that prompted the questions. It was something a lot less cheering.

Just over a week ago, my grandfather’s elder brother, a man of nearly 90 was robbed and murdered in his home. He was bludgeoned to death with a crowbar. I’m told that his bloodied body that was almost naked, was not a pleasant sight. I am also told that the thieves went as far as to steal the bedding from his bed.

This is a man who should have been allowed the dignity of dying peacefully in his bed, with his children by his side. Natural causes, this is what the records should have revealed, but instead, he has become just another crime statistic.

And the reports in the news of children being abducted, raped and murdered have become so common now, that no one even bats an eyelid when these stories are told in newspapers. What kind of a society is it, where no respect is accorded the old, and no care is shown for the young?

Before, I vanish, I need to apologise to Widad and Safiyyah, two very dear friends who were so worried by my absence that they are now very upset with me. Believe me, had I been able to get in touch and let you know that I was alive and well, albeit it very tired, I would have. Realising how little we control in our own lives is a truly humbling experience.

To all those who still dropped by now and again to check up on me, thank you. Andres, part II is on its way, as soon as I can get the wireless sorted out on my PC. Laptops are not my machine of choice.

p.s if the typing is croddy, and the spelling stinks, blame it on baby. Thanks to him, I'm having to learn 'one hand typing'. and not doing any writing for months wreaks havoc with your editor's eye.

Kimya, before I forget, I hope the book is doing great. Here's to many, many more.

You'all watch this space. I'll be reveiwing the book by our own 'anonymous' (those who comment know her) pretty soon. Seeing as I can't get to Exclusive Books, I'll order a copy online. Thank God for the internet.