Caster Semenya, Just A Girl, No Doubt!

What really matters to us? For me, fairness. Rules are there to control what we quite often can’t control, but they have to be fair. I didn’t even realise that Caster was 18 years old in 2009, when the world turned against her, and we as South Africans did not step in to bring reason to an emotional argument.

That the rules were changed by the IAAF to bar women from competing if they were at a certain testosterone level, is degrading for anyone who sees herself as girl, or woman, blessed with her life by God. 

There is no scientific evidence that a higher testosterone level for a woman brings unfair advantage to that woman athlete over another. Yet that was seen as reasonable to use, as a factor to exclude a woman from competing! 

I don’t see African runners, who grow up in abject poverty, complaining that they have a nutritional disadvantage to athletes from First World countries, who have access to better facilities for training and optimal eating plans. 

Understanding the Controversy Over Caster Semenya makes for a great read, if you don’t have context on a South African woman I have great respect and admiration for. 

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The Constantia Greenbelt

My photo opportunities for street photography will be exploited on the Constantia Greenbelt. I have been there twice now with Jordan, bearing our Nikon cameras, strapped around our necks. 

I get the best of both in this confined space in that there are different types of people. Some are walking the dog, others pushing a stroller and others, simply a group of people walking. There are also nature shots that have that are quaint, giving you that could try feel in an urban zone.

I am not yet comfortable with street photography, where the subjects are people. I will get there, but for now I am wrestling with the intrusion. I feel like I could capture their souls, while they mind their own business, looking for serenity in a green space. 


Gemelli, Putting Joburg On The Map Of Italian Dining

It’s not often that my family and I are in Joburg at the same time. Without a doubt, we’re a family that loves the good food experience. Having said that, I have never resonated with labeling myself as a foodie. Mostly because I feel like I would be ‘elevating’ myself to a status, in which I would be an impostor. Anyway, I digress…

I heard about Gemelli from a friend when it opened earlier this year. I

A daytime shot of Gemelli
A daytime shot of Gemelli

always had an eagerness to go there and experience what their fine family dining had to offer. What better time then, with all of us in the City Of Gold, to give it a go.

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Bo-Kaap Development, Or A Community Distortion?

Bo-Kaap Development Approved is the headline of the article that caught my attention, and I can’t say that I have seen this story covered in mainstream media. That in itself adds to my suspicion, that the City Of Cape Town is really trying to sneak this in. The Bo-Kaap, for those of you

Street Photography, looking into Cape Town
Street Photography, looking into Cape Town

not familiar with the name, is the colourful, visually charming area in Cape Town, nestled on the slopes of Signal Hill.

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Verlorenkloof, A Mountain To Call Your Own

If you love a home away from home, then allow me to give you a glimpse of the reception when I last went to Verlorenkloof. Growing up, one of the shows I used to enjoy watching with my dad, was Cheers. A sitcom, set in a Boston Bar, where everybody knows your name! When Norm would walk into the bar, he would receive a warm and cheerful welcome, with just about everyone, in concert, greeting him by his name. I felt pretty much like Norm, when I stayed at Verlorenkloof, where we had our first holiday of 2016.

The gravel road leading into the farm
The gravel road leading into the farm

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Don’t Ever Tell Me You Can’t Bake Again!

Have you ever thought through the lies you tell yourself? One recently came to light for me, as I have honestly believed that I can’t bake. While the statement is true, what is false is my belief that I can’t learn how to bake. Not only do I have a fear of learning to bake, and in the process looking stupid… For me, baking, unlike cooking, seems to be an exact science approach. If you don’t hold the line of the recipe, you are bound to flop!

The finished product, fresh from the oven
The finished product, fresh from the oven

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