Can you believe it? The irresponsibility! Tom is writing exams, writes five and decides he wants to write the last three when I can invigilate. The others have been invigilated by his tutor Langelihle and another third-year student Rebecca. So we settle on Saturday afternoon and Sunday. Except he arranges for Ryan to come around […]
“Tell me a story and the price can drop” I said in my ad on gumtree.co.za “It’s for my triplets” said Bruce from KwaDukuza, so he got it for R500 instead of R600.
Today twelve year old Tom comes home with a long face. He took his cellphone to school and was busted. School rule: The phone is confiscated for the rest of the term! I laughed like a drain – even harder when he manfully tried to smile ruefully. Tonight was Jessie’s school art exhibition and music […]
Entrepreneurs’ Day at school. Kids are selling samoosas, boerie rolls, sweets, cupcakes, biryani. What are you going to do, Jess? “Me and Aik are going to give dance lessons, Dad. Hip Hop”. OK. She made a poster, cut a CD, cleared a classroom. And nobody showed up. I hung around, thinking Oh well, every outcome […]
Car spotting and car bragging is a (very) competitive sport at Tom’s school. Every day I hear tales of Ferraris and Range Rovers taking kids to school and the sad lament of what the isikoroskoro we drive means to his standing. We usually park far from the school (I let him walk the last few […]
Tom’s headmaster committed suicide. At the school. He was found by a caretaker. It has rattled my two profoundly. Aitch had befriended Eugene when his wife was also suffering from cancer, and then more so when she died, about two years before Aitch died. They were in a home bible study class with the Methodist […]
ByeBye TomTom, I shout as he leaves for school. au revoir comes the reply in a gruff French accent. I dunno. Ratatouille, the movie, I think.
JessJess won the freestyle, breaststroke and backstroke, plus a 2nd in the relay. Go, Girl!
Played football in Apache Oklahoma in ’73 for the Apache Warriors. The coaches did their best to bring this African up to speed on the rules and objectives of gridiron. We played two pre-season warm-up games followed by five league games. And lost all seven encounters! Myself I was kinda lost on the field, what […]
Way back in around 1962 Donald Coleman and I walked home from school. The Harrismith Kleinspan School. It was about a mile and we set off around 1pm. When we got home we got the “Where have you been!?” treatment. Apparently it was 5pm already and getting dark and cold. Well, we wouldn’t have known […]
Just in the last couple weeks Jessie has had three trips to the dentist, a flap of loose skin in her cheek, (I have to peer inside and tut-tut) – . . slammed her finger in a drawer, needed lower back massaging and stubbed her toe. Badly. She’s loving it. Demands lots of attention from […]
Jessie’s desperately ill. Can’t move. She’s suffering badly from unfairness: Lots of her friends have stayed at home sick this winter and she hardly EVER has. You haven’t even coughed, I say, dismissing her request firmly. So that’s that. . I’ve just made her tea in bed and she’s settled in for the day, earphones […]
As the school principal left the Grade Naughty and Grade One gala, a group of bigger kids (boys, all) flocked around her: “Who won!? Tugela or Umgeni??” “Well, children, actually, in this gala we didn’t focus on winning or losing, but on participating. The little children swam to take part and have fun, and where […]
I went to hand over the cash we had raised after the first school swimming gala to the bursar. Livingstone school, around 2011. TomTom accompanied me. Much counting and signing and Tom showing off his swimming “medals” with Rick making all the right noises from behind the hatch at the bursar’s office. As we left, […]
“Dad, I’ve got tomorrow off for study leave! “Can we go to the Pavilion?”, says Jess, pulling my leg, rattling my cage and testing my alertness. Luckily I twig she’s revving me and I say, “SURE, dear! Let’s spend the whole day there and spend LOTS of money!’ Tom pipes up in the background: “He’s […]
This poster reminded me of a school lift a few years back where the kids were talking about their dogs. “Did you guys know Sambucca’s Dad is ZinZan, Luke’s dog, and her Mom is Daisy, Emily’s bitch?” I asked them (both those kids were in the kombi). “Yes” said Luke, sounding sad – “But they’re […]