wheniwasawhenwe

This is a very funny blog written by…well, a ‘When We’. For those non-Rhodies out there, this tag came about from a habit many Diaspora Rhodesians have. They always start a sentence with “When we were in Rhodesia…” followed by a long winded anecdote of a life of pure luxury before nasty black people came along and shot the shit out of whitey and having captured back the place - promptly turned it into a refuse tip.

This particular story, The natives are restless, gave me a good laugh. Unfortunately you need a degree in Rhodie slang to comprehend most of it and he does go rather heavy on the swearing – but each writer to his own hey.

Ryk Basson – RIP

It has been a hard and painful week. A very good friend passed away at the age of 54 from a heart attack. We were at school together. It was only ten years ago that a great friendship started. By that time I was out of my head and he was a successful dentist in Croyden and living in Kent, UK.

Ryk always supported me in my endeavour to get myself a decent education and write books. He also became a much loved person by my kids and ex. He was generous to extremes with many people and will be severely missed by family, friends, staff and customers.

 Go well my china.

 

Ryk, back row, last on the right