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Our Trip to Namibia 2021

Our Trip to Namibia 2021

For the last couple of days, I am updating my website and realized that I never posted about our trip to Namibia at the end of last year.

This place really left a lasting memory in my mind and I would neglect to share it with my readers.

It was my uncle’s 90th birthday, and we had a huge family celebration on my niece’s farm at Witvlei, Namibia. We traveled through Botswana and came back via Upington to watch the amazing waterfalls of Augrabies.

We haven’t seen the family in 20 years, so there were lots of catching up to do. Especially my father and uncle had a lot of special moments during the ten-day visit.

We had so much fun out on the farm and time passed to quickly. Hopefully, we can return soon to enjoy more of this beautiful country and its people.

Because of the number of photos I took, it’s not possible to upload all but hopefully this will give you a good idea of our experiences. Next time I would like to stay longer in Botswana and in Namibia to really take in the country and what they offer.

In Life, you learn to Live with Criticism.

In Life, you learn to Live with Criticism.

A Book Review: Love at War

A Book Review: Love at War

Love at War: A Love Story

By Lynelle Clark

 This is an unforgettable story of seeing love in the most unexpected places. It is a story about abduction, rape, abuse, reproductive rights and much more. It is not a book for sensitive readers. But it is a story that will haunt the reader for a very long time.

Sonia had a very hard life. She suffered some horrific ordeals. She was brutally raped and sold. But she always seemed to pull through with God by her side. God’s love was always at hand. And she accepted God’s love so strong that He could set her free and help her through her difficult times.

Sonia learned a lot in her life. Her favorite Bible theme is that there is a time for everything. There is a time to live and a time to die. There is a time to mourn and a time to be joyous. And everything we do and experience in life seems to be measured in time. This is something that we are all bound by.

Its amazing how one person’s presence in Sonia’s life can change her life for the better. But Colonel Curt McGee turned her life and love around. When they met, it was love at first sight. There was never a doubt in her mind or heart nor in his. They both knew that they would never be apart again in their lives. They were bound to each other as by a covenant.

And as time went on, Sonia was able to make decisions that would change her life forever. She would ultimately have a life that was created with God’s help and His love. What a story of redemption and love. It is life changing and deep story like no other that I have read for a very long time.

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Taking Small Bites in 2022

Taking Small Bites in 2022

Looking back at the year before, and perhaps even the year before that, challenges have come and gone. Manifesting themselves as small incidents, insignificant at first, and then astronomical as time passes. These incidents shape and mould us and at times the result is irreversible. An old saying goes— ‘it’s not about how you fall, but about how you rise’. For many of us, and truthfully, many South-Africans, this could not have been more accurate, had it been a correct mathematical answer.

But while challenges and hard times do come and go, one thing that’s cemented its foundation in me was to take small bites of any large task, or challenge. One small step will lead to another, will lead to another. This year I hope that you will take each day, an hour at a time and a minute at a time and focus, not on the end result of the mammoth task, but on the end result of the small bite that you’ve chosen to take.

With small steps, small bites and small tasks, mountains are climbed, and goals are reached. Whether your goal is to make that sale, lose that weight or paint that wall that’s been bugging you for ages. Everything we do, comes in mini bites, or very small steps—the mountain will follow naturally.

God allows us small steps and gives us the strength to overcome those small bites, to climb the large mountains day by day, minute by minute.

Each novel I write, or book I publish tells a story of real life and creates a scenario that could happen to you, as easily as it could happen to me, it’s all about the rise, not the fall. Nothing speaks quite as loudly as an inspirational story. Visit my store – there will be a book, a character or a storyline that speaks to you, calls to you from afar, urging you to take a peek.

Love at War features on this month’s website www.bookshelf.com and it tells a tale that encapsulates the very real trauma of infidelity, abortion, and abuse. While these topics are hard on the mind, the story is inspiring, heartfelt, and easy read and one that will leave you astonished.

Coming soon, I have a contemporary romance – Seisoene vir Liefde, but I’ll keep it a secret for now—patience is a virtue and, in this case, one that will pay off. The book will be published by Ns. Skrywershuis Publishing House and promises to leave your heat aflutter and keep you wondering.

Lose yourself in stories that could make a change in your life or teach a lesson you mercifully don’t have to learn in real life. A wise man said, ‘if you listen, you learn, if you speak, you’re simply repeating things you already know’.

Lose yourself this year in stories that may simply bring you joy and entertainment, or stories that make a difference in who you are, and which paths you choose to take.

Walk Gracefully the path you’ve been awarded and remember, each day is in fact a gift—savour it.

 

Yours in grace

Lynelle Clark

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•.˜”*°• Valentine’s month •°*”˜.•

•.˜”*°• Valentine’s month •°*”˜.•

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Valentine’s month •°*”˜.•°*”˜

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙♥𝚛♥𝚒♥𝚗♥𝚝♥𝚎♥𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔.
𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎.
𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 for the reader.
***𝗦𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗔𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆***
𝙾𝚛 𝚜♥𝚞♥𝚙♥𝚙♥𝚘♥𝚛♥𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎♥♥𝚋♥𝚘♥𝚘♥𝚔, 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝:
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𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤.
I’m thrilled to announce that Love at War is featured on Booksshelf.com for this Valentine month.
Happy reading.
Wie is ek? ‘n Outobiografie

Wie is ek? ‘n Outobiografie

Wie is ek? Outobiografie

 

My lewe is saamgeflansde potskerwe. Elke skerf ‘n letsel wat probeer om ‘n plek te vind in my lewenskruik.

 

My geboorte is gehul in vrae … wie is my pa? Die vraag met baie antwoorde, maar tog bring nie een vertroosting nie. En daarom die rede vir die vraag: Wie is Ek?

 

My eerste onthou begin op die vlaktes van Upington. Die gebeure voor dit, vasgelê in kiekies is net dit … Beelde. Die langbeen-dogtertjie, gehul in onskuld skugterheid wat vinnig moes leer sy is nie die middelpunt in haar familie se lewe nie. Die een wat altyd opsy moes staan, plek maak vir die ander. Die een wat buite staan en inkyk.

 

Ek is ‘n diamantkind wat nog nie werklik haar blink gevind het nie, Kimberley ‘n vae herinnering van my beginpad. Tussen Louisvale se swartklippe en Kanoneiland se klipperige rivierbank het ek die liefde vir die natuur ontdek en vind nog steeds myself daar in die stiltes.

 

Stories was die ander liefde in my lewe, so om die braaivuur waar die een oom se Cortina beter was as die ander en daar dan lekker gelag is oor hul manewalesse. Of die tannies wat met kleur en geur hul lewe geskilder het terwyl hul hare gedoen word met fyn permkrullerjies of groot krullers vasgepen in hul kop. Die chemiese geure, het my gewoonlik uitgejaag die vlaktes in en het ek nooit die einde van hul stories gehoor nie.

 

Vandag nog, onttrek ek maklik en hou myself besig – stil word en dink ‘n tydverdryf van ver paaie loop. Waar ek stories opmaak en dit herkou so op die terugpad – dit definieer my die beste.

 

My familie dink ek is slim, maar ek weet dit is nie waar nie. Daar is tye wat ek weet en tye wat ek niks weet nie. Ek is al geboelie oor my kamstige slimgeid. Eintlik is ek net gebore met baie common sense en realism, maar ek het myself ook geontslim. (Is dit ‘n woord? Miskien, miskien nie.)

 

Skryf het laat in my lewe begin. Ek moes eers ‘n paar skerwe leef voor die woorde begin vloei het. En toe die ink vloei toe wil dit nie stop nie. Soos die weduwee se kruik. Ek skryf meestal in Engels, dié is ook ‘n lang storie vir ‘n ander dag – en ook in Afrikaans – my moedertaal. Dit gee my ruimte en plek en maak my heel.

Die dag toe die ink begin vloei het my lewe in twee geskeur. Ek het my seer neergepen, deur karakters te skep wat my pyn uitleef. Dit was deurspek met die erotiese, ‘n plek van verlange en ‘n plek van soek na aanvaarding. Dit het my pad op vêr paaie gelei, seer paaie waar ek my eie naïwiteit moes erken. Later, tydens die genesingpad, het ek tot die insig gekom hoe verkeerd die afdraai was.

Die vraag wie is ek het my eendag in die gesig gestaar. Die persoon wat na my gekyk het was leweloos en onbekend. Ek was vasgeketting aan tekortkominge, dreigemente en wellus. Ek het gedink as ek dit saam met hom doen sal hy my aanvaar en het dit in my stories uitgestort tot groot konsternasie van hom.

“Jy is nie hierdie persoon nie,” moes ek dikwels hoor. “Ek sal nie toelaat dat jy dit publiseer nie.” En dit terwyl die kat in die donker geknyp word. My lewe was gehul in leuens en verskansings. Ons lewe ‘n Christelike lewe in die dag en in die nag begeer ons ‘n ander se lyf. Die wete dat hy vir ander kyk terwyl ek langs hom is het my vrouwees geskend. Daardie skerf het my lewe uitmekaar geruk en in woede verander. In die wegstap het die woede oorgesit in traak-my-nie-agtigheid. Ek was vry om te doen wat ek wou maar ek het ook seer gekry in dit. Die letsels daarvan moes ek mee deel, in die gesig kyk en myself vergewe.

Daardie woede was ‘n sluimerende monster wat dikwels uitgekom het in my skryf. Dit gee ‘n ander perspektief aan die storielyn, ‘n unieke kyk na ons feilbaarheid. Maar dit het my ook nader aan God gebring.

Skryf gee my ‘n platform om vrylik te praat, hetsy deur fiktiewe karakters of deur motiverende artikels waar ek my gedagtes vaspen en dit sin maak, juis omdat my praat baie keer deurmekaar is. In skryf onthou ek die woorde, in praat, hol dit weg van my en voel ek gewoonlik soos ‘n gek, daarom hou ek my bek.

Ek het al ‘n draai voor die radio gemaak waar ek my seer en my leer oop en bloot aan my gehoor van vyf vertel het. Dit was ‘n interessante en leersame tyd … ‘n heelword tyd.

Ek was nog altyd lief vir die wêreld om my, om te ontdek, en te leer. Dit verskyn ook in my stories. Ek geniet die samesyn van woorde wat gestring is in sinne. Ek geniet die orde wat dit bring. Dit gee elke potskerf ‘n plek, ‘n rede en ‘n doel.

Nou, tien jaar later, is die ink en my geloof die sement wat die skerwe kom opvul en maak dit die kruik mooi, een woord op ‘n slag. En die vraag word woord vir woord beantwoord in die stille ure waar ek en my pen alleen is.

Kopiereg Lynelle Clark

 

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