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My Three wishes at 12:12pm on 12-12-2012


My three wishes on 12-12-2012 at 12:12pm

For the Earth
I wish that all human kind realizes the damage they are doing and creating by their lifestyle and greed. I wish for an end to pollution, damage and desecration to all forests and lands and we all learn together to save what we have left.

For the Community
I wish for an understanding and communication. I wish for education and peace and love. We should all learn to work together for our futures and the futures of our children and their children

For Myself
I wish for a life with more security, more happiness, a home, abundant love, friendliness, success in all my undertakings. Safety and care for all my family and all whom I love. I wish for this Company we have started to succeed and be all that we hope for.


Losing family and friends


Just like certain flowers flowering in batches, certain fruits ripening in batches, people seeming to fall pregnant in batches, death seems to happen in batches.  This past month I have had the anniversary of my sisters death, and have had the 21 year old brother of a good friend die in a motor bike accident as well as 3 other long known friends passing away.  Does death happen in batches?  Do our circles overlap through life in such a way that they all overlap at a certain time which means death and sadness.  does it depend on how many people we know.  Perhaps it seems as if there are batches because if you know a lot of people then the deaths will be noticeable, whereas if you know only a few people then perhaps only one or two will pass in a close period of time making it not so noticeable and heartbreaking.

My dog is so clever


I have 5 big dogs of various mixtures and a small dog which is apparently a Papillon – which looks to me like a maltese kind of poodle dog .  All the big dogs have been picked up as strays in Mozambique and the Papillon was found as a stray in Zimbabwe.

The newest addition is Puppy or Rubbish.  He hasnt been named properly yet as I spend more time calling him Down, Stopthat or Buggeroff.  He was picked up as a small, sweet, round butterball off the road outside my house where he had been thrown by the “puppy sellers” who hadn’t been able to get rid of him that day.  That’s why I called him Rubbish – or Lixu which is the Portuguese word for Rubbish!!  He is now 6 months and stands about a metre high and he drags me around with him and wont let me out of his site.  He is the sweetest most adorable animal but drives me nuts.  Everything has to be chewed, including the cats who are also dumb and allow him to chew them.  Everything he does is carried out with this very vacant expression of adoration and excitement.  He is not clever.

Chicco, the Papillon is clever and has been since I found him.  He also has been totally attached to me since I rescued him and has often alerted me to danger and has been my friend and playmate.  he lived with me in Harare, sleeping on my bed and alerting me with growls and yaps if there was an intruder in my garden.  He has walked for miles with me on the streets of Harare and Mutare, lived with me at Chicamba and now in Beira.

He loves going for walks and gets so excited chasing his tail around and jumping up at me barking and nipping me.  when we walk in town he is always on a leash but that doesnet stop him from strutting along showing everyone how beautiful he is but I think his favourite walks are when we are shutting the restaurant at night and I take him for a last walk on the beach.  he loves it, chasing the waves and the crabs.

He is my clever dog.  He seems to know what I am thinking.  Today I was sunbathing when my looney tortoise came and started biting my toes looking for tomatoes.  i went to get him some but by the time I came back he had disappeared.  As usual every time I walk out of the house I am surrounded by the dogs and normally the cats as well after a while.  I walked around looking under bushes saying out loud “where is the tortoise, where is the tortoise?”  I noticed Chicco looking at me quizzically the one time but paid no heed.  He has a way of attracting my attention and I noticed him looking at me then nudging at a group of flower pots under the hedge.  i went there and there was the tortoise!!  Chicco had known what I was saying, it is such a strange feeling.

Valentines Pain In The Ass Day


I dont like Valentines Day.  I love Romance and flowers and presents and candles and all but Valentines Day itself has never been very memorable for me.  I cannot remember one when I have not been in an unhappy relationship, or no relationship, or married, or working.

I am told I am being cynical but I just cant see why people try so hard on one day of the year to do something they should be doing all the rest of the year anyway.  If you are in love or happily married then you should show your partner this every day.  Maybe this is why my marriage didnt work, my ex husband only gave me one Valentines present and that was the Valentines Day before we were married.  We were married for fourteen years and after the first few years even I forgot there was such a day.

There have been some occasions I can remember – practically forcing one boyfriend to take me out by doing all the bookings, preparation and paying myself.  Another year a boyfriend, who lived about 50km away, gave my sister-in-law money and told her to buy me things and take me out – he forgot to even phone me!

As I work in Lodges and Restaurants I have often been working on Valentines Day and have been the one to organise everyone else’s happiness.  Some people pull out all the stops and celebrate their love on this one day in full style and I wonder what they do for the rest of the year.   You normally find females are more interested and involved in all the hearts and flowers, the males often do the limit of what is necessary and then sit back and breathe a sigh of relief if it was successful.

I have also noticed that different cultures celebrate either more or less.  In Africa the black africans love valentines and are very generous with their love and declarations.  The  white africans are normally very restrained to the extent where the Afrikaans white african males think it below themselves to do anything about it at all.  Out of the foreign visitors I have watched, the Italians, French and Portuguese love the celebration of Love and celebrate in style.  Whereas the Germans, Swiss, Dutch dont seem very interested at all.  The English and the Americans celebrate the celebration itself.