Mothers I Met – Noluthando...

Sometimes you hear something and you really don’t know if you’ve just heard what you think you’ve heard. Someone says something and you just simply don’t take it in. Like when I was walking down the streets of Dublin and chatting with another American.  A passing woman heard our accents and exclaimed to us that a plane had just crashed into one of the twin towers. We stopped momentarily. I heard what she was saying...

Our Friend Sisanda...

Our dear friend Sisanda The hardest thing about leaving South Africa was probably leaving Sisanda.  Sisanda was an 8 year old girl from Walmer township, in Port Elizabeth who had been abandoned by her mother and a number of volunteers and staff members  from the Human Dignity centre had tried to look after. After it became apparent that with all good intentions the people looking after Sisanda, were not coping and not able...