You Probably Love A Man That Hates You, Worst Of All Is That You Both Don’t Know. In the previous article I put in front you an opportunity to see hate in a different light. A kind of hate we are not accustomed to yet very familiar with it, we live and experience it daily...
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Generation Gaps, The Catch-Up Game …
Even from the very beginning, if you are religious, Eve deceived Adam and yet here we are centuries later and men are still chasing after women like the first apple ended well for us. Nothing has changed really. Since then we’ve been through the industrialisation, The great depression, two world wars and the cold war...
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The Race Is Toughest Before Its End …
Being a teacher gives me the privilege to witness human behaviour at close range. It is a humbling experience and sometimes has me wishing myself super powers to prevent the young people in my charge to disappear down life’s rabbit holes, but I have come to see that despite my deepest desires, there is little...
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You Probably Love A Man That Hates You, Worst Of All Is You Both Don’t Know. (Part 1)
It is possible and it may be happening right now in your relationship even if you were woken up this morning by a text from him. He may have even gone on one knee a few months ago, and you agreed. Maybe when you take a look at the mirror you can hardly recognize yourself. ...
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Wits Fees Must Fall a Revolutionary Cry …
So the year is 2015. I remember back in 2002 when I started my University education my tuition cost just under R13 000 for my Bachelor of Arts degree., excluding of course other needs like textbooks, lunch, and travel costs. By the time I did my Honours degree in 2005 I paid about R15000, excluding...
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Social Media and the Black Identity …
History has made being black into a ‘thing’. A polarising existence that seems to be perpetually at odds, to be defended, to be questioned, to be probed and to be constantly (self)aware all the while wrapped up in stereotypes. The black body has long served as a canvas on which some of the darkest moments of human existence...
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There Is A Market Where I Traded My Black …
There is this market In my township, there is this market (Although more the township next to my township) I go there some Saturdays, To pretend to think to pretend to write to pretend to be hip (I go to eat overpriced but oh so worth it (is that a paradox?) white cheddar sandwiches…) The...
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Sex Like I Do …
I am not particularly good at sex **** I don’t have to tell you that I am an introvert. I don’t have to tell you that I am reserved, that I am awkward, for, you either already know it, or you will discover it or simply will never get it. So when I mention it...
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Standing On The Bridge (Part 3)
I and she had never met in real life. We had no common friends, I tried in vain to track her down. But there was nothing but silence. I played our conversation over and over again in my head. Trying to find her again in the words, this stranger who had trusted me with her...
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Standing On The Bridge (Part 2)
I remember trying to summon everything that I had ever heard, read, seen or been told about depression. Heck, as we spoke I was straight up Googling stuff. But, very quickly, all of that fell away. It hit me that there was nothing I could learn quickly enough for it to have any impact on...