Fred Khumalo

An excerpt from ‘Crossing the River’ telling of homesick Nozizwe travelling with her aunt and mother, after her sister is killed, to catch up with her father with whom they have…

Fred Khumalo’s contribution to Niq Mhlongo’s ‘Joburg Noir’ opens with a scene of five gangsters chilling around a braai

There is good reason to keep the human element at the heart of our school curriculum, writes Fred Khumalo.

Race still defines our social classes, and remains the elephant in the room, writes Fred Khumalo.

The war in Angola was disrupting Jean-Yves Ollivier’s life, so he took steps to put an end to it.

Local women are banding together to combat the prejudice they and their Nigerian husbands face.

Hawkers, mamas, mourners and pilgrims have sparked a brisk trade outside his Houghton house.

Fred Khumalo has proudly evolved from dinosaur to blogger. He shares some insights into the blogosphere that he discovered at the recent Highway Africa conference at Rhodes…

Suresh Roberts’ latest book falls flat on its face and becomes an angry racial, ideological, personal invective against those who might have crossed the president’s path, writes…

Fred Khumalo reminisces about the good old days of typewriters and wonders he should bow to pressure to start his own blog. <

The proposed amendments to the Film and Publications Act have created an impression, and justifiably so, that government is trying to sneak censorship in through the back door,…

The very fact that some have perceived the song De la Rey to be an incitement of Afrikaners to wage war against the current regime, is indicative of the paranoia that still…

Fred Khumalo takes us back to the days when a journalist could expect a hiding for working for the ‘wrong’ Zulu newspaper at the wrong time. He tracks the development of Zulu…