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Soul Talkers - its time to write my last blog. My suitcase is packed, my refridgerator switched off, my central heating system drained, leaving parties attended, and just one last goodbye left to be said.

The 'deen will be absent of one drug dealing food fanatical Soul Talker, for she is venturing off to pastures new. Yes Soul Talkers, I'm off to Swaziland. How long for? I'm not too sure. I guess that will be determined by work, love, sense of fulfillment and patience. I'm very much looking for… Continue

I was driving into work this morning listening to the radio. Audrey, you will all be pleased to hear, is still running, albeit she is possibly being held together by the inches of dirt and grime that has laid thick after 2 years of being washed naturally by the sky. Audrey can tune into only a few channels, which with the switch over to digital will soon be diminished to none. These days she is tuned into the grown up station of news and discussions. Lately, the news has been of little interest… Continue

"In order to facilitate complete understanding between all people, a universal auxiliary language will be adopted and in the schools of the future two languages will be taught -- the mother tongue and this international auxiliary tongue which will be either one of the existing language or a new language made up of words from all the languages -- the matter is to be determined by a confederation met for the purpose which shall represent all tribes and nations. This international tongue will be… Continue

Well Soul Talkers - I'm back in the land of Soul Talk - the thesis is done! I'm off to Chicago next week to present my findings - then I return to defend my thesis - I just want to say a big thank you to you all for being there for me during this rollercoaster time. I can categorically say its been a pleasure and welcome distraction. So now what? That is a good question. I'm going to do the classic - 'find myself' for a while - so I'm off to southern Africa to figure it out.

This quote by Abdul… Continue

As with most children whose lives are changed, I adapted. I learnt to live with my situation and realised resistance was futile. I was better off keeping the peace and going along to feasts and sunday school. Life was quieter that way. Secretly I enjoyed them too but there was no way I was going to let on that I actually wanted to go - that would be saying that these new parents of mine were right.

A year after starting sunday school, my biological mother went for a 50+ breast screening and was… Continue