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/ 30 September 2011
It’s futile to categorise the relationship black women have with their hair.
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/ 19 September 2011
In an ideal world, we would have thought monitors to curb the spread of foot-in-mouth disease.
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/ 11 September 2011
I’ve never understood why so many seemingly composed white people I know take anti-depressants and see therapists.
I have never understood nor supported the obsession that Africans have with Christianity, a religion that came about through coercion.
I’ve never met a white person who will admit that his or her parents were accomplices to and beneficiaries of apartheid.
While millions of South Africans were heeding the calls of the IEC, <b>Milisuthando Bongela</b> caught up with friends.
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/ 10 September 2010
I can’t condone the gross injustice of SA’s past, but I can finally relate to how and why the majority of white people carried on with their lives.
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/ 3 September 2010
On Friday last week I logged on to Twitter and was surprised to find that Glenn Agliotti (@GlennAgliotti) is now tweeting.
I was recently immersed in the rare but miraculous atmosphere of the Tri-Nations in which blacks and whites were in each other’s faces.
Should we be surprised then when a child actively imposes her race on others when she is not provoked? asks <b>Milisuthando Bongela</b>
A few months ago, I signed up to Twitter, not entirely convinced of its difference to Facebook.I did it because it might be good for me as a writer.
I haven’t been forced to think about the significance of Women’s Day since my activist days at university, until now.
It’s no great observation that our lives are governed by the need for instant gratification.
How is it that Africans from elsewhere are fleeing South Africa when, less than a month ago, a million people were enjoying the World Cup?
Did anybody else notice President Jacob Zuma’s passive demeanour during and after the final match of the World Cup last Sunday?
It seems it’s okay for a lot of urban and peri-urban black people to eat badly in the name of culture., writes <b>Milisuthando Bongela</b>.
I try not to be affected by 21st-century cognitive fatigue, but I don’t really have a choice in this distracted environment in which I live and work.
As I stood in awe in the grounds of the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, and thought to myself, some people have made the most out of life.
If you are a black guy who enjoys hissing sexually charged nothings at black women in public spaces, then I’m surprised that you are reading this.
The cynic in me has been muzzled by the sound of vuvuzelas and I am running for president of the Association of People Most Proud to be South African.
The only thing missing from the atmosphere in Soweto after the Bulls/Stormers rugby match in Orlando was <em>Nantsi’ingonyama bakithi baba</em>.
Is the world becoming a better place when a man is angered that two Malawian men have been jailed for celebrating their love for each other?
<b>Milisuthando Bongela</b> is shocked by an ingredient on the back of a Woolies meal packet, that goes by the name of kaffir lime.
A trendy residential development is playing a catalytic role in the influx of artists into Johannesburg’s city centre.