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Vapour in Africa

Vapour in Africa

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TOTAL VIEWS: 2,933|PUBLISHED CONTENT: 29|FAVORITED BY: 13|CONTENT PRODUCER SINCE: 04/01/2007

Born and live in Africa. Recently sold my interests in my company. Embarking on a two year adventure across Africa, Filming this exploration for broadcast in 2009

Education/Experience: Matric and MAP and numerous IT and management training courses

Interests: Conservation, sustainability, politics, sport, music, literature, food, mythology, humans

Motto: A life worth living

Affiliations: Institute of Directors of Southern Africa ( Member), Enablis, WWF

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The memories of people long gone yet these days they seem to be in my presence more. Why? I never really had the ability "to see dead people."
The nightmares of our lives replayed through a macabre day dream
Falling into higher levels of life.
The simple pleasure called life.
I was sitting enjoying the feel of the west coast powder beach sand on my body, reptilian and unmoving I absorbed the dying heat of the sun as it set in my world and rose in another.
The truth about our purpose is so well hidden through complex fables and beliefs that we cannot find it
Do you remember that cowboy song, "rolling, rolling", I don't recall the rest of the song or the words, a bit like an old Souwf Efrican struggling through Nkosi Sikele our national anthem
Once I was in a soulless desolate place. It was as if the choices I had made had finally come to fruition, that all the winters of my soul had come to meet me, to make me face that what I had become.
When one writes down events, poetry or stories and then daringly shares these ramblings with others, we do it at great risk.
Perhaps there is darkness in a sunrise, or bright sunlight in a moonless night, perhaps one only knows this when one has been burnt by the rays of a full moon as you lay naked, bathing in your dreams ...
I am not a Manilow fan. I know some people love his work and cry to his dulcet tones but Manilow always brings back my stress disorder, caused mind you, by my dear wife.
Where once a family's laughter echoed through the walls, arguments of purpose debated or cries of carnal pleasure and passion heard long into the antiquated evenings now these were replaced with the w...
A risk adverse society means no great explorers and death by boredom
It wasn't that my father was a bad parent or didn't spend enough time teaching and showing me the ropes of becoming a man
Man she loved those shoes, shoes that lengthened her legs
I am intrigued by the customs practised in this world by the many nationalities in far away and mysterious lands
Ten kilometres south of Keetmanshoop, just North East of the one hundred and sixty five kilometres that make up the Fish River Canyon, the second largest canyon in the world
After reading numerous articles on mail order brides I decided it was time that I take advantage of this booming industry and offer my services as a potential Male order bride/groom.
I knew that we had done a stupid thing, I knew that I would meet my end,
It took immense failure to change my reality, tremendous wastes of energy, time and purpose to force me to into the corner of the last bastions of sanity that I possessed.
I get this commonality from perspectives of citizens residing in the various corners of our planet. The majority are discontent with their present leadership.
As I looked out over the plains of the Karoo at four thirty on a December summers morning, I realised that the monolith that is the Swartberg Mountain is purple not black.
It's an interesting time we live in. One day you are breathing in the noxious fumes and being covered in the dirty deposits of the putrid oily air whilst averting and escaping the sex traders of Bangk...
We were sent to my Uncle's farm in the Northern Province so that we would not have to bear witness as my parents negotiated and devoured each others souls and what was left of their farcical union.
It had been a long hard week. You know the type where despite your best efforts you felt that you stood alone against the entire world of commerce and industry and as a result I was physically drained...
My fury incensed by the pusillanimous assassins And so I climbed the ladder to my attic
The sun rose burning my back, mocking my efforts to find shade as I walked along the banks of a perennial stream, today a trickle of its former self, burnt and almost exhausted by what had been an un...
Last week, through some misplaced sense of duty I decided to give my food to those in more need than myself. Such are the afflictions of a man in his search for a higher purpose.
Ever noticed how when you really need to spend some time alone to reflect, every little sound, or movement is taken by ones mind as a signal that work is over and playtime has begun. Impossible, that'...