I wouldn’t really consider myself a huge fan of national symbols. I can’t stand all of the jingoistic flag waving and ‘Ooh I’m so proud of my country me-I-am’ stuff. I tend to take the attitude of ‘accident of birth – what’s there to feel so chuffed about?’ Yes, if you ask me what I […]
Do they need a Madonna? Or an Angelina?
… Part 6 By now you might be thinking this; these street children, these vulnerable nippers in Epako (or in any former township in southern Africa) who helps them to survive? Why don’ t they have parents around? There are many answers to the last question. Disease is the biggie. HIV/AIDS being the obvious one. […]