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Zukiswa Wanner

Zukiswa Wanner

    A letter to my Xhosa fathers and brothers
    A letter to my Xhosa fathers and brothers
    In 2010 before the World Cup, I and nine other writers travelled to eKoloni for four days to donate books and talk literature with the audience, a...
    It takes a village to end illiteracy
    It takes a village to end illiteracy
    I learnt to write more or less at the same time that I learnt to read. My writing and reading teacher was my maternal grandfather. He would write...
    We’re complicit in our own exploitation
    We’re complicit in our own exploitation
    Ever since I moved to Kenya, each year another horror story comes out about an East African citizen abused and sometimes killed while working in...
    Snapshots of a living poem
    Snapshots of a living poem
    Some hours after ringing in the new year, I received a message from a friend. The poet and friend to many writers of my generation, Professor...
    The house of stone: A parable
    The house of stone: A parable
    In 1980, after a protracted war of liberation, a nation was born in the southern part of the African continent. It was christened Zimbabwe as a nod...
    Some are more valid than others
    Some are more valid than others
    Two countries. Some true stories. During the recent Supreme Court hearing about the elections in Kenya, the lawyers for the electoral commission’s main piece of evidence on why the election should not have been declared null and void was a video of John Kerry stating that the...
    Another country, another tear-gassing
    Another country, another tear-gassing
    Writer Sisonke Msimang moved to Kenya as a child in the early 1980s. She writes of that Kenya in her newly released, insightful memoir, Always...
    When I cry, you cry. We cry together
    When I cry, you cry. We cry together
    All my best friendships I can recall have always been marked by tears. And that is not a bad thing.
    We need our own Nobel and an academy
    We need our own Nobel and an academy
    It is almost six years since I moved to Kenya. And every September for a few days before the announcement of the literature laureate there is an...
    Writing’s on the wall for parochial SA publishers
    Writing’s on the wall for parochial SA publishers
    As a writer published in South Africa, I work in an insane industry.
    Three countries. Three heartbreaks. One week
    Three countries. Three heartbreaks. One week
    More than once, I have had this feeling that I live on a continent that harbours a deep hatred for those of my gender. And if I was lulled for a...
    Comic relief in petitions and re-election contests
    Comic relief in petitions and re-election contests
    I was wrong in my last column, “Electoral cynicism and the curse of nane nane” (August 17). Raila Odinga’s opposition National Super Alliance...