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Sunday, 9 December 2012

Please don't buy me plants!

So it's that time of the year again when we scratch our heads trying to think about what we are going to buy our loved ones for Christmas. It also happens to be that time of the year when I cross my thumbs in the hope that nobody will buy me a plant that I will have to look after. I really don't know what it is about me, but I just can't seem to keep plants, or flowers for that matter, alive for very long.

I remember an ex -boyfriend of mine bought me an expensive Bonsai tree for my 19th birthday. At the time I thought it was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever bought me. That was until I realised it was a trap. He said it represented our relationship. "Oh dear", I thought to myself. I knew already that this wasn't going to end very well. Shame, he was so cute about it too. He even gave the plant a name that was a mixture of both our names. Yup, I know what you are thinking. (Bbm can't look face)

Now, if you know anything about Bonsai trees, you'll know that they require a lot of work, some skill, patience, knowledge and perhaps even a little bit of luck. Ingredients that I clearly didn't have enough of. You have to water them sparingly, trim and prune them, and remember to not leave them in direct sunlight for too long. blah, blah, blah.

I worked so hard to keep that miniature tree alive, especially considering that he asked me at every turn how it was going with our little 'baby'. Well, if that tree was a metaphor for our relationship, lets just say it didn't bode too well for the future. I had a good run with it, but sadly the poor plant died within three weeks. I can chuckle about it now, but at the time it wasn't quite as funny. When I told him, he said it showed that I wouldn't have the patience that was required to make a serious relationship work. And come to think of it, I really didn't. Oops!

Well, I'm still really bad with plants, but thank goodness I have gotten much better at relationships.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Gone too soon

It took hearing about a friend's mom passing away suddenly for me to remember again what it felt like hearing that the love of my life passed away in her sleep. My grandmother.

It all started when she was coming back from church. She used to love the 25 minute walk from the Methodist Church in Moletlane, Limpopo. On that particular day she was 'lucky' enough to get a lift from her neighbours son. She jumped out of the car and walked behind the car, and he without looking back started reversing his car. As the car bumped into her, she fell down and got her ankle trapped underneath one the tyres of his Navara.

With some of the bones in her ankle broken she was rushed to the nearest hospital to where she stays, this unfortunately happened to be the Lebowakgomo Public hospital. And so started the most harrowing three days of our lives.

To say the conditions and services at some of our countries public hospitals is horrible, is a gross understatement. We saw the most appaling conditions and got to experience first hand the abuse that patients and their families are subjected to at the hands of some of the nurses working in these facilities.

I still have difficulty recalling the last days of my grandmother's life, without tearing. My husband and I happened to have been there to visit her over the Easter weekend, not knowing what we were about to experience. We felt so helpless. The ordeal was ardous and all we kept thimking was how unfair it was that she wobbled into the hospital with a broken ankle, but was wheeled out of her ward in a body bag, and nobody ever got to answer for the basic neglect that we saw her undergo at the hands of some lazy, unaffected nurses at Lebowakgomo's public hospital.

My friends Mom died in her sleep, God bless her soul. She raised two beautiful children who made her very proud. This post is dedicated to her memory. I am so glad that she didn't spend her last days in a public facility where her basic needs would be neglected. she died with dignity. RIP Mme.