I've realised something about myself. I'm no astrologist or weatherman, but I do have an ability, a gift if you will, to discern weather patterns and their meanings.
It goes like this:
Grade 7, maths test day. The skies are sunny, no clouds anywhere. Then as we get dropped off for school, it starts. Winds rise and howl. In fact, a whirl wind dances across the soccer field, and I know, I just now something's amiss. I failed my test that day...
Two days before my 16th birthday, all is well in Dicksonville, but again, things go pear-shaped when we're hit by a vicious pelting of hail and our garden looks like the desolation of Sodom and Gomorrah, without the body count of course.
There's been others, strange weather anomalies that have pissed on many a Viv parade, but I won't entertain you with the details, some are rather private affairs.
So this brings me to the globally sensational trial of Oscar Pistorious. The families are present, journalists and cameramen are scurrying everywhere, the world is watching. Yes Oscar, they are watching you!
Now I'm not one for judging others, I don't roll that way, but there are key questions in this trial that will need to be answered.
What happened that fateful night? What will be revealed from the cell phones? What evidence is there to support the notion that there was an intruder in the house? Where did he find that cricket bat?
So I'm not saying anything more about this, but isn't it telling that the day that this trial starts, the heavens open and our city is flooded? If there is God in Heaven, perhaps these are the tears of sorrow, of regret or remorse for the pending outcome?
Like I said, I'm no weatherman, but in my experience, erratic weather patterns are a sign. Watch this space...