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Dinika Govender

Dinika Govender

    Déjà blues in New Orleans
    Déjà blues in New Orleans
    Roughly three years ago, I joined a group of friends for a road trip to the Western Cape town of McGregor. Friends and acquaintances who did not...
    Storyteller began his journey on a ‘dark, dark night’
    Storyteller began his journey on a ‘dark, dark night’
    Botswana storyteller Tanlume Enyatseng is becoming himself, and he will not have it any other way.
    Learn to self-care in a selfless way
    Learn to self-care in a selfless way
    “Are you feeling better now?” she asked.
    Search for ‘good food’ is karma
    Search for ‘good food’ is karma
    My first memory of okra is from my childhood on a Saturday night in Fordsburg Square, Johannesburg.
    ‘On Photography’ revisited
    ‘On Photography’ revisited
    In his song Emotionless, Drake says: “I know a girl whose one goal was to visit Rome/ Then she finally got to Rome/ And all she did was...
    On companies and scandal
    On companies and scandal
    Is it me, or are we facing a national integrity crisis? KPMG SA, Steinhoff, Enterprise and Rainbow Chicken, state capture, #TotalShutDown. Dare I...
    Coolie Woman and me
    Coolie Woman and me
    Sugarcane has always been a part of my story. Fruit, vegetables and a few hundred gods, too.
    ​Walking among unicorns
    ​Walking among unicorns
    The City of San Francisco is not big. It is roughly 12km long, and the same wide. Data from the 2016 census tells us that it is home to about...
    A lens on a portfolio review
    A lens on a portfolio review
    ‘Whoa.” It is an exhalation collectively released by photographers Reatile Moalusi, Kgomotso Neto Tleane as they enter the New Museum on New...
    When tapas tap your wallet dry
    When tapas tap your wallet dry
    On a recent trip to Cape Town, a friend and fellow food lover called to invite me to explore a newish Indian restaurant in town.
    SA’s heartiest holes in the wall
    SA’s heartiest holes in the wall
    There are two instructive proverbs among my (Indian South African) people about eating out: “Do not pay restaurant prices to eat what you or your...
    When pudding is no trifling matter
    When pudding is no trifling matter
    My first memory of trifle pudding is one of an eat-and-run mission. It was during the height of Visiting Season — the “Festive Season” to...