I have not been looking forward to Christmas. Not because I am bah humbug but because it is and has been painful thus far. This will be the first Christmas without my dad, the third without great uncle and the fifth without Brian, my godfather. No matter which way I look at it, it is … Continue reading Grief: the unwelcome but necessary Christmas ‘guest’
My Facebook feed is flooded with references to feet. No I am not a secret member of the ‘I love feet’ fetish society, but I am a Christian and this day is one of Biblical significance – commemorating the Last Supper and the ceremonial washing of the Disciples’ feet by Jesus. Feet mean a lot … Continue reading Remembering Dad series: Mr Cheesy Feet
In the early hours of Tuesday 20th January 2015 we said goodnight to Popcicle aka dad. It is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do but feel strangely at peace knowing he is no longer in pain and thankful to God for blessing my siblings and I with a man like … Continue reading Gentleman- In memory of dad
THE THRIFTY AFROPOLITAN 