<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Posts on Adele du Plessis</title><link>https://adeleduplessis.net/posts/</link><description>Recent content in Posts on Adele du Plessis</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2022 00:25:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://adeleduplessis.net/posts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jean and I</title><link>https://adeleduplessis.net/jean-and-i/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2022 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://adeleduplessis.net/jean-and-i/</guid><description>&lt;p>We committed to one another in 1989. Both were entrenched in the rat race and decided to get out, do something more meaningful. Both had interests in spirituality, albeit diverse. Jean had been studying yogi philosophy and religions since he was a teenager. I had dabbled in a variety of new age things. We made a cencerted effort to increase our efforts in finding our truth.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>One morning at about 2, sipping coffee in Hillbrow, the neighbourhood that is the heart of inner-city of Johannesburg, we discovered that young girls and women sleep rough on the streets. We learned from them their brothers are in shelters, but there ae no shelters in the country for so-called “street children” of the female gender. While the boys had food and schooling, the girls resorted to survival prostitution and many were under “protection” of pimp-boyfriends.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Memories</title><link>https://adeleduplessis.net/memories/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2022 13:45:26 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://adeleduplessis.net/memories/</guid><description>&lt;p>Some memories from around the world where we worked and lived.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>