As a young mother with two toddlers she needed to gain financial independence in a strange new country where she knew no one. One day she walked past a boutique with leather handbags that inspired her
1974 – Durban – South Africa
The palm trees that lined the boulevard on Durban’s Marine Parade brought back memories of her childhood. She had been an avid collector of picture postcards of tropical plants. Being born in the northern hemisphere must have been a mistake, because for as long as she could remember she had had a longing for a warm almost tropical climate.
“Hermien hurry up”
Jan’s irritated tone swiftly took her out of her daydreaming. Her husband hailed a taxi that would take him to the harbor where the oil tanker that he was to join as the first officer was docked.
Her little boy of three sulked from sadness. His father had given him his uniform cap and he wouldn’t part with it. The troubled toddler was both sad and angry that his Daddy was going away. His elder sister very advanced for a five-year old, showed great empathy by holding his hand. She needed to be careful, since she could already pick up her mother’s depressed mood by showing concern.
“Come, daddy needs to go. He will be back soon.” She whispered, not knowing how soon that would be.
An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient Davi
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
