Seeing The Point Of Living In Sea Point

This comes to you from a cafe deep in the heart of Sea Point. Thirty-four of the thirty-nine people here are the same colour...

Don’t Tell Me Ubuntu Nonsense In An Africa With No Respect...

A few years ago I walked into an internet café at the corner of Harare’s Samora Machel Avenue and Julius Nyerere Way. The place...

My Mother Was Dead

My mother lay on her back on her kitchen floor. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was almost open, as if she had been...

Cashless Society

(written on 1 August 2006, upon the slashing of six zeroes from Zimbabwe’s bearer cheque currency) Smoking halos of zeroes Ascend from the torched pile of...

Tea Break

Staring out the window as people popple and froth over the paved streets, She begins to create a vortex in her creamy coffee, Her arm whirling...

Collapse

Something unhinges, loosens, falls, rattling across the floor of my mind; a rusting screw scuttling like an echo in a hallway tingling, ringing metal cold against nerves that try to hold together what is no longer Whole.

A Walking Tour of Oxford

For the entire six years of my high school education, I thought I wanted to be an architect. I have always been fascinated by buildings,...

Editorial: Life Irritates Art

I like to consider myself a creative person. On any given day, I could be writing, playing music or taking photographs. Freedom is a rare...
Crusaders

Christian Fanaticism in the Age of the Wristband

As the Bible tells it, Jesus and his disciples went up to a village in Samaria to preach. Jesus sent messengers ahead of him,...

The Skirt

It was a Saturday in April, 2010. I put on an old skirt. White with pink flowers and silver sequins on the border. When I...

Creativity and the African Child

Years ago, probably in 1998 at the now defunct Southern Africa Film and TV Market (Sithengi), the Ethiopian filmmaker, Haile Gerima, spoke of how...

Take It On The Gin

Gin. How many other words can you say legibly when your lips are comatose caterpillars? But this is about drinking, not drunks - the...
Tormented Soul

In Search of a Tormented Soul

When I walk through the gates, I expect the armed policeman stationed in the guard box to stop me, or the plain-clothed guy in...

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