Sphelele Khumalo

Sitting With Mgqumeni at the Mountain Tops of Nquthu

When I grew up, I never had much time with books, not that there were any lying around at home, unattended and less loved but simply because I grew up in a home and rural place wherein seeing a book was extremely rare.

Kanya Cekeshe and the False Spell of Freedom

Five years ago, I relocated to Cape Town for academic purposes. The city serves as the central exhibition of whiteness and all its western uncultured culture. Western culture is grounded in oppression, racism, patriarchy, homophobia, sadism and anti-black exploitation. When I arrived, it was whiteness all over the place

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