What is currently happening in Zimbabwe is more than just slightly reminiscent of what happened in the Third Reich during the first few months of 1945 until the final unconditional surrender on the 9th May of that year.

Here was Adolf Hitler, a megalomaniac who had long lost all sense of propriety and, although the major cities had been bombed out and the Russian were baying at the gates of Berlin and, in fact, already in Berlin, Hitler kept on believing in a final victory; in that...

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I believe in serendipity, that is the luck in making unexpected discoveries.

Maybe I should rather use the term “synchronicity” for what I want to write about.

Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events which occur in a meaningful manner, but which are causally un-related.

The first of these experiences went by without much bother. It was when my family and I were at the Maerua Mall shopping centre (in Windhoek) some time ago and I saw a certain...

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Yes, I know that it has taken me some time to start on a new/old topic.

I am equally aware that an unusual time has elapsed between my last blog and this. But, in my defence, I must add that I have suffered from some form of writer's block.

The situation in Zim had, in the meantime, gone from bad to baddest to worst and then seemed to improve - only to plunge right back into the abyss of iniquity again with the latest announcements.

Well, let me...

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2b or not 2b

When I was but a teeny, my ambition was to become an archaeologist and discover (re-discover) treasures and civilisations of the past. Dig up – literally and figuratively – the past and dissect the customs, building, etc., of those that went before us.

The great impetus to this was the history of the great men who dug (sorry: excavated) at Ur, Mesopotamia, Troy, the Valley of the Kings, and many, many others.

The Rosetta stone gave the biggest...

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Today's blog could have had many titles.

During the week I was thinking of “The proper study of Mankind is Man”.

That was after I had watched Idi Amin on our pay channel last Sunday – this time with (mentally) pen and paper at the ready to immediately ink all the impressions left on me by this enigma of a man who could display the equanimity of a Nelson Mandela in one second, fly into a Desmond Tutu impotent rage the next and display the inhuman cruelty - sheathed...

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