First: I am reminded that tomorrow is the 11th September, and we will all be remembering where we were when we learned of the incredible aeroplane attack(s) by Muslim terrorists, on Americans and many, many other nationalities. Me? I was at the time living temporarily in a small flat in The Strand, outside Cape Town, South Africa. Andrew telephoned me from Hartbeespoort to tell me to turn on my television; the first plane had hit the Twin Towers and at the time no-one had realised it was a terrorist attack - but as we watched, the second plane hit, and it slowly dawned that this was no accident. And gradually the news came in of the other two planes. The world was in shock; I was certainly in shock - physically and mentally and emotionally. My soul was incredulous, and the pain lasts through to this moment, and every moment I think about it.
And this is just days after the reminder of something equally horrific that happened in Rhodesia, September 3rd 1978 - the deliberate shooting down of a passenger Viscount at Kariba, by Joshua Nkomo's ZiPRA terrorist forces - and then, on the ground, the slaughter of the survivors.
The circle of life, and death. The insanity of hatred, the treachery of politicians, the tragedy of life cut short ... and yet the continuation of life, through birth.
Please remember, with me at this time, the families of the victims, and pray for the perpetrators.
NEXT: Following on to my previous off-topic delight about my grand-nephew: Meet Ethan!
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I promise the next blog will be on topic: PUBLISHING!