Saturday 8th of August 2020

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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.

Review: Secret Ballot

Review: Secret Ballot

Set in the aftermath of the 2014 South African election campaign and told through five members of The Brotherhood, the show opens with The Brotherhood realising electoral victory that sees them rejoice in scenes reminiscent of serious persons in Molefi Oliphant and Danny Jordan plainly losing their marbles in Zurich as neckties and jacket buttons took flight in all sorts of directions on account of jubilance, the kind that turns grown men into children.

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.

A State Captured

A State Captured

“Why must I hide the truth when it is as blatant as the sun,” Mabulu says in response to a question about his use of sexual scenarios in depicting the political leadership of the country.

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.