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/ 12 October 2005

A career with a calling

"I love teaching and I do not think I can swap it for any profession, however well it pays," says Mavis Shongwe. After a career in teaching spanning 30 years, she is currently deputy principal at Emmangweni Primary School in Tembisa in Gauteng, where she has been teaching since 1979.

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/ 12 October 2005

Easing the burden

A government drive to standardise HIV/Aids policies in schools over the past three years has highlighted the need for schools to formalise their strategies to tackle the epidemic and its effects.

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/ 12 October 2005

Same-sex relationships are African

South Africa is the only African country in which same-sex rights are constitutionally protected. Even so, homosexuals continue to be subjected to treatment that is sometimes nothing less than brutal. Lesbians, for example, are still raped by men who want to teach them a lesson and convert them into real, heterosexual women.

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/ 12 October 2005

Real trade justice

In a little more than two months’ time, the future course of global trade and development will be shaped at a meeting of trade ministers in Hong Kong. This is when the final contours of the Doha Development Agenda, the current trade negotiations round, are likely to become clear.

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/ 12 October 2005

A tale of arrogance and ignorance

"Few people have the energy to plough through government department annual reports, whose cumbersome format, prescribed by regulation, is often less than informative. The Department of Water Affairs and Forestry, had attempted to go beyond that format to highlight key outcomes" in short "state of the sector" summaries, writes Mike Muller.

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/ 12 October 2005

It doesn’t cut both ways

”Have you cleaned behind your foreskin? Have you pulled it right back?” my mother bellowed up the stairs to my brother every evening of my childhood. I grew up aware that male genital hygiene was important — and, I’m sure, so did the neighbours, given that we lived in a terraced house with cardboard walls.