Unfortunately, I entered corporate South Africa as myself. Nobody had told me that it was better to present a shrunken version of myself. Nobody had taught me to shrink so that others could be more comfortable with my black presence. Nobody had told me to be apologetic, for… existing as black, female and not a...
Author: Nomfundo Shezi
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… Because I Am Without Postage, And Am A Stalker: Dear Mtutuzeli Matshoba
Dear Mtutuzeli Matshoba I am caught between feminism and feminine rage. I feel that I should tell you that, so that you know a little about me. It is only fair that you know at least a little, since I feel that I know you and knowmuch about you. I feel that I know you...
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What is Liberty?
Is it Spokes Mashiyane in 1953 creating music which revitalises? Is it the strong melody of his pennywhistle in a world which insists that he has no right to create? Is it him daring to create, to be excellent, anyway? Is liberty Spokes daring to stand firm in his creativity against a world which tells...
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My Father. My Loneliness.
There’s the time at 14, when my parents could no longer afford my hostel fees and the school left me at the police station for my father to fetch me; because that was school policy for when your parents had failed to fetch you on time: to abandon you further than you were already abandoned...
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Please Unsee It, Lerato Tshabalala
I struggle with the semicolon; I never quite know how to use it. And I am always trying to think back to grammar and punctuation lessons to recall just what it was that they taught me to use the semicolon for. I can never quite remember of course, and I often end up using it...