She desperately wants to go home to her family but she is in so much debt she can’t afford to.
Posted in : Busi Mjiyakho, External Writers on by : ks Tags: Busi Mjiyakho, human, politics, racism, sexism
This world doesn’t need lecturers and academics, we need people who have a passion for knowledge. People who get excited about the prospect of guiding the next generations. People who understand that the future lies in the youth and that without education and the transfer of that knowledge and curiosity, there can be no future.
Absent, but not absent minded…
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With court papers in hand, I came home with a close friend, to check if this tumor was still here, but the malignant growth had left. It took me weeks to track it down, but I did, and I had the papers served on Tuesday evening at 11:30pm.
Where is the joy – Part 6
Years ago when she was battling she asked to borrow money from me and I declined. Then, when I needed it most she loaned me a car. I still remember the evening I sat in her office and she didn’t ask for much, but I declined. Cold and heartless. And years later, she could help me, and with out even asking her, she offered.
Where is the joy – Part 5
Posted in : Where is the joy on by : ks Tags: children, empty, family, joy, lonely, numbness, simcha, soul
A chair exists but it doesn’t live, it merely takes up space. I now took up space. I was merely an object. My vessel was so empty that I felt nothing. Nothing made me smile and nothing made me cry. Emotional darkness. Dark and cold.
Where is the joy – Part 4
Posted in : Where is the joy on by : ks Tags: children, court, divorce, emotional abandonment, lawyers, magistrate, maintenance, paternal rights
It feels like I was just a sperm donor. In fact the best man at my wedding even warned me and said that once she had had her kids she would toss me away.
A brief visit with the doctor
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The marks looked like old bruises, and they showed up during the previous night. I check my arms and legs for marks every evening as I have Peripheral Neuropathy and as such I do not feel much in the way of pain on my arms and legs. Thus I keep injuring myself and not knowing about it.