Oscar’s Version

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The Merry Month of May

7 years 8 months on …
Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental Advantage: Ed

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I remember …

We left Kimberley last Wednesday at three in the afternoon. I navigated the bus through places that I have never seen before: Phillopolis, Phillipstown and the Boerestaat enclave of Orania. Sunset over Hanover was spectacular, and we arrived back in PE at 11pm.

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Since getting back, it’s been a whirlwind of activity. Braai at Kerry Botha, then off to St Francis for the weekend with Jenny and Mike Rishworth.

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Our trip to Patensie was fun. We stayed at the Ferreiras, braaied there on Tuesday night, I addressed the Gamtoos Tourism Bureau on Wednesday morning and broadcast via phone and Skype ED is in wED on AlgoaFM. later in the day we returned to PE and had lunch with the Southwoods. Then we voted.

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Election Days. This one and the ones before and the one in 1994 – the first democratic election in our country. It was a time of happiness and fear. We were concerned that things would go wrong, and yet it all turned out fine. We have had twenty years of democracy, and our elections are an example to the world. And then there was our Old/New South Africa party … a time to celebrate, indeed!

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Friday I spoke to Global Business Solutions.

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Sunday was Mother’s Day. Sean took us out for supper at Angelo’s on Saturday. Family time! Sunday, the Southwoods visited us.

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My mother, Doris. She and Dad married on 3 May 1952 and Mom passed away 28 years ago at the age of 55!

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It was back to a normal five day work week this week, after all the holidays. Everyone returned to their normal things, and I returned to The Oscar Pistorius Trial Channel – Days 29, 30 and 31!

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Physically, these days are becoming more difficult for me. Mentally, I’m ahead of the game. It’s an effort! On top of it all, the roof is being repaired. I’m stressed by all this activity!

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7 years 7 months ill …

Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental Deuce

I remember …

The Motor Neurone Disease Association of SA meeting at Old Grey Club.

We had a very touching and different meeting. Kasturi Pillay and her children came down to PE from Durban. Her matriculant daughter gave a talk on “Living with dad and MND.” Kasturi spoke afterwards and shared much insight on her journey and her young husband’s acceptance of his condition, and what he taught them as he journeyed with MND until his death at age 44.

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Being doubled booked for therapy on Wednesday and getting a free session on Thursday, and forgetting to go for my weekly beard trim at Grant’s …

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Watching Grey play rugby against Michaelhouse, narrowly winning by 10 – 7,  getting caught up in the beer tent and just beating the rain downpour on the way home

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Heading off to the Bathurst Agricultural Show, staying at the Settlers Cottage circa 1821, eating at the Pig and Whistle, the Earthen, Lara’s Eatery, the Bathurst Arms, the nurseries, craft shops, and thanks to Tanya for the hospitality. It was great meeting up with so many familiar faces again!

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The ABC, A Bathurst Country Affair is to follow in August over the Women’s Day weekend. More fun to come!

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As a kid, 6 April, a public holiday, was celebrated as Van Riebeeck Day – the day that Europeans under the leadership of Jan van Riebeeck from Holland first came to settle at the southern point of Africa. Bringing Christendom to Africa, some would say, and the beginning of our problems, others would say …

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Rushing home for the 10th Iron Man from Barry’s house at Villas Marinas on Marine Drive. I watched the first one back in 2005 when I was still well … how things have changed since then. And it got quite cool in the evening – watch the video:

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Oscar Pistorius taking the witness stand in his murder trial in Pretoria and  Shrien Diwani arriving at the  Cape Town High Court after fghting extradition in London for three and a half years now. I was in London in November 2010 when his wife was killed in Cape Town and the British press made South Africa look like a banana republic because of the murder!

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The Australians detecting the pings from the black boxes of the mystery disappearing Malaysia flight 370

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And the Oscar goes to … Mankind

“And because he cannot be with us tonight, we all accept the Award on his behalf.”
 
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I am only a human.
A human being – just a human being;
Nothing more than just a mere mortal.
I am just human.
 
I have flaws and warts – some are visible to all and some are visible only to me.
I am not the perfect person I may sometimes appear to be.
 
Over and above my frail humanness, I have a physical body that is diseased by CBD and does not work properly.
 
Life is not an easy road to navigate.
 
Because of my imperfections, and like many other human beings, I look for role models.
 
I look for someone to guide me through this life – to show me the way.
It’s not an easy road to traverse by yourself.
 
I look to my parents, my teachers, my political leaders, my religious leaders, my business leaders, my entertainment stars, my sporting heroes …
 
But, too often, the more important people are in this life, the less of a role model they are.
 
The majority of the political leaders in my country leave me cold. The “stars” often flicker in life’s darkness. My religious leaders are silent. The business leaders are often unethical, my teachers fallible and my parents, or their leadership, missing.
 
So I turn to my sporting heroes. The world revolves around sport and I can revolve around its heroes.
 
Many of us turn to them and (often erroneously) idolize them:
 
They are achievers, well-marketed, in your face, on TV and sometimes in real life, wealthy, “pull” the models, drive flashy cars, have large homes, travel the world and seemingly live Life, with a capital letter L! They have it all.
 
And when they have faced the difficulties of life themselves, overcome adversity and gone from rags to riches to command the world’s stages and airwaves, then even more so, they become your role model, your guide, your leader, your wannabe, your hero!
 
They dreamed the impossible dream and made it possible.
 
If they could do it, then so can you! You aspire to what they have achieved. It is no longer impossible!
 
And so we put them on pedestals and make them our gods. And they bask in our adoration and adulation. They live the high life and reap its profits – channelled from us to them via various sponsorships, deals, endorsements and other revenues.
 
Yes, we feed them, we fund them and we fuel them!
 
We keep them there!  And they feed us …
 
They tell us and give us what we want and are looking for – often out of their true character. They start living a dual life – possibly so as not to disappoint us and possibly because they enjoy basking in the glory of their new-found fiefdoms that we helped to create.
 
All the time we forget that they are only like ourselves – just human!
 
And, one day, when we “discover” that:  they, too, are only just human and flawed like ourselves, we are devastated and disappointed and dismayed and, above all, we are lost and we are hurt.
 
Often, we are so disappointed when our heroes fall from grace, that we feel betrayed by them. We are the first to judge them –  harshly. And so we throw the stones. We choose to forget that they, too, are only just human.
 
In no manner of means do I condone their actions. Just as I don’t condone many other of our “re-actions”.
 
We conjure up and tell the jokes about them. We help to break them down and watch how they crumble, piece by agonizing piece.
 
After having fed them, funded them and fueled them, we fire them!
 
From hero to zero, the cliche says, and we are so good at assisting in order to make that statement true.
 
So, now I am sad. I am very sad.
 
I am sad that another of our heroes has fallen.
I am sad that such a dastardly deed has been committed.
I am sad that one family is in mourning and another in distress.
I am sad about all the heartache, the tears, the unhappiness, the emotion.
I am sad that we are such fragile and fair-weather supporters and followers.
I am sad that Life is such a difficult road.
 
So, now I ask you, …
 
Only too aware that I am not in, and nowhere close to, the league of previously fallen heroes,
But knowing full well (from the correspondence and feedback that I receive from around the world) about the flawed pedestal that some would place me on:
 
Please, don’t make me your role model; because I can’t and don’t and never will live up to your expectations. I am scared to let you down and to disappoint you.
 
Please, from that which I give to and share with you on radio and in print, take the best and ignore the rest.
 
Please know that despite the TV networks ad nauseum telling us “that you can only imagine what he feels like”, we will never know what he felt or feels like ( just as no-one will ever know or understand what I am going through and experience daily with CBD, and what I feel).
 
Please, remember, …
 
I am only a human.
A human being – just a human being;
Nothing more than just a mere mortal.
I am just human.
 
Remember UBUNTU and our humanness – “I am what I am because of who we all are”.
 
(c) Edward C Lunnon 2013
Sunday 17 February 2013: 6 years 5 months on …
Physical: Deuce / Mental: Deuce