Photo by Jonathan Borba on Pexels.com So, you want out. You want out so much that everybody knows.  If you are not speaking about it with a colleague at the coffee break out area, then you will be posting subtle disparaging messages using a false name on your social media channels. Otherwise, it will be… Continue reading Knocking on the exit door

Photo by Jeffrey Paa Kwesi Opare on Pexels.com Some years back, I had the unfortunate responsibility of calculating the redundancy dues of several of my colleagues. The company had decided to rationalize our extension services while at the same time bring in younger, more technology-savvy staff. This task, coming only three years into my employed… Continue reading Preparing for tomorrow

I recently reviewed my wardrobe. Yes, I can afford to do this after creating margin in my previously hectic life and lifestyle. Creating margin means pushing boundaries to prioritise things that matter to you. For many people, such would be family, friends, religion, health, in essence, all those things we tend to ignore in life… Continue reading When is much too much?

Photo by Josh Willink on Pexels.com Society rates your parenting skills on the output, which is your children and what they become in life.  For many, parenting is an art and not a science.  Some succeed while others fail in their attempt to nurture their children. Once two people, knowingly or unknowingly, decide to engage… Continue reading The art of parenting

This week we were expected to drop our children in school early to allow them to catch the train. The teachers were kind enough to send out reminders to parents with a detailed itinerary of the trip three days to the date. True to form parents turned up in school five, ten, 15 minutes late.… Continue reading Children and values

He must have served his employer diligently for some time. I assume this given his blue uniform, which proudly displays the two red stripes on his shoulder. The seniority pasted on the well-ironed clothes complements the shiny shoes. Then there is the swagger stick that he proudly swings around as he walks the beat. He… Continue reading Creators or enablers

About seven years ago my daughter came home with a pink card. On it was her home work, "Dad, we have been asked to memorize these words. The teacher said every time she hears somebody say any of the words they would get a star, and whoever has the most stars at the end of… Continue reading Magic words

I came in this afternoon to find our house help drenched in tears. My entry followed her receiving the news of the passing on of her mother. Having stayed with her as part of our household for a number of years now, we feel the loss as much as she does. Every death robs humankind… Continue reading Death pains