I used to run around my house with long pieces of material covering my hair; pretending I was a princess with long flowing locks. Cute for a seven-year-old, not so cute for a 13-year-old.

Ariel, Cinderella, Belle, Sleeping Beauty – I pretended to be them all. Putting on an American accent and striding around in those plastic little princess shoes you can now buy for R24.99 at Shoprite. I was a little madam that believed in a world of colour and happy endings. My imagination gave me imaginary...

What are the odds of fish actually falling from the sky?. The chances of a pig flying? A cow jumping over the moon? Yeah, I thought so. Largely Impossible.

How sad. Our society is one that doesn’t believe that ANYTHING EVERYTHING is possible. If someone told you that a cow jumped over the moon you’d chalk it up to a gullibility prank. What you wouldn’t do is flash a grimace of ...