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I am guilty! I didn't publish my daily write up! Yet, I will tell you what happened yesterday.
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A short resume about yesterday:
- High speed car chase late at night [that stands out for the
day]
- Art class – gaiety and laughter
- Serious discussions about Princess Diana.
- Butter Beans from Malawi
- Groundnuts from Malawi
- Friends for coffee and chocolates
- Afternoon nap
- Feeding the dogs
- Irrigating the gardens
- Tending my Franschhoek oak trees
- Tending my cannabis seedlings
- Look at my Scarlet runner beans
- Having coffee [early morning] with my wife
- Making lunch
- Making supper
- Movies: WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING [horrible story]
- Move back in memory lane and reliving the time I was an
assessor to a judge in a murder trial [the accused’s daughter pointed at
him and said: “He killed my mother.”]
- Watering the tender plants in my maternity ward
- Load shedding.
- Load shedding.
- No laptop because of load shedding.
I attended art
class and it was laughter and gaiety and serious discussions about the late
Princess Diana. Did you know that the dressed very shabbily? Certainly, I
didn't know that. She was a scoundrel; did you know that she penetrated the
British Royal Household to destabilise it? Wow! Can you believe that? According
to the discussions the only good thing that she did was to have died?
My contribution towards this discussion was about Meghan Markle, the former Royal: she is busy writing a book [I think it would be a best seller]. The title? HOW TO STEAL A BRITISH PRINCE!!!!!
Friends came over. A client of mine, a Rwandan, brought me gifts. A huge bag filled with butter beans. Another huge bag full of raw groundnuts. He holds a doctoral degree in Education and cannot find a job. In order to feed his wife and four children, he sells butter beans and raw groundnuts. Hus suppliers are from Malawi. And he prayed for me. What a blessing it was.
Oh yes, our friends came over because I extended his blessings to them; they left with a yogurt container filled with groundnuts. And another container filled with butter beans from Malawi.
The plants in the maternity ward were almost bone dry. They were watered.
We had supper and went to the movies; we saw WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING. I am still staggering from shock! And I was transported back to the one High Court Case when I was an assessor to the Judge in a murder trial. The accused allegedly killed his wife by grabbing her by her dress and swinging her around and around and around knocking her brains out against the walls of her apartment. He had an alibi: he spent part of the day of the killing, with his daughter. That daughter was called to the witness stand and she gave evidence against her father. While she was testifying, she looked at him, pointing her finger at him and said: "He killed my mother."
We, the Court, found him not guilty. The presiding judge were at pains setting out that the verdict of "not guilty" does not mean that he did not do it. All it means is that the State did not prove his guilt. More or less the same thing happened in the movie.
Getting out of the building was somewhat of a nightmare! The shopping centre was almost deserted. The exists were all blocked off. Loadshedding was looming. And we couldn't get out. Suddenly a security guard appeared and pointed THAT WAY! And we got out.
The nightmare got worse! The youngsters were out in force showing off with the powerful 4x4's. Roaring away at high speed dangerously overtaking the slower traffic just to come to a screeching stop at robots. And taking off against the red traffic lights.
At home we were without electricity which meant NO LAPTOP!
It was off to bed we go.
It is now 03:52 and I am writing. It was a day! Filled with surprises and blessings. And high speeding motorcars racing at breakneck speed. And loadshedding. And butterbeans and groundnuts.
