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  After spending the day with his parents, all 3 of them loaded up Mfanyakazi's old ford Mondeo and set off to make their way to the A34 going North.  About 30 minutes later, they had parked up outside the street on which the hostel was located.  They had made it on time, but not with much to spare.  They alighted from the car and Kazaliwa had to make several journeys getting his belongings to the hostel, which was situated about 6 - 10 metres from the road.  As they hugs prior to the last trip, there was an atmosphere, a sense of  sadness on a bed of relief, of subdued happiness.  Nzuri and Mfanyakazi had their second son back; even though it was conditionally so.  As they retraced their way back to their home on this fateful night.   They would not have to continue to be tormented with the sad and poignant thoughts of Kazaliwa being incarcerated.  To be continued!

  Will she desist from occasionally moving in front of her WF and, with one hand behind her, drag it from behind her and position it in front of her? These are questions about my dear mother that consistently flash up onto my retina, as I visually observes her and listens to the things she says and infers. But there are also others. Such as, will there not come a time when my dear mother becomes immobile to the point where she is no longer able use her walking frame to move about her small palace?  When she no longer has the strength to heave herself up from a sitting position, as she tries to steady herself with the frame and move lift up and move one foot, and then the other?  As I look at her now, not so much elegantly and adeptly lifting up her feet and walking, but rather shuffling her foot along.  As it, like a truculent child or an unwilling domestic animal digging its heal in and declaring its refusal to walk willing with its owner.  And yet, despite this obvious difficulty, my

  Ask not how can I be happy or have a happy Christmas, when the Covid Pandemic is blowing its infected and virulent breath on all and sundry who happen to be in its path.  When all of human-kind seems to be very vulnerable to its contagion.  When the government seem unable to give enough protection or reassurance and our homes, more than ever, have become not only our castles and refuges, but also our place of incarceration.  When Covid roams about us like an invisible foe and even causes some of us to swear that this foe does not exist except in our minds.  Or that, if it does exist, they, the government and scientists are magnifying it strength and its virulence.   For reasons which others of us find difficult to comprehent. No, do not focus on the reasons why you think you cannot have a happy Christmas and a better New Year.  Focus, instead, on the reasons why you can and should be happy this Christmas, and in the New Year. If you are alive, you will know it, and that is a good rea

  Jupiter and Saturn as seen on the evening of December 23rd 2020

  A slave owner has responsibility for the welfare of both the developing child and the mother.  A civil and civilised society which makes appropriate welfare arrangements for the support of both the mother and her developing baby.  Can, also, legitimately claim to have a say in whether or not a pregnancy can or should be aborted.  Since the provision of the appropriate and adequate welfare for the mother and her developing baby, is an expression of the societal responsibility for the mother and the child. It is on this basis, the fact that civil or social society, is collectively providing a service for the parents and their pregnancy.  That I am arguing that the state and society do have a legitimate right to have their view taken account of.  I am not arguing that the state should be the final arbiter, of whether a woman should be able to exercise her personal rights.   Regarding whether she continues with her pregnancy or have a termination or abortion. Although, on a pragmatic lev

  What we recall of our experiences of the past, tends to be a factor of how they impacted on our senses at the time, the strength of our continuing attachment to those experiences.   And the extent to which we have succeeded in assimilating them into our subsequent experiences and move on with our lives.' Kazaliwa was now a nearly free man, but he was still officially tied to the criminal justice system.  He still had to continue to play his cards right, as it were, to fend of the risk of being recalled to serve out the rest of his sentence.  This awareness of what could happen would remain with him and his parents for years to come, and would, to some extent, impact their relationship. All of them were still tied to the system; Kazaliwa directly and Nzuri and Mfanyazaki in directly.  As Kazaliwa went about making contact with his Probation Officer, Nzuri busied herself making her son his first home cooked meal on the outside.  Kazaliwa had become proficient at not only boiling wa

  Having babies, children, raises the question of ownership, or, probably more pertinently, possession.  The question can be asked: 'Who, if anybody, owns and/or possesses a woman's pregnancy?  Is it the woman in whose body the baby is growing and developing?  The woman who has primary responsibility for the care and nurturing of this developing human?  Is the pregnancy owned by the woman and the biological father?  Or is it owned, collectively, by the family and the society in which they live?  In a slave society, it is clear that the slave-owner and his/her family owns both the pregnant woman and the developing foetus inside of her. Repugnant though it seems to us, that was what it was. However, the 'rights' of civil society, as opposed to a slave society, in which humans have been made into a consumer product which can be bought and sold, are rather different and nuanced.  With ownership and/or possession comes responsibility for both the woman carrying the developin