Back at work after Easter break 
Thokozile sighs, not ready yet and 
I laugh, glad to be back, searching for 
Information and enjoying my lovely 
snow queen work station 
I explain my theory of the privilege we 
have to complain while we’re sure of a 
job never having to wake up in the pain 
of unemployment or feeling hungry unless 
we’re dieting of course – a self-inflicted 
suffering making us virtuous paragons 
of sacrifice for comely appearance
I tell her we even have all the security guards 
to talk to when we’re lonely, that we ENJOY 
complaining about imaginary deprivation - 
we cheerfully accept the responsibility for 
enunciating about so-called difficulties 
and she agrees, it IS fun to be here 
Dr Joyce and Winston both admonish me to 
publish one day, but I explain a publisher must 
make a profit to make it a viable proposition – they 
don’t understand because all their writings in an 
African language are published immediately as 
part a project to promote these, I smile, for
Me - writing is about freedom of expression and 
leaving a legacy, hoping someday people might 
read about the Department of Arts and Culture 
where we forged a new way of life and sought 
the way forward in post-apartheid South Africa
I send information about the new Dutch singing 
sensation to all my colleagues and enjoy their 
surprise when learning this little girl with South 
African roots sings like Maria Callas – 
What a wonderful day - to be alive in the office 
to enjoy some more delightful pain…
[Tuesday 22 April 2014]
[ORIGINAL:]
Diary Notes: Happy Suffering 
Back at work after Easter break 
my colleague sighs she’s not ready yet
I laugh because I’m glad to be back
searching for information and enjoying 
my lovely snow queen work station 
I explain my theory of the privilege we 
have to complain while we’re sure of a 
job and never have to wake up in the 
pain of unemployment or feeling hungry 
unless we’re dieting of course – which is 
another self-inflicted suffering for the 
privileged which makes us into virtuous 
paragons of sacrifice for appearance
I tell Thokozile that we even have all the 
security guards to talk to when we’re lonely, 
that we ENJOY complaining about imaginary 
deprivations, that we cheerfully accept the 
responsibility for enunciating about so-called 
difficulties and she agrees, it IS fun to be here 
in the office – then I meet Dr Joyce and Winston
 
Both admonishing me to publish one day, I explain 
a publisher must make a profit to make it a viable 
proposition – they don’t understand at all because their 
writings in African languages are published as part 
of a project to promote these  - I smile, for me writing
 
is about enjoying freedom of expression and leaving 
a legacy, hoping someday people might read about 
the Department of Arts and Culture where we forged 
a new way of life and sought the way forward - then 
I send information about the new Dutch singing 
sensation to all my colleagues and enjoy their 
surprise about a little girl with South African 
roots singing like Maria Callas – 
What a wonderful day to be alive in the office to 
enjoy some more happy suffering…
[Tuesday 22 April 2014]
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