This is where you will find links to previous writing done including Blogs, Websites, Social Media Content, Newsletters, Poetry and Fiction.
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Blog: Not just the Mama - Balancing womanhood and motherhood
A woman focussed blog aimed at providing an insight into the life of a woman with older children.
Website and Social Media page: Lesley Scott - Photographer
Photography website
Borescope and Digital Microscope Website. News updated regularly.
(*note: I am one of many content contributors on the informational landing page on this website. Please ask if you require specific writing samples from this page)
"Welcome home boet!" The colourful sign is a sight to behold amongst the sea of expectant faces, each waiting for one of their own. As my own welcoming committee registers my presence, the banner flutters to the ground, the arms that had held it now wrapped firmly around my waist. My sister lifts her face long enough to plant one of her trademark sloppy kisses on my cheek before holding me at arms length and giving me a thorough once over.
"Hmm, a bit on the skraal side hey. Mom's going to love this chance to fatten you up. Her prodigal son."
I look at Karen for some sign of bitterness or resentment over my sudden departure all those years ago, but there is none. She had always had a smile as warm as liquid sunshine, and the joy on her face is real... read more
Various articles and contributions to newsletters and other online publications.
I was in trouble. They were closing in behind me and catching up so fast that I could
hear the slap of their shoes on the pavement. My breath was coming in short bursts and I
didn’t know how much longer I could keep up this pace.
With a pounding heart I rounded the corner, trying for a last burst of speed, feeling the
weight of the package pressed against my chest. No matter what happened, there was no way
I could let them get their hands on it; it was the last item my father had given to me and I
would not give it up.
Half way down the alley, a dark van with tinted windows was parked at an angle and
looked as if it might provide some cover. I ran past it, doubling back into the gap between the
van and the alley wall. Suddenly, a strong hand reached for me and I stumbled, struggling as I
was yanked through a doorway.
Another smaller hand clamped across my mouth and I heard a soft voice in my ear.
“Keep absolutely silent and still if you want any hope of getting out of this alive. If
they find you, they will kill you – the fact that you are only a teenager means nothing to
them.”
Part of me wanted to fight and run, but something about the voice instilled a spark of
calm in me, and though the adrenaline continued its race through my veins, my body and
mind stilled as I listened out for my unknown pursuers.
For several seconds, all I could hear was the traffic on the adjacent street, and then I
heard what to my ears sounded like a small army, but in reality was only about five of them.
They sounded massive, Goliaths to my David and their footsteps echoed between the highrise