HOME AT LAST! Part 2
Life After Death, Incomplete Stories …
I want to equate exile to death. Whether or not planned, when it’s time to go, it’s time to go. If there is life after death, from what I know of life in exile, life in after death must be a living nightmare for the dead. I, therefore, am not keen to die just yet. And I don’t ever want to experience living in exile again.
Some people do get the chance, and make time to plan their deaths. Write suicide note. Set up video cameras. Go online. Press Record. Say/ read your message to the soon to be bereaved, to the world. Point gun to the head … (Continued in the book: “MACHONA AWAKENING – home in grey matter”. Order book on Amazon).
March 10, 2014
[…] time 1992, having come back home to South Africa for the first time since journeying into exile January 1975, surviving childhood friends kindly come over to my home to greet, and welcome me back. We are all […]
[…] The three months on the rails and road it took my family and me to get to Zambia from South Africa had bruised my sense of reality, presenting life’s challenges in a totally new way, and intensity. My family relations internal dynamics changed in ways that many mistakes made along the way have never been repairable. New things learnt we each processed and integrated each in our own individual lives, each in our own unique personal ways. I often like to think that the extremely high senses of individuality, and independence my two siblings and I will exhibit in critical choice times, and/ situations, were consolidated during this time. Although we are all three each in our own ways very sensitive, emotional, and compassionate, it is others other than our nuclear family unit who have largely derived benefits from these qualities the most over time. […]