MAGAZINE
Very few men today who have fathered children in relationships that ultimately did not work, never had to fight for access to their offspring. The child is often used as a pawn in their parents’ bitter battle and mostly as a conduit of pain for the losing party.
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In 1994, the air in South African townships was different. Even through dense grey smoke from Gogo’s Magic or Welcome Dover iron coal stove, it still felt and smelt renewed. Hope was abound in every corner; whether littered by ‘VIVA ANC’ graffiti or not.
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Late last week, as if anticipating this week’s very much coffee, muffins and sex weather, Ntsika Ngxanga member of award winning a cappella trio The Soil, released his impeccably grounded solo album.
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An astute and perceptive musician who has shared stages with a host of South Africa’s greats, Zuma captured the intimate crowd of lovers and singles gathered at the Café with his stylish delivery of a number of his own compositions, creamed by covers of local and international classics with a sprinkle of Motown’s de luxe.
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As he sat down next to me with two distinctly sweaty Castle Lager nguds in his hands, you know the type before SAB Miller engaged woke bottle designers who know how to play around with bottle colours? Ones that were purposely designed to look like Sta-Nancy the shebeen queen from Gomora?
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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.
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We are having a discussion about Reconciliation and its purpose. Derik makes his point and I understand where he comes from. He argues that if this country is originally for the so-called Africans, then what about him and his likes. He asks where they should go to because this is home to them.
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“It was a job you know? Wouldn’t you have done yours had it been yours?” He asked with his old redishly staunch eyes sharply glaring at me. Of course I would have done my job, I just did not want to give him more ammunition and approval so as to say what he did was right.
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