Cecil John Rhodes: British Empire Hitman

The real reasons, as everyone in that house knew, were that my uncle was a gangster and a known tsotsi, with many enemies, and she couldn’t or wouldn’t trust him to bring me back in one piece. My gran’s place was where we spent our school holidays, my parents having moved to Swaziland (now called Eswatini), shortly after the birth of my older brother.

This here is a unique playlist of some good poetry records to help you push through, at least, for another 45 minutes of this world saving, life altering, lock down.

Our Mother and Fathers in The World of Spirits hallowed be your names let your memory come to us and our offspring let your good will be done here on earth as it is done in the world of spirits give us this day our daily resolve and fortitude to live and never forsake our life's commitment to the liberation of our race, the Black race

As we commemorate AZANLA Day, we take this opportunity to remind all cadres to never see the access to this extremely limited welfare as the end of the liberation struggle. We should hasten to develop our own projects to entrench our self-reliance and safeguard our political independence.

Just as in the case of the Marikana Uprising, one of the things that the outbreak of the Corona Virus has laid bare is the nauseating detachment, ignorance, cowardice and downright cruelty of Black people (like me), who are strangely classified as middle class. Something that some euphemistically describe as 'Black privilege'.