Ducky – Memoirs of an adult.

Weekly writing prompt for January 29th can be found over on my world of Pangea site.





((You’ve heard of the 7 day black and white photo challenge. A fellow author, who also happened to be a photographer, challenged me to tell an impromptu short story for every one he posted. That’s how this weekly writing prompt was born. Feel free to join in.)

I know, quotes are supposed to inspire, but after 36 years in this cell, all it does is tease. I imagine that this simple doodle is a map, a way out of solitary for this godforsaken soul, in this godforsaken prison, on this godforsaken island.
If so, I don’t even know how to get past “start.” And the switch? It is nothing but a joke. Perhaps at one time is controlled a source of light or warmth, but now it is yet another tantalising hope. A hope that never materialises. A mirage at best.
Every day I hear the clanking feet of my guards walk past the outside of my door. They never let me see their face. I hear the grind of metal against metal and a plate of food is shoved through a slot. Three other times a day a paper cup of water is also provided.
I have no hearings. There was no trial, so how can there be hearings without a trial? I had no lawyer to advise me.
I had only handcuffs, a blindfold and the clothes on my back. Clothes that left me long ago.

Every day I hear the clanking feet of my guards walk past the outside of my door. They never let me see their…face…except this day.

“Don’t flip the switch again.”

I can’t croak a response. 36 years of not speaking has left me hoarse.

“There’s no one left.”

New Years


I’m not against New Year resolutions. I think that anytime you can reflect on your life and make decisions to be different it is a good thing. I do, however, believe that resolutions not backed up by commitments are pointless.

I also don’t tend to set goals for new years resolutions. I do set goals, and I do set yearly goals, but I’ve never seen them as resolutions. I tend to think about principles and ideas.

With that in mind, I realised something over the Christmas period. I have put a lot of things on hold because I didn’t believe I had the time for them. “Didn’t” past tense. I used to have hours of free time and so I became used to needing hours of free time to accomplish anything. The truth, however, is that while I might not have a lot of ‘free hour periods’ I do have a lot of free minutes that add up to hours in a week.

So my resolution is to make better use of my time. My hope is this will result in deeper friendships, more relaxation, more letters written, novel writing, blog writing and bonding with family.

So if I look back on the last two years, as a man looking in a mirror, what it shows me is there are more minutes than I realised, and therefore more things I can do than I realised – conversations to be had, stories to tell, and listening to be done.

I wish you all the best in your own new year.


Parenting Particulars #3

A new, witty, and hopefully weekly post, which will gather all the funny facebook and twitter posts about my daughter from the past week. You can find last weeks here. 

Summer Sightings

Sitting outside on the back yard bench listening to thunder and watching lightening with E is one of my favourite things to do in the whole world.

Merry Morning

E: Where’s mummy?
Me: Asleep
E: Runs into the room saying “rise and shine the day’s begun!”

Scary Screaming

Neighbour just called and E let out the most piercing scream. She is reenacting a scene from the Land Before Time where a dinosaur falls off a cliff…I am sure the neighbour just thinks I was trying to kill someone.

Tiring Trists

Working on numbers this morning.
We counted to 6 and then we were going to do seven and E just lays out on the floor.
Me: E are we stopping? Are you tired?
E: No. Not tired.
Me: oh, are you sure?
E: You’re tired.
Me: I’m tired?
E: Yes, you’re tired.

Minutes later we get to ten.

Me: Shall we count them together?
E: No, I’m tired, I am sleeping out here.

Messy Musings

E: I made a mess
Me: Why?
E: Cause I wanted to. I needed to


I would love to hear some the funny moments you have with your own children.


Parenting Particulars #2

A new, witty, and hopefully weekly post, which will gather all the funny facebook and twitter posts about my daughter from the past week. You can find last weeks here. 

Abbreviations you will need to know for this: H stands for my wife, E stands for my daughter, and M stands for me.

Diaper Doings

We always ask E to throw away the diapers we change. A small part of teaching ownership and responsibility.

H: *discovers a diaper under the blanket of the bed* Why is there a diaper on the bed?
E: *In a joyous voice* Because I didn’t throw it away!”

Silly Sayings

E this morning: “oh my gosh, oh boy, oh boy.”

Bossy Boots

H: E, don’t take that Watermelon. I’m de seeding it.
E: It has seeds.
H: Yes, I’m de seeding it.
E: I’m taking it.
H: No, you’re not in charge here. 
E: Yes, I am in charge.

Rhodesia Hot Spring – Family Vacation Spot

In the last post I left about my grandfather, Idris, I finished by mentioning one of the families favourite vacation spots, Hot Springs. My aunt Norma, (Aunt through marriage to my Dad’s older brother, Glyn) leaves daily devotional thoughts and ‘nuggets’ on Facebook. Today she left one that revolved around this vacation spot. I asked her permission to share it on this blog and she agreed.

I hope you’ll agree with me that it’s quite a vivid recollection of the historical events which swirled around my families upbringing, and of a location I may never be able to see. I’m happy she shared it.

Picture was taken by Norma Davies: Rhodesian Air Force Alouette Helicopters – September 1976

NORMA’S NUGGET FOR 8/8/2017 (African Memory)


Hot Springs Resort……… I am sure for most Rhodesians, this is a place of many sweet memories! Camping under the stars, or in tents, or in caravans (campers) or if you had the money to spend, staying in the Hotel Chalets. No matter what your accommodations were, one thing you could count on; the mosquitoes were as big as horseflies and as hungry as vampire bats, the searing low veld heat was relentless, evening meals cooked over the open fire tasted better than anything you could buy at a 5 star restaurant. But the most delightful memory was soaking in the hot sulfur water in the pool until your legs turned to rubber, then wobbling your way back to camp and sleeping like a baby. So much laughter, new friends made, sunburned limbs and noses, all created in a rural rustic get-away hidden in the middle of the Rhodesian low veld! As a child, my family visited Hot Springs, as a holiday place of choice. Glyn and I spend an idyllic honeymoon staying in the Hotel accommodations and then we returned on several occasions, for camping trips, with our children.

In September 1976 we headed for Hot Springs after an exhausting annual Conference that was held at Rufaro Mission. Shortly before this we had bought a second-hand Gypsy caravan. It was very basic – just a table, sleeping bunks and a few storage cupboards, but it kept us off the ground and it was dry in the heavy downpours. We had a canopy that we attached where I set up my “kitchen” with a table and a two burner Coleman gas stove, plus we would “braai” our meat over an open fire.

On this particular visit our son was five years old and our daughter was just five months old. While shopping at O.K. Bazaars I had found an adorable yellow polka dot two piece swimming suit that was perfect for the baby. She still had “peach fuzz” for hair, so I concluded that putting her in a little two piece swimming suit would show she was a baby girl. One morning before it became too hot to be out in the baking sun, I was standing in the shallow end of the pool with the baby in my arms, just bouncing her little legs in the warm steamy water. A lady made her way across the pool to me and commented on what a “beautiful baby BOY” I had! REALLY lady, are you serious?

I chuckled and told her that actually the baby was a girl; thus the reason for the “itsy bitsy yellow polka dot bikini”! Unfortunately my attempt at not so subtle humor was lost on the lady!

Each day melted into the next as we enjoyed making memories with our children. One afternoon while we were seeking a good spot in the shade to escape the rays of the burning sun, a different sound intruded on the siesta hour of the campground. It was the distinct sound of the propellers of helicopters that became louder and louder until we realized that three Rhodesian Air Force Alouette helicopters were landing in an open space right in the campground.

This caused quite a stir amongst the campers; after all it is not every day that three helicopters with loaded gun turrets, land in your back yard! Naturally in a matter of minutes our brave soldiers in their bush camouflage were greeted by curious campers. Our son was in his glory as he was able to get up close to the machines of his dreams, while the soldiers showed friendly appreciation to their gawking admirers’.

The leader of the group explained that they had received a tip that a group of terrorists were hiding somewhere in the bush very close to Hot Springs, so they felt their presence would be a deterrent for an ambush on the campers and guests in the Hotel.

I assure you we ALL were very grateful for our “protecting angels” who dropped out of the sky, especially as darkness began to creep in. The terrorist war was ramping up and Hot Springs would be such an easy “soft target” because of its fairly remote location in the bush.

The next day the helicopters took off and we later heard on the news that contact had been made and they had successfully routed the group of terrorists from their hiding place and captured them. We were so thankful to these brave young men who fought long and hard to protect the citizens of Rhodesia, both black and white! Many of them made the ultimate sacrifice and gave their lives while loyally serving their country.

So many times during our years in Rhodesia we experienced God’s protection. Sometimes it was through human intervention, as was the case at Hot Springs, other times we could only believe that God miraculously intervened.

I wonder how many times you and I have avoided a catastrophic event without ever knowing it because God stepped in behind the scenes? I believe firmly that God has been and will continue to be involved in the events of our lives even when we don’t recognize His Presence.

This should give us a calm reassurance in these turbulent times. If fear of what the future holds is stalking your every hour then take heart, God has promised His Presence and protection.

Draw strength my friends from the promises in Psalm 121 – allow the words of this Psalm to permeate your very being and throw your trust upon the One who has the power, to deliver each one of us.

Psalm 121:1-8 (NKJV) “I will lift up my eyes to the hills– From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is your keeper; The LORD is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD shall preserve you from all evil; He shall preserve your soul.
The LORD shall preserve your going out and your coming in;
From this time forth, and even forevermore.”


I consider myself fortunate to have an Aunt and Uncle who still vividly recollect these events and times. I thank them both not just for this piece, but the many memories they’ve shared with me on the journey I’ve taken to discover my grandparents and their live in Africa.