Last Update: 31st May 2026
As the years pass by like chapters in one's book of life, I find myself reflecting more on the paths I chose in life. In my youth, I consciously opted to turn away from the idea of a rainbow nation. Twice the Lord granted me the incredible opportunity to work overseas. Consequently, my children spent a significant portion of their formative years in the majestic landscapes of Switzerland. Now, as my wife and I approach the twilight of our lives, we look forward to drawing nearer to our children, who have embraced their new Swiss identities, becoming more Swiss than South African.
As I paged through my image collection, the warm melodies of CDs I'd crafted from my cherished LPs filled the air. The music, rich with that classic vinyl essence, resonated beautifully through my Ken Ishiwata Marantz CD player. I couldn’t help but wonder how much joy these timeless LPs would bring me today. What a stark contrast to the moment I decided to part with my entire vinyl collection. Little did I know just how dearly I would come to miss those beloved melodies.
As I flipped through my images, a wave of emotion washed over me, harmonizing with the gentle tunes emanating from my "vinyl" collection. Each image has its own story, transforming moments into memories. This journey of revisiting our photo collection felt like a unique moment with each photo, whether it was taken with my Pentax SLR or one of my digital cameras. What a captivating journey that intertwined my past and present, with a delightful symphony of sight and sound, until...
My wife and I shared a passion for photography, resulting in a vast trove of film negatives and prints. About 8 years ago, I purchased a scanner to breathe new life into our analog collection. The journey of scanning and editing our negatives unfolded in a way that was worlds apart from the familiar territory of digital photo editing. To my surprise, my knowledge and experience with Olympus , along with my expertise in using Workspace, greatly improved my analog image processing.
Out of a family of thirteen, four members will remain in South Africa. Through hard work, we have excellent educational backgrounds, talent, and experience, all motivated by a commitment to invest in our country and contribute to the development and the well-being of all its citizens. However, we have been confronted with the difficult choice of embracing a new culture in pursuit of a safe future for our children. Despite the challenges, our love for Africa and its people never changed.
We never intended to leave South Africa for a second time, but life took an unexpected turn when I received an offer from Switzerland. One evening, as I was reflecting on our future, an unimaginable tragedy unfolded nearby. Three girls were left in the care of their grandmother when their parents returned from work. Tragically, with the parents being tied down in the garage, the grandmother was powerless to intervene while the three innocent girls suffered a horrific ordeal inside the home. It was in that moment, as I looked into the eyes of a girl who had endured such tragic suffering, that I realized it was time to seek a new beginning for my family. The journey away was not one of choice but rather a response to the painful injustices that plagued our beloved country for 31 years.
In the heart of the Oval Office, a spark of hope flickered to life as the President of the United States greeted the President of South Africa and his entourage. However, that glimmer quickly faded as the world’s media unleashed a troubling spectacle casting doubt on the foundations of an independent media. Our prayers are with fellow South Africans during this tumultuous time, as many struggle to comprehend the far-reaching consequences of this most recent journalistic catastrophe.
Our son and his family live in Switzerland, while our daughter returned to South Africa. Like many South Africans, she and her husband pursued opportunities abroad, leveraging their qualifications to build a new life in Australia. South Africa had a recorded population of 17M in 1981, and by 1994, a remarkable 95M participated in the country's inaugural free and fair elections.
In a realm where tales of anguish fade into silence, the true extent of the oppression directed at cultural communities remains elusive. South Africans navigate through unthinkable suffering, a reality marked by relentless brutality and violence, compounded by the disintegration of families. All of this unfolds beneath the watchful eye of an independent global media. Yet, in our current climate of doubt and skepticism, one might be tempted to downplay these horrors as mere petty theft or dismiss them as just another conspiracy woven into the fabric of religious and family values.