The Lovely Book Blog

An Interview with my 5 Year Old Son

2011-09-14T09:37:00.000-07:00

Me; If you were in charge of the world what would you do?
Him; I would buy everybody, all the persons in the world.
Me; What would you do with them?
Him; I would line them up and count how many there is.
Me; What would you then do with them?
Him; I would put them in a house and make a family, 2,3,4,5,6 in this house or maybe 7,8 in any house
Me; What would you do all day
Him; Go and see friend's and play, that's it!

Bees, A Swarm and a Baby Owl

2011-07-07T03:57:00.000-07:00

And I am now back, NOT in South Africa melting in 44 degrees but rather experiencing the 'sunny spells' or not as the case may be back in the U.K!
Two lovely things have happened this week, a swarm of bees have moved, swarmed, clustered....(!?) in to the huge oak tree outside of our cottage and there is a small baby owl living in the eaves of next door's roof. As I opened our bathroom skylight, the small baby owl and I clocked each other. I then went to poke the kids out of the same window and the owl had vanished, as owls do.

Also, note to self; when bees are swarming, do not to say to the kids it is fine to be outside, they are just finding a home. Whilst husband shouts 'Children IN QUICKLY!'

P.S No children or bees were harmed...phew.

So my thought for the day is to look upwards, there is alot going on up there!

(the neighbour put scaffolding up and a hive next to the tree to entice them in, as yet they are not having any of it...)

Melting lap top

2010-02-10T07:41:00.000-08:00

I am writing this in between cooking rice, laying the table and knowing that the kids haven't done their home work and its late.

Yesterday the temperature was 44 degrees and thankfully after a smattering of rain it is cooler today. The Klein Karoo, in which I live is fierce in the summer, the temperatures are much hotter than Cape Town and we slowly melt.

I am beavering away at my books, I have started on a series called Wallace and Alice, (books for children) about a rather groovy warthog and his helpful friend. I am also working on three other childrens books. Two of them are by Mary Jo from Books for Africa. It is great to be putting all the material from the Mozambique trip together.

The lap top is burning my lap, the kids are running towards the kitchen, the rice is going to over cook, my four year old son is heading towards the microwave with a jar of milk...got to dash!

Back at my desk and drawing...

2009-12-15T03:05:00.000-08:00

I am back in South Africa having been thoroughly kissed by my family.I am now at my desk and working on pictures for the new book, books, or what ever may come out of this trip. It was the most amazing experience and I feel very blessed to have been given the opportunity.

I am now going over the photos and the pics and seeing what will fit, what will work and how I can produce some really great books.

I am also planning on writing The Mozambican Illustrated Cookbook as the food there was fantastic, so I have alot to get going on. Am going to upload a few more pics from the trip then get back to the drawing board, literally!!

Flights, fights and a moment.

2009-12-09T20:39:00.000-08:00

So I sat on the run way at Maputo airport and we were just about to taxi and leave the country when a fight ensued between the air steward and two Portuguese passengers. It was to do with the fact that the two men, father and son I would say, wanted to move places and the air steward said 'no not now as it wasn't safe' he was in the right. Then, to my suprise the two men hurled abuse at the air steward, along the lines of 'If it wasn't for people like us you would be nothing'. It was ugly.
The air steward kept his cool, went to the captain, opened up the side door and went to throw them off. Security came in, the shyest security man I have ever seen. He actually had dread in his every step as he walked on to the plane, he sheepishly asked another passsenger what happened, then shrugged his shoulders and walked off. Everyone calmed down, the doors were shut and the two Portuguese guys behaved themselves.

I thought it was a sheer racist attack and there are always two sides to one story as by the end of the flight one of these men had befriended an African man sitting opposite him, it was as if they were best friends for years, laughing and chatting no end.

As the plane took off I had a huge surge of emotion, the moment when planes leave a place or arrives in a place, always does it for me. As if the whole trip was suddenly condensced in to that moment, and I had a good old weep. I wept for the kids I was leaving behind, I wept for the poverty of the place, I wept for racism as a whole, big globby tears fell on to my lap. And then I summoned all my thoughts together and stopped, like turning a clean page waiting for what I am to put on it.

Maputo, Motherhood and going home.

2009-12-07T22:19:00.000-08:00

My bags are semi packed in the upstairs air conditioned room I fly back to South Africa this afternoon.

We drove through Maputo yesterday and looked at the buildings, saw where Nelson Mandela and Graca Machel have their house. I went to look at The (famous) Polana Hotel, which is unfortunately under construction. I saw their stack of cakes and goodies which make up their well known high tea. I also saw the price in dollars and swiftly moved on.

We bought vegetables at the local market and maneuvered our way through the stalls.
We sat and had lunch at a cafe and asked the waiter if he was thinking of his wife, as he completely seemed to forget every order we gave him. He laughed and said he wasn't thinking of her but continued through giggles to bring us the wrong food.

My journey has come to a close. I have a huge sense of excitement about seeing my family again, my brilliant Ant and Olive, Amari and Jahli. They have held me afloat whilst I have been away. I have kept them in a box in my mind whilst I have relished this creative freedom that ultimately keeps me sane.

This journey has been a great reminder that I need to carve out this time for myself amidst the chaos that is motherhood. Am sad to leave Mozambique but am so looking forward to the kisses that await me back home. And am also looking forward to the books that come out of this trip...

Capalanas, cookbooks and my clothes

2009-12-06T23:16:00.000-08:00

So I feel a cookbook rising in the oven of my mind...
The food here has been delicious, I shared a recipe with Maria in the village and she shared her yukka leaves Matapa recipe and her sweet potato leaves recipe. They were delicious and for me her cooking was the tastiest food I have had on the trip, really full of flavour and healthy. The idea of walking to your garden at 4.30 am and picking the leaves of the plants that are growing, then bringing them back to wash and clean them then chop them and cook them is so different to going to the shops and buying spinach, which would be the obvious replacement. It doesn't have the same ring. But the realist in me has a word with the romantic in me. I know that this simple basic way of life can easily seem idyllic but the reality is that it springs from a deep sense of poverty and having to exist on what there is. But the romantic then has to have a word with the realist and say there is something very beautiful about being connected to the earth in such a simple way.I have these two voices chatting in my head and I feel a fine balance of the two is good.

The food here is a delicious, a mixture of African, Portuguese and Arabic. The flavours are exquisite and the food is imaginative. Coconut bread, Peri Peri Prawns, vegetable leaves mixed with onions, garlic and cashews. Coconut puddings, I can see this book on the horizon. This country, to me, is an artists heaven, there are colours everywhere. I think that a lot of the people here are highly skilled and artistic, with the weaving, the painted buildings, the capalanas. It is a really colourful place. I am pretty simple, colours really please me and sometimes I would just giggle looking at the colours of doors, houses and the advertising. Well the advertising, that needs a whole blog to itself, safe to say that Vodocom and Mcel spent alot of money on paint!

Advertisers aside, it is as if the whole country has been taken over by someone with a really good sense of humour, a good eye for colour and a big paintbrush! But to put it in perspective and to possibly ask the romantic in me to step down and let the realist chat, the whole country is also war torn and some places look like ghost towns. They look positively creepy.

As for keeping tabs on the sloppy westerner in me I had to remember to try and dress smart, especially in the villages. However my clothes could not keep up with my journey, they disintegrated, I think when I am incredibly hot I lose the sense of how my body is moving and I managed to rip most of my clothes. Perhaps this white lady was just too hot and couldn't concentrate.

I want to squeeze in a word about capalanas, the beautiful strong coloured sarong like fabrics that the woman wear. In my next life, or maybe in this life, can I please be a capalana designer? They are brilliant, creative and beautiful. So what with the beauty of this place,the capalanas and the food I feel The Illustrated Capalana Cook book brewing...

Cashew wine and lost children

2009-12-06T10:49:00.000-08:00

I am sitting on a lovely white sofa after having had a delicious shower, I showered the grime off my body for about 30 minutes solid, there was grey water sliding off me and I had to really scrub. We came back from Nwadjahane village today, we went to stay there for a night for two reasons. One was to go and see a woman called Maria and her family. The other reason was to see the children, follow upabout the books and do some painting with them.

We sat with Maria, who had lost her three children a year ago yesterday. Her children were killed in a terrible fire, it was an act of jealousy and rage done by a boyfriend of one of her daughters. The grieving consisted of family drinking cashew wine and falling over and staring blankly in to space. The kids ran around skipping and laughing, they seemed happy that thier cousins were there. Although they also had to slot in to working and helping with the food, the dishes, the cleaning and the endless tasks that children seem to have to do in these villages. Or should I say the female children have to do.

We were talked through the process of how cashew wine was made and I tried it. A sort of cross between fresh vinegar and off vinegar.
We gave Maria some food and some clothes that we had bought, all a bit irrelevant considering the enormity of her loss. But she was, within her sad face, beaming.

I can't and don't even begin to imagine that kind of loss. I guess I look at it from the outside knowing that it is wrong and wishing that I could go back in time and stop that moment before it happened. That match before it was lit.

I understand that faced with that kind of grief, cashew wine may well be a good place in which to swim.

Potholes Crocodiles and Varnish

2009-12-03T10:13:00.001-08:00

At the moment I am propped up against a wooden shack like bar, the breeze is coming in off the sea and this is the first time I have been cool in about 10 days. I have my bag with me and I was about to dip in to it and get out my blog, that I had written, a day ago. I have been so far from technology these days that I have taken to writing on paper!! In my book, however now my clever words are in a bunk house over the other side of this resort, so I will have to rely on my brain.

After 9 hours of driving am not sure how well my brain is functioning...and it wasn't normal driving, it was 'Hold on...sorry...aaah' (swerve) Mozambican driving. It was like being on a computer game however it was real. That is always a worry when I start dodging the HUGE holes and think, wow this is just like a computer game... I have to remember it is reality and so I had to really concentrate. There are no rules in Mozambique when it comes to driving, I actually could and did swerve all over the place only to be be faced with other drivers coming towards me doing exactly the same thing. But am here, we are both safe and Mary Jo my most relaxed traveling partner seems never to be baffled by this way of driving at all.

This is true to say I have faced many fears over the last few days, my fear of...well driving on bad roads. My fear of heights, I climbed up the side of a very tall waterfall, my fear of snakes. I was told just as I was about to climb up the mountain, I was told of a large green mamba...I hate snakes. I thought, Mamba? What Mamba!! I am climbing up this waterfall, well up the side of it. I did and survived although I fell down three times on the way back. And a man named Segundo, who may I add is the father of 27, yes 27 children, helped me down. Well he stopped me with his foot and laughed, every time I slipped.

Another fear was this, we were on our way to another school to share the books and for me to act out the story of The Red Chicken. No one told us that we would have to stop the car and walk a lot of the way, nor did they say we would be carrying our books across a crocodile infested river. I said to our smiling friend Domingoes, 'Are there crocodiles in this river?' and he held his hand over his mouth and laughed. "Yes there are crocodiles in theees reeever' What I didn't say was that we were in a boat...'Phew!' But this is a river that has 'taken' 5 people this year. We were escorted in a dug out boat by another man called Varnish, what a great name, pronounced 'Verneeesh'. This man who was shot at in the war and the bullets bounced off him, or on some occasions turned to water. He said he had gone to a witch doctor to put a magic spell on him but now any one can shoot him as he had the spell taken off. We asked was this magic or just luck and he said that was he secret that he could not share with us. I love this place.

In Gorogosa National Park

2009-11-29T04:33:00.001-08:00

We have now travelled the length of the country, it has been days of driving and actually we are only half way accross the country as it is so long. The further up we have gone the hotter it has become and I am sitting in a very hot computer room in Gorongorsa National Park. With three guys next to me waiting for thier computers to connect, mine is still working...fingers crossed...Am hoping that the internet thief doesn't steal this post and it disappear in to cyber space...

We have had the most amazing time, we stayed in the village of Nwadjahane, the birth place of a national hero Eduardo Mondlane. We stayed in the house that he built and we spent time with the local women. One morning we were up at 4.30, this is the normal time that the women wake in the village. We walked to the mashambas with two young girls from the village Anita and Artemesia and with a woman called Maria. It was a wonderful 45 minute walk as the sun came up and these women don't dwardle, they walk with a fast pace and they are very stately. I actually slightly struggled to keep up.

We launched the book project and were greeted by women ululating,dancing and singing. One of the songs went 'We are very lucky this day' it was amazing. The project went down really well there and Mary Jo handed books out in thier bags. It is such a great project www.booksforkidsafrica.org

So I have been taking lots of photos and soaking it all in, I picked up my paint brush for the first time today. I have lots of ideas, they are just flowing in.
I feel a great sense of pride to be here and involved in this project. I will soon be producing this work and will be very happy when it gets in to the hands of the kids that need it!

And this morning we went for game drive and I saw more animals than I have ever seen in my life, I feel a book about a Winged Warthog brewing...

Here in Maputo

2009-11-23T01:10:00.000-08:00

Well I am here and it is a beautiful place, it is so different yet so similar to South Africa. However it is crumbling and grand all at the same time. The people are so friendly and seem to smile and laugh easily. The colours are incredible it is actually a visual feast for me, the people are so well dressed and have such a sense of style I feel a bit shabby!

There are painting on walls and the women sway in their different fabrics, the children are really inventive with their games and Mozambicans seem to have mastered the art in relaxing.
We are driving in to the countryside tomorrow and are going for our 10 day trip trying to avoid mud. I have been taking a lot of research pictures and will attach some. They will all feed in to the books eventually. It is a great project and feel blessed to be a part of it.

Off to Mozambique

2009-11-18T00:01:00.000-08:00

So I am about to pack my bags and go to Mozambique to work on books for children. I feel exceptionally lucky and am going with an NGO called Books For Kids Africa. www.booksforkidsafrica.org.Have a look if you can, it is a great website. We are off to research and see what comes out of it. I will most probably be working on a simple counting book and who knows where it will go from here...
Am managing my goodbyes and I wake in the night feeling sad about leaving the family, however I know it will be great, I will thoroughly weep in the car on the way to the airport and then immerse myself in the project.
Ok, anti mosquito cream, passport, money, books, paintbrushes...lists lists lists! For a quite chaotic person I am getting organised!

My son and his peegun...

2009-06-24T02:01:00.000-07:00

My son has a ‘Ping Gun’ well I am not sure if it is a ‘Ping gun’ or a ‘Pee gun’ it actually sounds more like the latter, so that is what I will call it.
I am a Mum who seriously never wants her child to have a gun, however my son has a gun. In truth it is a stolen pink fake hair dryer, taken from his sisters shelves. He holds it in front of his face, pulls an unfriendly grimace, and goes ‘PPPSSSHHHT’. In a marginally violent three year old kind of way.

Whilst walking through the supermarket yesterday he ‘Peegunned’ one old lady, one shop assistant and a lot of vegetables, in fact in truth he publically ‘peegunned’ the whole shop. And at one point after much loud shooting I said to him. ‘Jahli what happens when you Peegun some one?’ And he looked at me as if I was stupid and then said ‘They change colour of course!’ So since then my view of peegunning has changed.

A friend today said to me that I have to come to terms with the fact that this is what boys do, if they don’t have guns they make them out of sticks or hair dryers. However I won’t buy him a gun and never will. But for now I am happy and can cope with this fact. The colour of the world is changing due to my sons pink hair dryer, oh I mean peegun of course.

A summer evening

2009-02-03T10:04:00.000-08:00

It is a hot evening, the birds are twittering in the trees, actually about 120 birds black faced Ibises-that doesn't sound right...I regret I have been telling passing foreigners that they are Egrets, when I was informed that they were Ibises today by a woman from Hove, Uk. Today I saw a picture of Nelson Mandela covered in snow in London. (Well it was his statue) It is odd how close Europe seems online and yet its miles away!
The snow falls there and the birds twitter here...

2008-12-26T23:05:00.000-08:00

The Succulent Press, The Succulent Cafe

2008-11-23T10:47:00.002-08:00

So if you are driving through the hot Klein Karoo and you fancy a chat and a good lunch, you can visit The Succulent Cafe!

A great painter-Mike Eldridge

2008-11-23T10:47:00.001-08:00

If you get a cahnce, go to www.michaeleldridge.eu
It is a visual feast!

International World Peace day is on Sunday!

2008-09-18T00:29:00.001-07:00

My new book is coming...

2008-08-11T02:36:00.001-07:00

I am working on The Lovely Book for Amazing Mothers!!!
So any thoughts you feel like sending, do! They are welcome.

What makes me happy this morning

2008-08-11T02:32:00.000-07:00

My son shouting from his small 2 year old body 'The Moon!!! Look the Moon' and then he smiles and says 'It's my moon...' and at that point in time it is his moon.
What also makes me happy, sunshine on my face, spring, the plants that I planted slowly poking themselves through the soil.
The fact that I am alive!
x

Lehla is having an exhibition! Click below to enlarge the invite!

2008-04-16T00:34:00.000-07:00

Celebrating Amazing South African Things!

2008-04-04T02:37:00.000-07:00

After having a tooth extracted, locally in the small town where I live, I got very ill. And as a way to actually make myself better I took a drive away from my family and my work and I went up in to the Klein Karoo. Which is a little like going in to the dessert if you don't know it. Its beautiful.
I went to a labyrinthe based just out side of Barrydale. It has been built by two amazing people and out of the generosity of thier hearts they allow people to go and walk it, if you make an appointment. These two people also have a baboon rehabilitation sanctuary and a homeapathic clinic. In my opinion they are good good people.
Whilst walking around the labyrinth I could hear the baboons calling me, it was good to do it, to walk and have that space. However when I got to the middle of the labyrinth, where I was supposed to sit and meditate, I got attacked by a colony of ants, so anyone watching would have actually seen me dancing around the place. The weird thing was was that when I moved to another, ant free space, they all followed me! It made me laugh perhaps that was what I was meant to do that morning, actually laugh.

Mothers day

2008-03-18T07:36:00.000-07:00

It is soon to be mothers day here in SA.
To all the wonderful mothers out there,
have a fantastic day.

Love Lehla
x

Happiness of the Cherry Picker

2008-02-19T03:49:00.000-08:00

If you have a minute and fancy a glimpse of South Africa, family, love and happiness.
Please go to www.youtube.com and type in The Happiness of the Cherry Picker.
It is another Succulent Production from me and my family!!
x

Happy Christmas

2007-12-20T00:43:00.000-08:00

and a wonderful 2008!

with best wishes

Lehla

7th of December

2007-12-10T04:15:00.000-08:00

I think this is a lovely one to remember....

Welcome!!!

2007-12-05T05:42:00.000-08:00

Firstly thankyou so much for coming to the official Lovely Book website, I am not sure how you go here but am glad you are here! I am writing from my studio in South Africa, its a sunny day and the birds are chirping.

I picked up The Lovely Book for Wonderful Women, hot off the press yesterday in Cape Town and am pleased to say I am very proud of it!

So I shall include a pic to show you what it is all about, if you haven't seen it yet!