Tuesday 21st of January 2020

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Soweto Gentlemen

Soweto Gentlemen

The guy at the street corner has always been problematic. I don’t mind people standing at the corner if that’s what they want to do with their time, but can they let me walk home in peace. Brothers at the street corner are known to be fond of trying to chat to every girl that walks past them.

The Coloured Question

The Coloured Question

The Coloured Question is not new in our public discourse.There is an interesting story of how Richard Dudley of the Unity Movement dealt with this question when former President Mandela asked him to help the ANC secure the”coloured vote” in the 1994 election.

A Black Man Can’t Be Patriarchal

A Black Man Can’t Be Patriarchal

Our behaviour, as finished products of colonisation is the work of slave-containing mimicry exhibited in how we interact with our women - a learned consciousness falsifying trait from the white male colonizer, and a hater and oppressor of his own woman.

Please Return After Your Funeral

Please Return After Your Funeral

I found myself in a state hospital because my pretty fancy ass doesn’t have medical aid anymore. See, state hospitals are set up in a way that when you are a Metropolitan English Twanging Educat like myself, you do not even feel the slightest inclination to “check in” and let known to your social network community that you were at Ngwelezane Hospital.

Sex and Spices

Sex and Spices

I couldn’t control myself, I felt dizzy with desire. All sexy thoughts ran through my head and I wondered whether such joy ever lasts. I let go of her. She lay there with her eyes closed, slightly biting her lip as if envisioning what was to follow. Her dress, just above her smooth golden brown thighs.

Ugly

Ugly

“The thought of dating you makes me want to throw up” said a pretty classmate in high school. Then there was the beautiful girl I secretly asked out to the matric dance. After she rejected me, I thought the story would remain between us, but she made sure to tell my classmates and I became the laughing stock of the whole standard. I cried. I sobbed my sorrows to sleep.

Loss

Loss

“It’s a lie; I know it’s a lie! He can’t die, he is too kind hearted to leave, too young to ascend to heaven, and he hasn’t even started pursuing his dreams. No! It’s a lie!” as I yell frantically to no one in particular.