I’ve battled to survive with a roof over my head…so how did the old vagrant stay alive by living in the bushes in my road during winter?
I wonder how Knysna still stands with the majority unemployed?
I’m unable to comprehend how the masses of poor (so far) can look down, from their nearby hills, at the thousands of large houses and cars without succumbing to debilitating depression or overwhelming anger?
How do people live in such a small town but, after years, have never visited what they can see opposite them, whether it’s a Khayalethu resident walking on the beach at Brenton-on-Lake or a Leisure Isle dweller visiting Concordia?
How do businesses run at a loss for the past 3 years and then collapse only to be met by public surprise?
How do the majority of Chinese shop owners manage to run their businesses without an attempt to learn English?
How much does that women in the chicken shop earn? How many kids does she have? Is she single? Does she have HIV?
How many wire curios does that man sell on the pavement outside The Oyster Catcher?
What futures do the youth of Knysna have to choose from?
Why is the DA “white” and the ANC “black”? Why is to question them an evil or righteousness according to the colour of your skin…or the colour of whom you ask?
What colour is the heart of our politicians who live in a world so separate to the one i, and the public, live in? How do they live with themselves? Weren’t they just like us until they got elected?
Why do the public have to submit a CV for a job but politicians don’t?
She lost her Ward but became Mayor Georlene Wolmarans?
How does Knysna Municipality run with continuous spokes in the wheels and sand in the gears?
Why is Knysna Tourism, the Knysna Tourism Board and CEO Shaun van Eck incapable of public relations in their own town?
Why do they (and most) use the term “Knysna Lagoon” when it’s an Estuary.
Why are we the Oyster town when we import them from Port Elizabeth?
Why does right and wrong not count more than what you can get away with?
What is going to be done about the scary, growing crime?
How many are asking questions just like me?
Why do the public have such strong opinions and complaints that are so weak they will do nothing about them?
Why do i feel depressed today? That one i can answer with above and more…
I can also answer why i live here – i’m deeply in love with the prettiest town in South Africa!