Category: Conversations

“I will not cry…I will not cry” Says Sinah, or Grapes – as her family called her. I call her Auntie. An elderly coloured lady who has become more of an emotional presence, than person I know. She says this as she uses my jersey to wipe her tears. Inhaling deeply to summon back the...

I’m anxious about what Auntie is about to tell me. The story of how she ended up living on the street, she had said. I’m anxious not just about the story but also because of the fact that I’m already late for my own farewell dinner. A farewell that I’m dreading because, at the end of...

This is a black Cinderella story, which is amazing because we need to tell our own stories. Salute to Chevelin illustrators from Haiti who are doing a phenomenal job. Chevelin illustration is an haitian art studio and comics publisher, dedicated to drawing and sequential art. Established in 2012 in Haiti, Chevelin illustration is both a...

One day, one day… I remember Stones were soft, red knees shining stoeps bright like Sunbeam Cobra’s sliding across shiny kitchen floors. When old timers rode sticks and grannies sniffed Taxi’s We pushed Ferrari bricks and lived in mud mansions. Dusting of soles so that North Stars shine forever. Before I had her FB profile...

It’s December holidays and as with every year, I’m at my mother’s house in Mohlakeng. It’s a medium sized kasie (slang for township) house 45 minutes outside Jo’burg. It’s around midday and I’m sitting outside the house on the pavement with my 9yr old nephew and his friends. They are telling me what they want...