Wednesday, 14 December 2022

Number Twenty-Four 14.12.2022

Two roosters
 

It is still raining in my part of the world. The soil is wet and it seems as if the plants had enough.

In any case, life is on the go and we should live until the moment we breath our last.

What are you reading? I am of the view that if you can read, but don’t, you are worse off than a guy who can’t read. I don’t understand it if some-one stops reading. I don’t understand when a graduated person stops reading!

I was given a magazine WANTED [published by BUSINESS DAY] to have a look at. It is only for the very rich. There are advertisements of motor vehicles in there that are limited editions and which are specially once-off built for special clients. Price range? 20 million Pounds sterling. I read a back page write up on an heirloom that is no longer in the possession of the family. It is in a museum. And the author is of course rather nostalgic about it.

Just the other day, my group of genealogists, had a meeting that was dedicated to one topic for that meeting. The topic? What do you do with your “stuff” when you pass on? This is an evergreen topic, not so? When you start off in life, your goals are different from that of your parents. And that in itself is not a bad thing.

Your “stuff” is not necessarily only photographs, it might be a saxophone, furniture, vehicles or tools. You can add to the list. It might include sculptures or paintings.

You will have to deal with it because you and I will not live for ever and a day. And then your estate has to be wound up and the heirs will stand in a queue to receive. What then?

Photos, your letters, and so on might be uploaded to the internet. You will say to me that you can take pictures of the furniture and upload it to the internet site of your choice, of course I have to agree with you. My question remains: what will happen to that saxophone? Those precious antique chairs? That very valuable Persian carpet?

Does it mean that because you don’t have a clear-cut answer to this question, that you should stop acquiring things? Should you stop painting beautiful oil paintings? Stop sculpting? Stop making wooden furniture?

Of course not!!

A thousand times: NO DON’T STOP LIVING.

Please we should continue to live full out and flat out till we drop dead. I want to keep on doing research into difficult legal questions and writing legal papers. I want to keep on helping clients and go to the High Court. I want to keep on making plants and to sow seeds and to plant a tree – even if I will not be able to sit in its shade.

I want to hear from you what your thoughts are about this matter?

Please write me: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za

 

 

Tuesday, 13 December 2022

Number twenty-three 13.12.2022

 


It is still raining in South Africa and as my wife would say, she always is of that opinion, “It is raining outside.” How grateful am I that it is indeed raining outside. There are how many people who are suffering the degrading circumstances when their homes are flooded – from the outside to the inside.

I had a lovely conversation with my brother-in-law who lives in Wellington, Western Cape about the weather and the rainfall in his part of the world. He is a geologist. He tells me that since last Sunday evening when it started raining in his town, till this morning they had 72mm and it is still drizzling. He is not aware of any damages or injuries in his town. The Western Cape is in a winter rainfall area and no rain in summer, and yet it is raining there.

Sutherland, Northern Cape Photo number one



Sutherland, Northern Cape Photo number two

His sister, who lives in Sutherland, Northern Cape, sent him photos she took of the devastating downpours they had there yesterday – after a seven-year drought it poured 105mm in a matter of some hours. The connecting road from their farm house to the main road is destroyed and her husband battles to get to the tarred road. Places around their homes, that they got used to as being bone dry, is now a wetland. Next to the house there in now a “river” flowing – that is what it looks like, but it is not, it was a day or two before the rain, bone-dry rock-hard soil. In a matter of moments that place was changed to something they don’t know how to handle. Photo number one shows “a river” which is not a river but gushing water from a ridge not far from the homestead and number two shows the area where it came to “rest.” Hours earlier, it was bone dry, hard baked brown soil.

My one neighbour keeps meticulous records of the precipitation for many, many years [19 years in Houghton and 19 years in Rivonia]. The average rainfall for Houghton for 19 years were 142mm and for Rivonia for the last 19 years were 162mm. For the first 12 days in Rivonia, it is 80 mm.

The video is just outside my office. The drizzling is so reassuring and have a calming effect on me. During the night I woke up with this sound. And I was praying for the people who were fleeing the storms and who were suffering as a result of the water flooding their safe places: their homes.

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Monday, 12 December 2022

Number Twenty-Two 12.12.2022

The destruction of the Temple in 70aD
 

Witnesses! 

Ah, that is an interesting topic in law. And in practical everyday living. And it is highly relevant in my life as a Christian.

Where shall we start? One can write an entire doctoral on this topic alone, but I am not going to do that.  

I recall one High Court murder trial where I was sitting as an assessor, with the judge, who has passed away where the one witness made a huge impression on us. She was the daughter of the accused; he was accused of the killing of his wife, the witness’s mother. I won’t “entertain” you on the grizzly details of that atrocious deed. Truth be told, there were lots and lots of matters where witnesses made such an impression on me that I can hardly forget it. Some were reliable witnesses. Some totally and utterly unreliable and deceitful and completely depraved.

Let us return to the daughter and her father and the court proceedings.

The accused had an alibi as a defence.

Bear in mind that if an alibi fails, then the accused, whoever it might be, is guilty.

While she gave evidence, she looked straight at the accused and pointed her finger at him and said: “He killed my mother.”

That was still chilling. Goosebumps. “He killed my mother.”

And his alibi was clearly presented to the court that at the time of the killing, he was with his daughter at a restaurant and therefor he could not have done it.

The court had to deal with this heart-breaking evidence. How does that fit in with his defence? Does it have a direct and substantial bearing on the evidence presented by the State? How does that have a bearing on the rest of the evidence? We had to deal with that. And we dealt with it.

The State presented its evidence. The police did not do a good job of the investigation. The police had to go back to the scene of the crime how many months after other people started renting the flat and were living there. They failed to investigate the alleged killer’s home and his clothing and his bathroom and so on and so forth. The time frames presented by the State and the time frames presented by the accused were meticulously looked at and analysed.

The court came to the conclusion that the horrific deed was committed at a specific time within the time frame of his alibi. And the time frames of both the State and the accused were so closely related that it is too flimsy to convict him. We were satisfied that it would have been highly difficult to kill, leave the scene, wash and clean up the get-away vehicle, clean up the house, if that was where he cleaned himself, and be with his daughter all at the same time.

We found him not guilty; we stressed the philosophy behind an acquittal that it is not a finding that an accused did not commit the alleged crime. It is only a statement that the State failed to prove the guilt of the accused. If my memory serves me correctly, the court was, subjectively, of the meaning that he did it but objectively the alibi succeeded and consequently he was found not guilty.

This brings me to the circumstances surrounding the judicial killing of Jesus Christ, His embalming, His entombment, and the earth-shattering events three days later: His resurrection and aftermath of these events.

It is obvious that we do not have the eyewitnesses nor the original documentation with us; we are stuck with mostly the New Testament and documentation after these events. And I am further hampered by the fact that I cannot read the original languages. I am relying on the Afrikaans text, English and modern Dutch. On a balance of probabilities, I am satisfied with those documents. These are the most reliable documents pertaining to the Christian faith. Even more reliable than the historical documents about Julius Caesar.

The requirements to have been an apostle were stringent and the requirements to fill the place of Judas, the traitor, were just as stringent. You can read it in the Book of Acts of the Apostles chapter 1: 13 - 26 and I quote it verbatim:

“And when they had entered, they went up to the upper room, where they were staying, Peter and John and James and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James the son of Alphaeus and Simon the Zealot and Judas the son of James.

All these with one accord were devoting themselves to prayer, together with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and his brothers. In those days Peter stood up among the brothers (the company of persons was in all about 120) and said, “Brothers, the Scripture had to be fulfilled, which the Holy Spirit spoke beforehand by the mouth of David concerning Judas, who became a guide to those who arrested Jesus. “For he was numbered among us and was allotted his share in this ministry.” (Now this man acquired a field with the reward of his wickedness, and falling headlong he burst open in the middle and all his bowels gushed out. And it became known to all the inhabitants of Jerusalem, so that the field was called in their own language Akeldama, that is, Field of Blood.) “For it is written in the Book of Psalms, ‘May his camp become desolate, and let there be no one to dwell in it’; and ‘Let another take his office.’ “So one of the men who have accompanied us during all the time that the Lord Jesus went in and out among us, “beginning from the baptism of John until the day when he was taken up from us—one of these men must become with us a witness to his resurrection.” And they put forward two, Joseph called Barsabbas, who was also called Justus, and Matthias. And they prayed and said, “You, Lord, who know the hearts of all, show which one of these two you have chosen “to take the place in this ministry and apostleship from which Judas turned aside to go to his own place.” And they cast lots for them, and the lot fell on Matthias, and he was numbered with the eleven apostles.” [My emphasis].

The apostles, for certain, knew that this would make or break the Gospel of Jesus Christ! And it is just as true then, as it is at present.

Do you believe that? If not, what are your reasons? If yes, bless you.

Please write me your story: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za

 

Sunday, 11 December 2022

Number twenty-one 11.12.2022

 

My onion - I do hope that you've enjoyed my onion

Today I am a bit lazy to write. 

Remember it is Sunday afternoon, we’ve been to church, witnessing our young pastor christening his youngest child, a boy; a jovial tee-drinking session with good company. Back home, just taking it slowly and leisurely.

I will therefor keep it short and sweet as the saying goes. Well, not exactly sweet because of the picture I am publishing. It is an onion. I sketched it with chalk pastels. And I enjoyed it.

There are lots to write about – almost as if you are peeling an onion. Refugees who want to visit me and to bring me a gift for my work that I am doing for them. My plants are growing. My wife is preparing a spicy meal.

This is all for now. I trust that you have had a blessed Sunday.

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Saturday, 10 December 2022

Number twenty 10.12.2022

 

Brunsvigia Dullstroom dried out


Brunsvigia, Dullstroom leaves


Brunsvigia, Dullstroom in full flower


Brunsvigia Dullstroom in situ

Saturday 10 December 2022 and the end is near!!

One of these days we will be celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. Our shopping malls will be filled with music, overflowing with Christmas decorations and the ever politically correct re-naming of Christmas to “… a festival of lights …” or “… the festive season.” The narrative is to cut out Christ; He’s got no place in our lives [Read the Gospel according to John chapter 1 – you might just as well read the entire chapter]. That was His dilemma when He was born just shy of 2000 years ago. He is still a game changer. He will change your life as well as He had changed mine more than 50 years ago.

St. Paul wrote a triumph of Christian logic and reasoning in the First Book of Corinthians chapter 15 about the pivotal role the crucifixion plays and the subsequent resurrection three days after His death. He came to the conclusion, and I agree with Paul, that if the crucifixion, fails, then our entire Christian faith is completely and utterly a waste of time and one of the biggest frauds ever committed. I encourage you to grab a Bible, turn to that great chapter and read it slowly and repeatedly and see if you can fault it. This carries the day when I have regard to the everyday atrocities presented to us with great relish all and sundry.

During February 2021 my wife and I went to Dullstroom for a very short break; it turned out to be a short break with a long tail following it. I got some brunsvigia radulosa seeds in Dullstroom. I wrote a post about it, and published it 5 September 2022; please re-read it. It is hard to think that it is some time back and I am still busy with the brunsvigia. The SA National Biodiversity Institute [SANBI] tells me that it might take up to eight years to flower! Eight years. That is how long my journey from Dullstroom might take and then some.

These plants are now in the process of being re-potted; it became quite crowded in the pots. I am looking at it now and they seem to be happy with the transplant – all are standing up right reaching for the light.

I am fascinated by these plants; and I am growing it in pots at my home.

The species is now known to be widespread from Limpopo, Mpumalanga, Free State, KwaZulu-Natal and the eastern half of Northern Cape. It is also known from Swaziland and Lesotho and from a few records from southern Botswana [the source for this piece of information is SANBI’s website].

The rooting system of plants are like my arteries – they carry the life blood/fluid to the entire plant. And it is only now in my later years that I grasp the beauty of plants; the sacredness of plants; the patience it takes to grow plants.  

Brunsvigia sprouting on top of the soil.

My first image is of brunsvigia seeds sprouting. I left it on the top of the soil and that is where they sprouted. Then I planted it into the soil and during the winter months, it dies back completely. 

Brunsvigia during spring in Rivonia

My second photo is during spring when everything comes back in all its new splendour and vibrancy.  

Brunsvigia' s strong rooting system

The third image is of the seedlings. These were growing underneath the soil and out of reach of my inquisitive eyes. They produced strong sturdy roots and I do hope it will come in good stead because they are now in new soil and new pots for probably another 18 months or so. I am a complete novice who is trying to do something unique – albeit only unique in my household. I don’t know of any of my friends who grows either the Brunsvigia, eucomis or the albuca bracteata. Or oak trees. By the way, some of my oak-seedlings are battling and I don’t know why. They are still alive, but it is an uphill battle for some. The others are fine and on the go. They have vigorous roots which just grow and grow and grow. Well, all things considered, oaks are huge trees; and I want to keep them small. How? I don’t know; I haven’t done anything like that before and I am excited about the learning curve ahead of me and my oaks.

I have the pleasure to give my friends homegrown plants that are completely indigenous to our beautiful country. Of course, I not only give them the plants, they get a “lecture,” maybe I should say: I tell them the entire history of the plants and what I did to get it so far. My eucomis is grown from leaf cuttings that were stuck in river sand for six months; down at the bottom of the container there they were. Tiny eucomis bulbs. Always something to learn and something to do.

There is a saying that goes more or less like this: Learn something of everything and everything from something. And I like it. As a late starter in the world of plants and propagating of plants and the care of plants, I am at great disadvantage and have to work hard at it. This does not scare me away; in fact, I consider it to be a challenge. The challenge also lies in this that I have to maintain a balance between my plants and my leal practice.

This brings me to Sir David Attenborough – a personal friend of the late Queen Elizabeth II of the UK.

Sir David Attenborough is unique. Have a look at this youtube video of SirDavid Attenborough being iconic for 25 minutes. He is the epitome of “life long learning.” I really enjoy this video and will certainly have a look of other videos of his. It is possible that you know more about Sir David, in any case, please have a look [or watch again].

Please write me a story of your journey with plants: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za

Thursday, 8 December 2022

Number Nineteen 9.10.2022

 

Elephants are not cute and cuddly and they are not fond of cup-cakes

On 27 June 2022 I published an article on three elephants living at the Johannesburg Zoo. What happened to Lammie, Mopani & Ramadiba after this date?

Children’s books portray elephants as huge, cuddly, friendly animals that you can keep next to your child’s bed at night. These animals are wild, huge, not cuddly, not cute, definitely not something to play with. The one in the picture is obviously created for your adorable child, who is probably sitting comfortably on your lap, to enjoy. This painting creates an impression of a pink elephant at a kid’s party with a silly three-pointed hat on who is enjoying cupcakes! Pink elephants – that is what makes this story so …

That is the reason why elephants and other wild creatures such as snakes, baboons, rhinos and more are kept behind bars. They are wild. They are dangerous. And we, the human species are their biggest enemy.

Elephants are huge, powerful and they will wipe their arse off on you

When you are in the wild, you are trespassing on their territory and not the other way round. This piece of wisdom is practical and coming from a client of mine who was once chased by an elephant; you don’t stop your car, get out of it and start a civilized conversation. You are the intruder and you back off. A tame elephant is still a wild beast!

Chief Stephen Fritz, a community leader and the third applicant in the matter, notes:

“We are the first People of South Africa, and, in our view, imprisoning our sacred Elephants, so named, Lammie, Mopane and Ramadiba showcases the past and the present will to humiliate and disrespect our culture and our heritage.  For many years I have felt ashamed and powerless: I am, therefore, relieved that a large number of experts and scientists have united, bringing together a wealth of knowledge to offer these Elephants a powerful defence.  Today, we are experiencing the results of climate change which include droughts and fires, for the sake of all South Africans we need to show respect towards our Rain Makers and Healers the Elephants.” [source: https://emsfoundation.org.za/category/towards-freedom-project/] [emphasis added].

A powerful defence on behalf of elephants in Johannesburg Zoo! Applicants legal team is high-powered and so is the team for the Respondents. The experts on behalf of the elephants are highly qualified. And I expect that the experts on behalf of the Zoo will be just as highly qualified.

This is an impressive story and it will attract a tough, vigorous response from the Respondent; I am intrigued by this lot. My very first reaction was, that this application is somewhat wild, novel and surely somewhat whimsical! Then I started reading the papers and I changed my mind; they might have an arguable case. Good luck to them. It seems as if there is an international trend in respect of similar matters.

What is going to happen? If the matter is decided one way or the other, the one party will claim victory for justice’s sake while the other will … well, let’s wait and see. Well, looking back on my career as a practising lawyer, the other party will claim that they were denied a proper trial and that there is no justice in this country of ours – it is a probable scenario that is waiting to play out. Oh yes, and to top it all, the judge got it all wrong!

I am in contact with the Applicants and I am waiting on their reply to my e-letter. When I know more, you will know more. Stay tuned.

Please write me your story about your interaction with these stately animals: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za

Number Eighteen 8.12.2022

 

Ian McKellar: NOW WE REALLY LIVE

And the 2022 is coming to a close.

For some it was a rough and tumble year, for others a year of great heartache. And others are still undeciding. We had our share of heartache as well.

For me, primarily, it was a year to adapt from living in a house for almost 41 years to another home and a much, much smaller garden. I learnt a lot of invaluable lessons and looking forward to the future to learn more lessons. And more stories! Some of which I will tell, some I won’t.

I had an uplifting zoom meeting with an author of a book NOW WE REALLY LIVE, Ian McKellar. He is a knowledgeable person. The edition I read was published during 1984. Talking to him, information is rolling from him and he is still excited about it. He first published it during 1973 – I was 23 years old; next year it would be 50 years since he first published it.

He told me that he did not attend Biblical Seminary and he is a graduated engineer. And that was, what I think, was the saving grace between him and me having a very robust discussion about him writing this book. Engineers are robust people. They can give it and take it on the chin, so to speak.

At times during our zooming, I had to remind myself not to cross-examine him. He is not a witness under oath in a court of law. And yet, I kept on with my questioning him. And he kept on coming back with cogent and well-established facts. It was only at the end of our conversation, that he disclosed to me that he is an engineer and not a theologian. And that explained to me his attitude.

We agreed.

And we disagreed.

And we remain civil about it.

What is even more remarkable is that he agrees to zoom again and to keep the conversation going.

I am in the process of researching the history of the Christian Church as was set out in the Book of Acts of the Apostles according to St. Luke. I obviously will look further afield but the foundation is in Scriptures.

Sir Ian McKellen

I cannot find him on social media but located a powerful miveo by SirIan McKellen. Please do yourself the favour and listen with an open mind to what Sir Ian is telling us. Stories. Those are the things we are telling to all and sundry.

Over the years, especially, in a legal practice, I accumulated lots of stories. Having sat on the High Court Bench as an assessor and later as an acting Judge, I heard a lot of stories. My practice is alive with stories.

Stories. This my 18th consecutive story. And you have a story to tell. Some of you have indeed made contact with me with stories. Thank you for that.

Please write me your story: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za