In January, I turned 30. Three-zero. Three decades… From now on, I will raise my hands along with other 30somethings. I’m that much closer to being referred to as ‘of a certain age’. Weird things started coming to mind: The drama series, called 30something, that flighted when I was young… Those people would be my peers now, whereas back then, they were...
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Colour of Happiness …
‘Actually,’ Thami stated matter-of-factly, ‘I’d much rather cry in the back of a Rolls Royce Phantom than in the back of a Toyota Tazz, thank you very much,’ while smiling smugly and using her French-manicured fingertips to push the fringe of her Brazilian weave out of her face. We had spent the afternoon watching a...
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So You Think You’re Modern?
I there, you look kinda familiar, I swear we’ve met before, though I’m not quite sure where. Hmmm, let me think… An ‘AHA’ moment intervenes: you’re Jacob hey, we met kuphi-kuphi? “Actually, I’m Mojalefa now.” “Mojalefa? Oh, I see.” Nou die laas you were Jacob, and now you’re suddenly Mojalefa. Oh, OK. I’ll bet that you...
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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...
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Live Every Moment Like its Your Last …
You know the cliché ‘live every moment as if it’s your last’? Well what if it’s not a cliché, what if it’s the truth. Because you know what, it is. Stru. Life seriously is that short. Today you’re awake and blessed and tomorrow? Well, you’re still awake and blessed, but just in a different kind of world and total separate mind space. So why not celebrate life as often as...
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Conversation with Loyiso Madinga
Q:What do you do for a living? I’m a comedian, writer, struggling actor and dreamer. Q:What is like to be a man in the modern day South Africa? To be a man in modern day South Africa is to be a man in any place during any era where men have existed. It is to...
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We Are The Neglected Generation
We are the neglected generation. We are a generation born to seekers. We are a generation born to the wrong people at the wrong time; born to people who wanted the sort of ‘more’ which maternity and paternity simply could not afford, could not provide. We are born to parents who wanted careers, who wanted...
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Last Nights Party …
Flirtation has always been a challenge for me, and yet I’ve never been the shy type. I was the kid who sang a special rendition of Brenda Fassie’s Weekend Special to impress my mother’s visitors. I was the one who would show the uncool kids the latest dance move. And yet on the other hand,...
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Change Is Real And Growing Up Ain’t For Kids …
A lot has happened in the past few months. The year is almost half way through and I’m proud to say that I’ve checked off two items on my list. Oh forgive me for being rude, apologies for my silence like I said a lot has been happening. Over the past month, I’ve come to...
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1976 – A Country Re-Imagined (End)
I was pulled down into a crouching position in the dark passage as the crowd chanted past, down the street. I fought off the hands that held me. I looked at the person; he let out a white teethed smile in the dark. It was Themba. He was also a messenger. We had, sort of,...