Acid Drops And Pineapple Rock

We are all children of circumstance, born into a society that demands we conform to a system created by its cultural and social values. It doesn't work for everyone. In fact it doesn't really work for anyone since life is one big compromise; we respond to the greatest pressure at any one time. We all try to seek a balance between personal fulfilment, work, family and bank balance. Few of us truly succeed.

This dilemma, told in a unique, often humorous way, forms the framework for the story while other more dynamic and complex themes are introduced as the tale progresses. Set during the transitional period that marked the end of the apartheid era and Mandela's rise to power, Acid Drops & Pineapple Rock is the story of a young, British family deciding that family harmony will be achieved by quitting the fast lane in favour of change - a sea change. Set in South Africa's Mother City, Cape Town, our family soon has to come to terms with the realisation that their values do not transport nearly so easily as they do. Expectations must be modified and adjustments made.

...Nomthandazo did not hear the feet approaching. She was far away. She was in her new home in Mandela Park, with her first born in her arms. Nor did she hear the door open but she did feel the first blow that fell upon her. It was a savage blow from a powerful arm. It was a blow that glanced off the side of her head and came to rest with great force on her left clavicle; the bone shattered. She screamed. A sheet of white light, with a cutting edge of steel, scythed through her brain; her world spun furiously around and within her.

Nomthandazo felt her insides reel and heave and fear gripped her as she instinctively raised both of her arms above her head to shield herself from the blows that now rained down upon her. And she screamed. Oh, how she screamed. It was the scream of a mother for her unborn child. But no one heard her. Nomthandazo was beyond being heard. Another blow fell upon her - and another, and she flew forwards from the old, comfortable chair in which she sat at this time of day. She heard the voices now but could not distinguish the words. The blows continued to fall and she felt sharp pains in her sides.

She knew that she was being dragged by her feet but couldn't quite make out what was happening around her; her world now stood motionless, as if caught in time - a snapshot, like those in her magazines.

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