Guns are not dangerous

I relate this tale from my youth, in Africa. I shall keep the names anonymous by using the first letter only. There was me and T and M. T and M and were cousins. I was not related to them. We would either spend the weekend on T’s farm on the plains or my Aunt’s farm […]

The Child Hunter

In the time frame of fifty years so many things have changed. Although this period from the 1950’s to the new millennium and beyond in which there has not been a world war, we have seen, by the default of isolated world events, a shift in attitude and political opportunism, which has given to a change […]

Rugby

South Africa is a Rugby-mad country. Just like any other major sport in other countries, Rugby became a fever with those who supported it. As there was no television in my younger life we used to listen to the radio to the various games being played on a Saturday afternoon. And then announcers used to whip […]

Rocks and Tyres Dont Mix

Someone found a car tyre casing. At the top of our side street which ended in a hill climb there was a flat area which had been carved out by a bulldozer some years before. It was put there so that one could turn ones car around in case you wanted to go down the same […]

My Uncle Lex

My Uncle Lex was a real character. He was an unknown quantity and I never got to the bottom of all his stories of his escapades through life which he so fondly let me have snippets of throughout the years that I knew him. Christened Dan Alexander Schweizer, he was my uncle, as he was married […]

Go West Young Man

Who coined that phrase? Somehow, whenever I had worked my self in to a situation from which there seemed to be no escape or no future, I wanted to get as far away from it as possible. I had had a failed romance, a mediocre job and now I was being sought after, by the Police. […]

Army Days

I was never called up to do my National Service as most young South Africans were in the 1960’s and 70’s. Somehow I missed the draft. It never really interested me. My Uncle Henry, who was a Colonel in the Defence Force, started chewing my ear about joining up. It was a good career move and […]

City Slicker

The day I stood outside the army barracks having bought myself out of my contract with the Defence Force, I wondered where my adventure would take me to next. I got into my Fiat Bambino and drove to my uncle’s place where I spent a couple of days relaxing around the pool. The weekend came up […]

What? 42 bottles!

The late summer afternoon was fading with the sun dipping below the ridge of the Karoo koppie. The twittering of finches high up in the willow trees and the creak of a bicycle chain being pedalled hard, broke the absolute quietness of our street in that space of time. Brinkman Street had a slight rise at […]

A Lion Caper

Growing up in Africa I had a healthy respect for the wild, as it is one of the continents of the world where one could become lunch or dinner of another carnivore at any given time. Whereas elephants, rhinoceros and hippopotamus may charge at you and trample you to death, lions could catch you and eat […]

Boarding School

My Grandfather, my Dad, and two of my Uncles, all attended the private school of St Andrews College, in Grahamstown, South Africa, over the decades, to complete their schooling before attending universities and going out in to the big wide world to earn a living and to support a family. And so it came to pass, […]