Oh come on!
Girl, 2, with hand injury has legs amputated Nov 29, 2009 8:19 PM | By Sapa A two-year-old girl who was admitted to a Johannesburg hospital for burn marks on her hands landed up having both legs amputated, the Gauteng Department of Health and Social Development said. “The toddler…was admitted at Far East Rand Hospital and later transferred to Charlotte Maxeke Academic hospital to be treated for burns on her hands. Instead she ended up with her legs being amputated, ” said departmental spokesman Mandla Sidu in a statement. He said the Gauteng Health MEC has called a meeting for Monday with hospital personnel abou

South African music…
South African music… …is very, very healthy, I’m glad to say. Most readers should have heard of the famed Johnny Clegg and now his son Jesse is following in dad’s footsteps. Then of course there is the Parlotones, Seether and for a bit of local bluegrass hoe-down and party sing-a-long, we have The Radio Kalahari Orkes (RKO). They are an experience not to be missed, and are guaranteed to rock your socks off. Even for those outside our border

politicians…
Two crocodiles were sitting at the side of the swamp near the lake. The smaller one turned to the bigger one and said, ‘I can’t understand how you can be so much bigger than me We’re the same age, we were the same size as kids. I just don’t get it.’ ‘Well,’ said the big Croc, ‘what have you been eating?’ ‘Politicians, same as you,’ replied the small Croc. ‘Hmm. Well, where do you catch them?’ ‘Down the other side of the swamp near the parking lot by the Union Buildings.’ ‘Same here. Hmm. How do you catch them?’ ‘Well, I crawl

‘ullo
i know, my bad, i’ve been gone for a while i was playing on another platform but while it was all in my head i felt i didn’t have the freedom i have here so i’m back cap in hand to walk again hand in hand the wordpress shuffle i’ll be importing the stuff i wrote from the other blog over the next few weeks so stay in touch theres lots to catch up on, especially the tub thumping page

space and time
daddy loved me so he said but he never put me to bed or read me a bedtime story the distance between us river deep and mountain high a vague memory of him being there but never there if you know what i mean but maybe i’m being mean selective memory because of the space between us now between a man and the daughter it’s easier to believe the possible bad back then to make the real hurt now more understandble explainable justifiable if he was distant then then i can live with the distance now whether i want to or not Tagged: africa,