Africa Bookshelf: Little Bee

My Africa bookshelf. Spilled onto the floor. Wish the pile was 3 times bigger!

Creating an “Africa bookshelf” was one of the first things I did when starting my blog back in 2010. Leading up to and throughout our expat assignment in Johannesburg, I took great joy in learning more about this continent I knew so little about, by way of the works of some great storytellers. ... 

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How Do I Obtain or Renew a Study Permit for a South African School?

I was astounded how much discussion my recent blog post about the scarcity of space at Johannesburg private schools spurred. While I was aware that this was beginning to pose a problem for expats in South Africa, I didn’t know how dire the situation had already become.

 But it also prompted questions of a more technical nature concerning attendance at South African schools, and I’d like to highlight one such question from my Facebook Page and some answers here. The QUESTION:

Does anyone have any experience ... 

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A First World Problem: We Have No Time

I keep a file on my computer of miscellaneous pictures from our Joburg days. The other day, feeling nostalgic, I felt compelled to post this one on Facebook:

The caption read, Another thing I miss about #Joburg: Skoobs, a cappuccino served in a real mug (most often served with a pretty design on top), and people who have time to share said cappuccino. Come to think of it, that’s the thing I miss most – people who have time.

The post went on to outperform all my other recent posts. Don’t you love how Facebook screws you and tells you that for $10 it will show this post to all the people who like your page? Well, didn’t those people hit LIKE for my page precisely because they WANT to see such posts? Why should I have to pay to reach them? But I guess you can’t argue with a free service. Plus, how Facebooks is screwing us wasn’t really what I wanted to write about…

The reason the post ... 

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The Last Word

The Problem with you, Mom, is that you always have to have the last word.

Excuse me? A teenager was accusing ME of having the last word, when there isn’t a teenager in this family, or possibly the entire world, who doesn’t ALWAYS have the last word?

I was sitting at the dinner table, surrounded ... 

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