© J. Francois Barnard - 1 February 2024
Tatiana shouted for help as they dragged her away from her aunt's house. Nobody dared to help her and stand up against the militsiya. That she acted in self-defence did not matter. She shot an officer who assaulted her, and her destiny was the Gulag Camp, Perm 36.
© J. Francois Barnard - 18 January 2024
The little six-year-old boy stood in front of his older brother and sister. They pointed at him and snarled their accusation: "Murderer!" Their mother stepped in between them, and by then, all three were crying.
© J. Francois Barnard - 02 January 2024
When you reach the ripe age of about forty, you know the time will come for The Operation. Her hormones would be applauding, and other contraceptives would not work for her. You have to brace yourself to go through the ordeal of a vasectomy.
© J. Francois Barnard - 22 December 2023
It was a hot December night in Johannesburg at our year-end function. All the speeches were over, and I took Mr Agbani by the arm. "Let's go outside. It's getting too hot inside here."
© J. Francois Barnard - 20 December 2023
When I planned a business trip to Jeffreys Bay, I warned Dorothy well in advance that I would visit her. She was my late mother's best friend, and in my teens, I saw her almost every day. I had not seen her for decades since then, but I had some contact with her since I notified her of my mother's passing. The resident nurse at the retirement village told me about Dorothy's dementia and strongly encouraged me to come, citing loneliness as one of Dorothy's significant problems.
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