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Lest we forget: Grand histories are built on personal stories
Lest we forget: Grand histories are built on personal stories
I don’t know what it is about going home to rural Tyeni in the Eastern Cape that compels me to record every morsel of life unfolding. Notebooks...
A snapshot of our everydays
A snapshot of our everydays
When she initially catches my attention, her packages are on the pavement, sitting on either side of her legs as if she is taking a break after a...
​They say if you really love something, let it go
​They say if you really love something, let it go
When I stop eating meat seven weeks ago, it is not because of grand ideological reasoning. No weight-related motivation. No pressure from vegans or...
The cloying discomfort of the middle
The cloying discomfort of the middle
To what end is everything that constitutes the ways in which we spend our time? If 85% of my time is taken up with churning stories into the...
Spoonfuls of raw meat and ‘stubborn gladness’
Spoonfuls of raw meat and ‘stubborn gladness’
On the day Donald Trump was announced as the president elect of the United States, my response was to imagine the last time I felt truly carefree....
Living your best life while your country burns
Living your best life while your country burns
On the day I found out that Shaeera Kalla was shot, Busisiwe Seabe was stun-grenaded and Benjamin Lesedi Phehla was fatally run over, I received a...
Searching for beauty that makes you feel alive
Searching for beauty that makes you feel alive
When I sat down to write this week, my attention was focused on the subject of beauty. Not physical or glamorous beauty, but the sometimes...
A moment of truth as two worlds collide
A moment of truth as two worlds collide
A car guard in a tattered luminous-green reflective vest runs to my car as I begin to park it on Owl Street in Milpark. He is a veteran who knows...
It's all about perspective — shifting my gaze to find meaning in the mundane
It's all about perspective — shifting my gaze to find meaning in the mundane
As I was making my way to work one morning last week, I had a vision of fresh vegetables leaving the earth, my hands dusting the black soil from...
How we remember and respect our inner child
How we remember and respect our inner child
When I was a child, my grandmother would take me to the neighbourhood supermarket, known to everyone as Kwa-George (pronounced kwaJohji), that...
Why I cherish my inconvenient friendships
Why I cherish my inconvenient friendships
I have a surprise for you when we get home.”
Miss me with the two-ply toilet paper life
Miss me with the two-ply toilet paper life
I’ve noticed something peculiar in at least three homes I have visited in the past month, something I quite like: where the...

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