As a child growing up in poverty in the rural Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe, Moses Murandu was used to having salt literally rubbed in his wounds when he fell and cut himself. On lucky days, though, his father had enough money to buy something which stung the boy much less than salt: sugar.
Forest Green Rovers were already renowned in the UK as giant-killers, the minnows who took on some of the much larger clubs and won. But now the club is gaining a reputation for a completely different reason — as the first vegan club on the planet.
It started as a rescue mission when the Gloucestershire club owners approached millionaire environmentalist Dale Vince for sponsorship back in 2010. After looking into the troubled team’s finances, Vince, who owns local green energy company E...
Living abroad with kids, unsure I could do it, and ...
Ponte City: How Johannesburg's notorious towerblock cleaned up its act
How many of us grow up hoping one day we will get to marry a prince? Most of us leave that wish behind as soon as we grow out of our glittery Belle gowns and twinkling Cinderella shoes. But for Meghan Markle — whose name so conveniently rhymes with sparkle — that wish really has come true.
However, this is not a fairy tale. Once the wedding is over, real life begins. And an important part of that real life is the fact that she is about to marry a British man. Yes, a member of the royal family...
No one wants to think or talk about it, but choosing someone to look after your children if you die could be one of the most important decisions you make as a parent.
Lying on my back, face turned to the ceiling, I could feel my husband’s warm hand tighten in mine. Every other time I’d done this, my body had been twisted as far as possible to see the screen next to me, eager to catch a glimpse of the baby inside me.
This time was different. This time I was terrified of what I would see or, rather, what I wouldn’t see. I’d been waiting 24 hours for this moment, but had I been able, I would have stopped time so it never arrived.
Shoes are thrown across the hall, bouncing off the wall and skidding into the next room. A jumble of bags, coats, books, and random bits of string littering the floor is kicked aside. I am furious.
“Why can’t people pick their stuff up, just once?” I shout at no one in particular, my words echoing up the stairs though I suspect my daughters are shuttered away in their rooms, headphones drowning out my attempts to guilt them into clearing up.
“Okay,” my voice rises higher, frustration mounting...
“Not that way, the strokes need to go up and down. It’ll look messy like that.” I push my daughter’s paintbrush out of the way with mine and show her how to do it properly. I haven’t painted a room in years and I’m certainly no expert but I know how hard it is to ensure you get an even coat.
“I need help,” I blurted out.
“I don’t know what I am doing wrong but I can’t carry on for much longer….” I indicated towards my breasts. I must have looked quite a sight, hair un-brushed, ill-fitting clothes over my so-recently pregnant body, bags the size of suitcases under my exhausted eyes. I clutched my newborn baby close, her shock of dark hair peeking out from under a winter warm hat. My husband hovered behind, wanting to be as supportive as possible but wary of intruding into a woman’...
Why a bike tour is the best way to see Soweto
“Do you want to play?” our guide Linda asked my two daughters as they dropped their bikes on the dusty pavement and looked longingly towards a group of boys kicking a ball.
They didn’t need to be asked twice – football-mad, they’re always keen to show boys that they’re every bit as good when it comes to dribbling skills. The fact that we were in the middle of Soweto, where once no white person would have ventured, bothered them not in the s...
When Lilly El-Jerby, 22, first started college in Indiana she faced not just the usual issues of settling into a new life in an unfamiliar environment, but the additional stress of having to adapt to a whole new country. The fact that she was an American national herself didn’t make things any easier as she just hadn’t ever lived there.
Lilly had, up until university age, been living in Saudi Arabia and is a “third culture kid” (TCK)—a child who is brought up in one or more countries other th...