Varanasi, India, the city of death. It lies next to the Ganges River, where cremated bodies are strewn into eternal bliss. Or so it’s...

I haven’t written for a while. I haven’t really felt up to it. But today marked three months since my grandfather’s passing. Oupa Marais....

“Sorry, say that again?” It feels like there’s a chasm between me and the cashier behind the plexi-glass screen with her mask and visor...

In a frame on the wall of my grandpa's study hung the words of a poem by the British poet Minnie Louise Haskins (1875-1957). It's got a...

"What's your final destination?" A pretty typical question asked on airports, with just about as many different answers as there are...

In the beginning, God didn’t build a city or an empire. He planted a Garden. And in it, He placed His image: Human beings. The Garden...

I used to be a pastor's kid. A PK, in the subculture. Aweh, pastor-kinders. As a PK, you regularly feature in sermon illustrations....

Two weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 20 160 minutes. 1 209 600 seconds. Okay, not exactly... Point is: My quarantine is over. Week one went by...

"My brother, you're a fellow citizen." The man at the South African embassy had spoken to me kindly and candidly. I was impressed. And...

"Are you a VIP?" she asked. "An ambassador?" I laughed, "No, not at all! Are you?" "I'm the assistant secretary-general..."