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/ 18 December 2007
Pity the president of the ANC Women’s League … for the sister truly reigns in troubled times. As if presiding over a government department crippled by scandal, ineptitude and general chaos wasn’t trying enough, along comes the added humiliation of being stabbed in the back by one’s own, writes Khadija Bradlow.
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/ 14 December 2007
Patience is more than a virtue for Wendy Adams — it’s what she calls her personal “street weapon”. Managing a full-time job by day and then enduring the demands of being a single mother of three children by night, she says she knows all there is to know about keeping calm no matter what the scenario, writes Khadija Bradlow.
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/ 7 December 2007
The maze of passages leading to District Court B on the first floor of the Wynberg Magistrate’s Court is dim, poorly lit and unventilated. It is mid-morning in Alexandra, a township north of Johannesburg. Just beyond the courthouse steps a throng of pedestrians weaves its way through clutters of hawkers’ stalls and food outlets. Loud music thumps from a radio inside a makeshift barber shop.
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/ 4 December 2007
‘It wasn’t me.’ And with that immortal line in mind, yet another eminent personage joins the ranks. One Mr Yengeni — the newest addition to the Society of the Dishonest Deviants. Where phrases like ”red-handed”, ”in the act” or ”hands in the cookie jar” mean nothing.
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/ 5 November 2007
If there is one certainty in turbulent times in good old Mzansi, then it’s the black male’s fascination with white balls. For such an oft-studied species, one wonders why the social anthropologists don’t include this crucial racial marker in their monographs. Yet it’s been there all along — right up there with inyama (and bringing it home), writes Khadija Bradlow.
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/ 5 November 2007
‘It’s no use — the women are in eruption. And those who have until now been simmering quietly in the backseats of the sedans are now steaming furiously …" Though DH Lawrence surely wouldn’t mind adding that bit of a modern twist to his lines, the phalanx of muftis, <i>shayks</i> and religious personages of Mayfair and Fordsburg surely would.
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/ 22 October 2007
It goes from bad to worse for the man with a salary and a woman. Not only does having a bank balance carry with it the hazard of being waylaid by a cunning female happily out to relieve you of it, but marriage just isn’t what it used to be either. All the fault of the dratted law, forever lurking around, seemingly in diabolical league with that calculating, money-hungry specimen, “the wife”.
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/ 5 September 2007
Tariq Ramadan has an abundance of labels. And for the most part, he is reluctant to dismiss any of them outright. Because to the Swiss professor and self-styled Islamic reformer, they somehow always fit. In an interview with Khadija Bradlow, Ramadan stresses the need for Muslims to engage with broader society.
I just love my “hos”. Don’t you? For those less familiar with transatlantic English, I mean “dem rump-shakin”, bling shinin’, skanky, bad-ass bitches in bikinis strutting their stuff in Snoop Dog, R Kelly and Mister X, Y or whatever’s videos. Not that I need to see the merchandise first, I’ll still get the CD.
I just love my ”hos”. Don’t you? For those less familiar with transatlantic English, I mean ”dem rump-shakin”, bling shinin’, skanky, bad-ass bitches in bikinis strutting their stuff in Snoop Dog, R Kelly and Mister X, Y or whatever’s videos. Not that I need to see the merchandise first, I’ll still get the CD.