Free Children’s Book -The Magic Vuvuzela

OK so here is the link for The Magic Vuvuzela.

It is available on the UK Amazon site as well as Amazon.com. Download an African tale for your kids to enjoy. Ntsika looks after his little sister at home, his mother works away from home and his father gets daily work when he can. On the ever of the Golden Boot Cup his father brings him home a vuvuzela, a MAGIC VUVUZELA. he blows it on the big match day and…

Then make sure you sign up on my contacts page to receive information on your next freebie as well as the launch of my new book, Polly’s Piralympics, which will be at SKOOBS BOOK SHOP IN MONTE CASINO IN THE NEW YEAR 2017. Zulu, American, Maori, Indian, Scottish and Viking pirates all come together in their own Piralympics Games (Paralympics for pirates.)

 

Who am I – The Tsunami and me

WHY AM I WRITING THIS NOW? WELL SOMEONE ASKED ME ‘WHO ARE YOU’ WHO IS JANN THE AUTHOR?

So here goes. This is part of who I am, a very important life changing part. I mentioned in the blurb on me the Author that I was close to having been a Tsunami victim. I passed friends who I never saw again, because I wanted to be with my mum in the UK for Christmas. She had lost my father shortly before and needed me.

On Sunday morning at the crack of sparrows mum came into my room to say,

“Something terrible has happened in Sri Lanka.”

I leapt out of bead and watch the TV. I recognized Galle, the huge Michelin man holding tyres was on a 3 story building. People were clinging to the windows around his head. Some lost their grip and were sucked away. I didn’t know if they lived or died.

“Mum I have to go back.”

I picked up the phone and prayed someone would answer at the other end. My dear friend did. I told him I’d come straight back. But he said,

“NO stay there, you can do more good there. Tell people. Get their help.”

That was the start. I did just that.

Mum was brilliant of course and soon with all the donations flooding in of cloths, bedding, toys, towelling etc. Her home soon started to resemble a jumble sale in full fling.

Neighbours too were wonderful. They knew I had lived in Sri Lanka for about 8 years by then and had got involved with smaller projects I had run in my own village, high up and safely nestled in the Kandian Mountains.

But this one would be the most challenging and most rewarding.

Firstly the garage filled then the rooms in the house. Neighbours came to help us sort everything into boxes and clearly label them for when they would arrive in Sri Lanka.

“How are you going to get everything there?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I will.”

And I did.

The travel agent in Acton, London who booked my tickets to and from Sri Lanka every year offered to take whatever I managed to get together over to the Island for me free of charge – I think he may have regretted that later.

OK so I could get everything to Sri Lanka, but how was I going to get it all up to London? Again I was being watched over. A local business man in West Parley knew a lorry owner,

“He’ll take everything up to London for you free, you just need to pay the driver.”

So it was settled 3 weeks after the Tsunami had struck everything would go to London. Boxes piled up all over mum’s house, but bless her she said nothing and we carried on collecting. A neighbour two doors down offered his double garage and the completed boxes where moved in the evening when we had a bit more muscle.

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Mum’s neighbours started collecting at the McDonalds they owned. Two local schools got involved and pretty well every neighbour my parents had spoken in the days when my father was still alive and they walked their dogs around the block. I knew few of them, but everyone wanted to help.

When I had lived in London I had been a Scout leader in Greenford Scout District. Glaxo’s as they had been in my day responded to a letter I wrote to them and donated hundreds of adult and children’s toothbrushes as well as toothpaste. The Scouters in my old district rallied. Josie my best friend turned her garage into another Tsumani collection point. Half way to London friends from Hawley Golf Club too collected

“I hope this lorry’s a big one.” Thoughts now started to cross my mind.

The day came for everything to get loaded up into the lorry. The driver was brilliant, I can’t remember his mane now sadly, but he is another example of kindness I crossed and have continued to cross in my life again and again. The men in the neighbourhood came out in droves that night, it was like a well-oiled machine at work and soon the boxes were all aboard and mum’s house empty.

“Be careful.” Mum kissed me and I was away. Travelling in the lorry up to London. We collected the Golf Club donation on the way, then Josie’s house where Scouters gathered to help.

“How are you going to load all this load on to the container?” Lou asked.

Hmm hadn’t thought of that.

“Hang on a giff.” She was on her phone. “Ok they’ll meet us in Acton. Better get going then hadn’t we.”

As we arrived in Acton, it seemed that half of Greenford had turned up and a few hours later the container was full. And I mean literally full. I’ll never know who the guy who loaded that last box was. He just wandered up and said we looked like we could do with some help, what was it all for? Sri Lanka. He spent 4 hours helping us and then just walked away.

The driver Graham too was brilliant. He refused to be paid. Once he had learnt that I was a Scout leader he told of happy days scouting as a boy.

“Just get me a breakfast, I’m starving,”

It was then well into the afternoon and he still had to drive back down South.

Too many un-named fabulous people, some I will never know the names of, and some whose names I have unfortunately forgotten. They all helped to change my life and lead to where I am now. An author

I look back now and a lump starts to form in my throat again, as it has done many hundreds of times before, at the sheer generosity of folk, material and time, without them all I could never have done it.

Why am I writing about this now? I suppose because the tears have finally dried up and I can, and of course because someone asked me WHO I AM?

 

FREE BOOK

The Magic Vuvuzela – KINDLE VERSION ONLY

Available Free 7th and 8th October. Sign up on my contacts page for details.

or email me janspicssa@gmail.com.

Ntsika lives in a poor village in South Africa. He longs to see South Africa play in the opening game of the Golden Boot Cup. On the eve of the game his father comes home with a magic Vuvuzela. Whilst watching the opening match Ntsika blows his magic vuvuzela and is transported to the match…

Aimed at 6-9 year olds

St Benedict’s Author Day

Bennies Bopp-new-cover-for-webpageys ROCK!

I have just had the most awesome day at St Benedict’s, Bedfordview, South Africa, with their Grade 3 boys. I gave an interactive presentation on what it is to be an Author and the processes involved from the initial idea to pen to print.

The boys were AMAZING. They answered all my questions as well as added to the answers I thought I already knew. We chatted about an authors tools, processes in writing, spider diagrams, illustrations, editing, proof reading, printing, distribution, and where to buys books.

Raised hand and lots of answers were the order of the day. Plus it was refreshing to learn that they are encouraged at the school to write a book themselves, KUDOS – St Benedict’s. Great to see so much enthusiasm from these lads, in a school which obviously encourages the imagination in their pupils as well as their creativity.

I had the most inspired day and couldn’t wait to blog about it.

Thank you so much for having me at your School and keep ’em peeled for my free kindle book coming out this FRIDAY 7th and SATURDAY 8th OCTOBER. – THE MAGIC VUVUZELA.

 

Back to School at St Benedict’s

Yes today I feel like I’m 10 years old again.

This morning I will be chatting to Bennies Boys in Bedfordview, South Africa about what it is to be an Author and my new book Polly’s Piralympics. We will also chat about and why its not cool to bully someone with a disability.

Yes 10 years old again, oh how I wish. But I’m off to school to give a talk about that it is to be an Author and also to look at my new book Polly’s Piralympics (Paralympics for Pirates.) Why I wrote it and the importance of talking about disabilities with young people so that it does not become an issue for bullying.

As I said earlier I feel like I am 10 years old. I have butterflies in my stomach but the nerves are always good, it makes me edgy and alert for the questions the Grade 3’s will launch at me, and believe you me, they do.

Yes I have done this before, but his time it is that little bit more special as it is around my new book and an area I feel strongly about.

I believe we all have disabilities/weaknesses – can’t dance, can’t sing, can’t cook, can’t ride a bicycle, can’t run 100m as fast as Hussain Bolt. Its just, well some are more obvious than others, one arm, no legs, one eye, and then there’s the harder ones to see until the person talks, a stutter, being deaf, being blind.

Kids can be very cruel at school and my book and the subject of my talk today is to try to make them aware that even though they may seem ‘normal‘ we all have that weakness, and if we bully someone else, when others find out our weakness they will bully us too.

So I cant wait to meet with the Grade 3’s today and will no boubt blog later about my day, so follow me and watch this space… ttfn

 

#StBenedictsBedfordviewSouthAfrica, #Polly’sPiralympics, #BoysLiketoWriteBooksToo, #WeKnowAllAbouttheParalympics,

 

The Story is always still in the book (girls like pirates too)

Crew Mate Belle’s grandma contacted me on her progress with Polly’s Piralympics. Previously she had been reading Polly’s Piralympics on Crew Mate Belle’s weekly visits to stay with her. Belle had even started reading some of the words herself.

“She read nothing this week.”

“Oh.” I was puzzled.

But soon found out why. There had been a concert at school that Crew Mate Belle had taken part in. It had finished, after 8pm, which is pretty late for a six year old who still has to get home etc., etc..

“So I gave her the choice, as the play finished late, she could either come home with me as she usually does on a Wednesday, or go home (Which was in fact closer.)”

But what about my book? Your house.”

“Well unfortunately the drive was just too much after such a long day and she fell asleep in the car, was carried into bed and that was that.”

Never mind little Belle, that is the most amazing thing about books. They can wait. They are always there tomorrow, bulging with their characters and story line. And I am sure that Polly the parrot will be there puffing up her chest and spraying out her feathers when she sees you open the pages of Polly’s Piralympics next.

#girlslikepiratestoo, #disabledbooksforkids, #treasureislandandpollyparrot, #multiculturalbooksforkids, #piratebooks.

 

Beat the Bully

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