It’s the hardest word, according to Elton John anyway (oh, and Tracy Chapman, who reckons it’s all that you can’t say — whoever “you” might be). Nonetheless, I say it to you today anyway. Sorry.
Why do I apologise so semi-profusely? For the blog silence, of course.
It’s been far to long since I last posted something of any real significance. There are reasons, of course (or excuses, if you want to call them that). Well, to be honest, there’s only been one excuse: work.
The last few weeks have been really hectic. I’ve gone into Kokstad C-Max Prison, spent time in a few transit camps set up for victims of xenophobia, and most recently a few days in the bush in Kruger National Park (the article will be in the Sunday Times this week, with a gallery running on here on Sunday morning — it’s really awesome, and will be worth checking out). I was also involved in the horrific story about the stabbing of Emmanuel Sithole. And the one that really hit me: the fleeing of foreigners from the country to go back home.
Needless to say, it’s been a rough few weeks.
In fact, if it wasn’t for a weekend away with my family for Easter I think I might have done my head in.
Anyway, I’m back in the game and will be posting more in the next little bit. Expect more interesting things: like my first ever 1/2 marathon, my two-year wedding anniversary and other general tomfoolery.
It’ll be fun. Promise.