I remember seeing glimpses of the 1984 Olympics coverage on our new colour Television wondering why our country wasn’t there?

Or why we couldn’t watch Clive Rice or Graham Pollock play a test against the Windies — the best cricket team in the world at the time.

Soon I learned that we had long-running sanctions imposed on our country.

It wasn’t just non-ecomomic sanctions.

This might sound contrarian.

And most likely will kick the hornet’s nest, but like an inquisitive schoolboy I’m prepared for the sting.

In the malaise of wokeness I’ve come to wonder if mental-health has become trendy?

I never comment on newspaper opinion pieces or columns.

I barely reply to tweets.

I think it’s the pressure in opening yourself up to a world of pain.

Once you don the proverbial commentary gloves and casually throw a jab or joust you have to be prepared to take whatever comes swinging back your way.

It’s like street fighting. Anything goes.

I’m reluctant to lean in on this. Every man and his dog has had a jab and jibe.
Mostly barks. The twittersphere is in complete meltdown.
Lee Stroebel is removing him from his popular book The Case for Faith.

I recently stumbled across the movie Sound of Metal.

If you haven’t seen it, do.

Misleading as the title may seem, it’s not about head-banging and delving down into coarse throat singing while hitting high octanes only a cat in distress is capable of doing.

At first sight, Carl’s story isn’t unique.

Breaking news erupted over his infidelity, but I think distraction, not lust, is the real story.

I’ve always been a firm believer in hearing the other side. I might not agree with the presuppositions of my opposites, but I’m willing to at least listen. This willingness has nothing to do with tolerance,

If you’ve ever leaped into the world of investing, as I have, you would’ve surely come across the infamous quote by the ‘Oracle of Omaha’, Warren Buffet, “Be Fearful When Others Are Greedy and Greedy When Others Are Fearful”.

Here’s the thing, I didn’t want to write this article, but it felt like a child tugging at my shirt in a crowded supermarket, to pay attention to its incessant demands or else. Not any random child, mind you, but one I gave birth to in the form of this analogy. After all, doesn’t everybody want to be heard?

When the Titanic left the Harland & Wollf shipyard in Belfast and entered the choppy Irish sea for the first time on 2, April 1912, Thomas Andrew, the chief naval architect, had no doubt in his mind it would pass its trials and be declared seaworthy. After all, rumours were floating around for months before its arrival in Southampton that it was the ship that was unsinkable.

I remember years ago watching a TV documentary about the notorious serial killer Ted Bundy. It was an interview on death row an hour before he was to be executed.

Everybody loves to dream big and let their mind wander to the fantastic. In my opinion, somewhat generalised, there seems to be a distinction between a man and a woman’s idea of fantasy.

For most young adults, growing up in the church presents a shared fear of being single. I believe this feeling is more intense than for those who likely never I Never Kissed Dating Goodbye grew up in the church.

I recently read an article in the Guardian about a journalist who set himself a challenge of not reading any headlines in the news for a month. The notion of whether it would make him feel better about the world?

I don’t Netflix and Chill, however, I do enjoy the slow immersion of podcasts. I auto-subscribe to a checkerboard diet to level up my health, wealth, and wisdom like it’s some superpower.

I’m a sucker for factual programs. One thing I love to do is watch British documentaries. I think they have the whole investigative reporter style and nuances down pat.

The first response always given when something terrible happens to someone is: Why? Why me? Why now? Why not him or her? Why on earth? Why, why, why?