by Hannes Wessels A year after I was born, in 1957, The Gold Coast became Ghana and the first country in Africa to acquire independence from Great Britain. Three years later, in February 1960, British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan addressed the South African Parliament in Cape Town and famously declared: “The wind of change […]
by Hannes Wessels (WARNING – GRAPHIC IMAGERY) With the world convulsed by the hysteria generated by the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement I came away from my recent meeting with Colonel Lionel Dyck mulling the prevailing madness. Something wildly ironic about a white, former Rhodesian, then Zimbabwean Army officer, talking in sombre but selfless terms about […]
by Hannes Wessels For someone living in South Africa, watching as we march inexorably towards the cliff from which we will be compelled to leap into an economic abyss, there doesn’t seem to be a lot to cheer about these days; and finding relief in sport, laughter and the good cheer of the pub seems […]
by Hannes Wessels I probably wouldn’t be getting involved in this sorry saga were it not for the fact that Dr John Pridgeon, is one of my closest, oldest and dearest friends who I hold in the highest regard. John’s late brother Geoff, a doctor too, was also a good friend and hugely respected […]
by Hannes Wessels A few days ago I watched graphic images of the burning down of the Beit Hall at Plumtree School. A beautiful old building built at considerable cost over 100 years ago by early Rhodesian settlers, through which future generations, involving hundreds of thousands of boys of all races have passed on their […]
by Hannes Wessels Many years ago, at the height of the Zimbabwe land invasions, I raised the issue of British responsibility for the ongoing tragedy with other concerned individuals and victims of the violence. I was mindful of the fact that in 1923 Southern Rhodesia Settlers (“SRS”), through their representative, the ‘Governor In Council’, were […]
by Hannes Wessels ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’. This old adage is something I remember from my earliest childhood and in the world that I grew up in it was a way of life. Being half-Afrikaner, did not stop me laughing at my lot; I was brought […]
by Hannes Wessels The title of this book should not have been ‘Rude,’ but ‘Bloody Rude’, because it is; but it is also bloody funny and it is also sad, but never a dull moment and extremely enlightening. She writes as she appears to live life; with a swagger; being brutally blunt; obnoxious; dishing it […]
by Hannes Wessels In times of tumult, when events are unfolding fast, I have a method for gauging current issues. I don’t enjoy doing it, but I go to the MSM (mainstream media) and hold my nose. I have a look at the BBC, Sky News and CNN. I also have a quick squiz at […]
by Hannes Wessels Barrie Duckworth may have shot more elephant than any man alive today. It is a part of his life that he does not regret, nor does he want to talk about it. One of the last of that illustrious band of wild white-hunters, he has lived on the edge in tough places […]
