Slice of Life

 
Slice of Life: Unwittingly in my dad’s footsteps
Slice of Life: Unwittingly in my dad’s footsteps
When I was growing up, my dad didn’t want us to watch television. Because he thought that, if you watch television, it would influence us in the...
‘Only at 40 did I start to rise’
‘Only at 40 did I start to rise’
High school English teachers always have something to mark.
Slice Of Life: Find a purpose in faith
Slice Of Life: Find a purpose in faith
My parents told me this story about a talk they once heard. The person giving the talk was asked when they embraced Islam and they told the story...
Slice of Life: Cyril, he’s a man of the people
Slice of Life: Cyril, he’s a man of the people
I’ve been a driver for 15 years. I started in 2002 because I wanted to travel.
Slice of Life: Last time I was in Soweto I was shot
Slice of Life: Last time I was in Soweto I was shot
They took my car by the church in Rockville in 1995. In the morning, I was doing a feeding scheme for the poor and, when I finished, I went to the...
Slice of life: A labour of love – and victory
Slice of life: A labour of love – and victory
I was very nervous. I had never been at the Commission for Conciliation, Mediation and Arbitration (CCMA) representing workers. I’ve always been...
Slice of Life: When ink is more than skin deep
Slice of Life: When ink is more than skin deep
The composition was clumsy. The placement was unflattering. 
Slice of Life: If at first you don’t succeed
Slice of Life: If at first you don’t succeed
I’ve been working on getting my degree in accounting sciences at Wits for six years now. This degree was only supposed to take me three years....
Slice of Life: The harsh light shines on purpose
Slice of Life: The harsh light shines on purpose
I used to work at the University of Cape Town as one of the support staff. Transformation was always important to me, so I joined our staff...
Slice of life: Making tea with love
Slice of life: Making tea with love
“Palesa! Make me tea.” The water in the kettle begins to boil as Palesa prepares to make Mkhulu his favourite tea. She slowly pours milk into...
Slice of life: ‘If I can put a bit of colour’
Slice of life: ‘If I can put a bit of colour’
A spotted pink suitcase with a hairline crack makes its way by bus from Randburg to Beitbridge, and then through Zimbabwe to Mozambique. From...
Slice of Life: Transcending sorrow through music
Slice of Life: Transcending sorrow through music
My dad was poisoned when I was one years old. He was soldier in the underground — an uMkhonto we Sizwe soldier — and was basically...

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