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I can’t quite put my finger on it, when my first introduction to game meat was. Growing up I remember we ate a fair amount of ostrich when I was in high school.

Flying in and out of Cape Town for university, I would always make sure I make a stop at the kiosk near the boarding gates to purchase some game biltong. Almost everyone I meet is a little taken aback and confused by my choice to not eat meat (beef, mutton, goat to be specific). However, most just get used to the idea or brush it off as a personal health/life choice I made.

My husband has a friend, who used to go hunting and made his own biltong and often we would get a nice consignment (the perks of affiliation). I won’t lie though, there were times I wondered if they weren’t trying to feed me beef on the sly. That reminds me of the time my husband tried to pass off ox-liver for chicken livers when he fed me breakfast during my pregnancy. I took a few bites and realised that the consistency was not of chicken livers, even if they weren’t cooked well.

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Stop the children killing madness!

The incident comes on the heels of a similar one where a father murdered his two toddlers in Francistown. As we grapple with the shock and sorrow of this loss, it is essential to address the underlying issues that led to such a horrific outcome.Our hearts go out to the innocent victims, the three boys aged 13, 10, and eight who lost their lives in circumstances that defy comprehension. Their deep cuts and untimely demise have left a scar on the...

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