*Note that this post may contain some swearing*
I have only been awake 7 hours and already I have experienced a flood of emotions:
I seldom watch the news – there is inevitably something depressing to be heard, but I do follow certain columnists on the net, like my good friend Simon Williamson who is a freelance writer currently living in Hong Kong. This morning when I was reading his latest column on News24.com I found a number of links on the same page pertaining to child abuse and/or rape. Wanting to include something like this in my novel, I decided (against my better judgement) to read the articles (on an empty stomach). Pardon my language, but WHAT THE FUCK is going on in this country, particularly in Kwa Zulu Natal?
The police shoot a man in the leg (again, WTF!?) after catching him in the act of raping a 7 year old little girl. They should have shot the fucking piece of shit dead! What kind of life is that little girl going to have. She is going to be traumatized for life. Therapy can only help so much.
Another story tells of a nanny who raped the 5-year old little boy in her care! She has finally been sentenced to life imprisonment (which our taxes are paying for!) after she was arrested for this crime a year ago.
And the last one I could handle before I totally lost it was the story of a stepfather who is now on the run (fucking coward!) after being caught red-handed by his wife raping his 10 year old stepdaughter in the bed he and her mother share.
Dinner last night was fabulous! Despite it being a week night, my guests only left at a quarter to midnight! Everyone was very impressed with the food 🙂 which I was thrilled about (although I must admit that I nearly cremated the bruschetta! Thank goodness I had enough French loaf left to make more). There was quite a bit of chicken and couscous left over, so I have dinner for tonight too 🙂 The Italian kisses went down well, although I somehow managed to give Elizabeth only vanilla ones. I don’t know how that happened. Must have been all the wine I drank 😉
It was Greg’s memorial service today, and while I only got to meet him briefly some years back, I went to the church service – Elizabeth was quite broken, but putting up a tough exterior. Another friend of hers and Greg’s came all the way from Phalaborwa, along with a number of his military colleagues for the burial and the service. Even though I didn’t know him that well, I got a huge lump in my throat when his colleagues did their eulogies. Greg was only 40 and died of a heart attack. The minister gave a comforting message, but even so, it is evident that he will be missed by many. I can’t begin to imagine the heartache and pain his parents are going through. The circle of life is meant to work that children bury their parents, not so? Steph has also been dead for 7 months already 😦 Life is truly so short 😦
Jay has asked me not to blog about him or discussions between us, which I have not, out of respect for his wishes. But I feel like a right royal doos – he sent me an email last night and I over-reacted to something he said and immediately sent back a bitchy, uncalled-for reply. I don’t know what the hell came over me. My conscience was still plaguing me way after midnight that I eventually got out of bed and mailed him an apology. Fortunately Jay has accepted my apology, but it doesn’t make me feel any less of a doos.
On a happier note, it’s one of my closest friends, Kelly’s birthday today. We have been friends since 1993 when we in Standard 6 together. Even though we live in different parts of the country, we are still close and talk often.
Kelly Darling, here is wishing you a wonderful day and a new life year that only offers the best of the best! Remember that life is short, so savour every moment. Remember the good, forget the bad and keep whatever makes your heart smile. I love you lots!
Tonight I am going to Elizabeth – she asked me to come around; in actual fact she didn’t give me much of a choice:
“Are you coming to visit tonight? Yes you are. Okay, see you later…”
I think it is going to be another late night – the only real cure for a sad heart is your friends, wine and hope that tomorrow will hold better things.