Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Susie Harriet Stevens
Dear Friends,
The funeral of Stacey-Lee Wilkinson will take place
at 11am on Tuesday 9 March
at St Charles Catholic Church (The Lemon Squeezer)
35 Road No. 3,Victory Park, Johannesburg
We request that you come to celebrate her life in glorious colour, not black.
Instead of flowers please send donations to the ‘Door of Hope Children’s Mission’ at http://www.facebook.com/l/a1027;www.holeinthewall.org.za/donations.htm
Please pass on these details to all who knew and loved her.
With thanks from her family.
The funeral of Stacey-Lee Wilkinson will take place
at 11am on Tuesday 9 March
at St Charles Catholic Church (The Lemon Squeezer)
35 Road No. 3,Victory Park, Johannesburg
We request that you come to celebrate her life in glorious colour, not black.
Instead of flowers please send donations to the ‘Door of Hope Children’s Mission’ at http://www.facebook.com/l/
Please pass on these details to all who knew and loved her.
With thanks from her family.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Susie Harriet Stevens
Susie
Dear Friends,
Dear Friends,
The funeral of Stacey-Lee will take place
on Tuesday 9 March
at
St Charles Catholic Church (lemon squeezer church)
corner 3rd Avenue and Road
3 Victory Park
JHB
We request that you come to celebrate her life in glorious colour, not black. Please pass these details to all who knew and loved her.
With thanks from her family
on Tuesday 9 March
at
St Charles Catholic Church (lemon squeezer church)
corner 3rd Avenue and Road
3 Victory Park
JHB
We request that you come to celebrate her life in glorious colour, not black. Please pass these details to all who knew and loved her.
With thanks from her family
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Adam Tikly to Demian
It's unreal Demian. I'm so sad and gutted, but for you it must be heartbreaking. I'm feeling or you.
Susie Harriet Stevens
Hi
I'm Stacey's sister, Susie. Thank you for your blog.
It breaks my heart it is so beautiful.
xS
I'm Stacey's sister, Susie. Thank you for your blog.
It breaks my heart it is so beautiful.
xS
Demian Krige
So miff.
To be honest looking through these photos feels the same.
It is so strange to me, because we where very close but I had not actually seen her in maybe 5 years. All just IM and email. And now that has stopped, but if feels so distant and removed.
So so strange.
To be honest looking through these photos feels the same.
It is so strange to me, because we where very close but I had not actually seen her in maybe 5 years. All just IM and email. And now that has stopped, but if feels so distant and removed.
So so strange.
Demian Krige
http://www.facebook.com/demiankrige?ref=nf
Stacey Lee died this weekend. I loved you and we were best friends for more than 20 years.
Danielle Vinokur
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=772906257&ref=ts
R.I.P stacey lee wilkinson - my moon faced girl child - i love u.......u will be sorely missed my lovely.............................................
Thembi Skosana
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=642202125&ref=nf
My gorgeous Stacey-lee... Gone so soon. We said we'd be friends till the very end and we still are, now that you're gone... I have such beautiful memories of us that I want to thank you for. You are my sunshine! My heart is so broken, Lee... I want to see you again. I love you so much. May you rest in peace!
Joburg - A World Class "African" City
Posted by Steven Brimelow
My friend Stacey Lee Wilkinson died in a car accident on Friday night. According to the scant information through one friend and the other, the car she was traveling in was hit by a Minibus taxi at the intersection of Barry Hertzog and Empire Roads.
I drove through that intersection on my way back home tonight. It's 2km's from my house. There's a lot of construction going on for the Rea Vaya bus rapid transit system which they're trying to get ready for the 2010 World Cup.
It's a major intersection in Johannesburg, well known by everyone, yet for the last 6 months or so, because of construction, the traffic lights have been out of order.
During daylight hours the intersection is manned by private pointsmen, from a South African insurance company, not by Johannesburg municipal workers, a private insurance company. At night it's deserted and dark. There are no warnings about the lights being out of order.
When I drove through the intersection tonight, coming back from spending a day filming in the poverty of Katlehong, a black township in the East of Joburg, with my colleagues from Tokyo, we saw the flattened pole where the accident occurred, and the broken glass from an accident that killed my friend. My colleagues were shocked that such a thing could have happened, that such a major intersection could be left so unsafe. And they asked me what kind of recourse the family have, because clearly this was unbelievable
I thought about the monthly utility and rates bills I get from the town council, bills that cost about the same as minimum wage here in SA, which most residents in Katlehong would be unable to pay. On the top left corner is the Joburg Logo, and the catchphrase - "Joburg a world class African city."
I thought about the lawlessness of taxi's in this country, I thought about how close to my house Stacey had been when she was killed, and how we'd missed each other in London and not hooked up since she came back to SA, hadn't seen each other for about 6 years, yet here 2 k's from my house, she'd died a death that in a world class city, under the same cirumstances, would really never have been.
And I felt bitter and sad and caustic about this, I still do. Every five minutes I see Stacey in my mind. Throughout the nineties and early 2000's in my circle of friends, she was always there. I guess I'm just coming to terms with everything, and I know I'm bitter, but one thing's for sure, Johannesburg, by world class, is just another African City.
And it makes me sad, because this is the country I love, the continent I treasure and the city I come home to. But it's a sad and unforgiving place.
What's done is done, and bitching won't bring her back, but I feel so horribly numb.
My friend Stacey Lee Wilkinson died in a car accident on Friday night. According to the scant information through one friend and the other, the car she was traveling in was hit by a Minibus taxi at the intersection of Barry Hertzog and Empire Roads.
I drove through that intersection on my way back home tonight. It's 2km's from my house. There's a lot of construction going on for the Rea Vaya bus rapid transit system which they're trying to get ready for the 2010 World Cup.
It's a major intersection in Johannesburg, well known by everyone, yet for the last 6 months or so, because of construction, the traffic lights have been out of order.
During daylight hours the intersection is manned by private pointsmen, from a South African insurance company, not by Johannesburg municipal workers, a private insurance company. At night it's deserted and dark. There are no warnings about the lights being out of order.
When I drove through the intersection tonight, coming back from spending a day filming in the poverty of Katlehong, a black township in the East of Joburg, with my colleagues from Tokyo, we saw the flattened pole where the accident occurred, and the broken glass from an accident that killed my friend. My colleagues were shocked that such a thing could have happened, that such a major intersection could be left so unsafe. And they asked me what kind of recourse the family have, because clearly this was unbelievable
I thought about the monthly utility and rates bills I get from the town council, bills that cost about the same as minimum wage here in SA, which most residents in Katlehong would be unable to pay. On the top left corner is the Joburg Logo, and the catchphrase - "Joburg a world class African city."
I thought about the lawlessness of taxi's in this country, I thought about how close to my house Stacey had been when she was killed, and how we'd missed each other in London and not hooked up since she came back to SA, hadn't seen each other for about 6 years, yet here 2 k's from my house, she'd died a death that in a world class city, under the same cirumstances, would really never have been.
And I felt bitter and sad and caustic about this, I still do. Every five minutes I see Stacey in my mind. Throughout the nineties and early 2000's in my circle of friends, she was always there. I guess I'm just coming to terms with everything, and I know I'm bitter, but one thing's for sure, Johannesburg, by world class, is just another African City.
And it makes me sad, because this is the country I love, the continent I treasure and the city I come home to. But it's a sad and unforgiving place.
What's done is done, and bitching won't bring her back, but I feel so horribly numb.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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R.I.P Stacey
I saw her at a random party in London we only spoke for a short amount of time. Hope your soul is soaring to new heights...