I watched a white farmer celebrated on national television last week by the minister of Rural Develoment and Land Reform Mr Gugile Nkwinti. Why? Well, he gave 50% shareholding to the farm workers. In his interview, feeling elated, the white farmer said, "The Answer Is 50/50”.

Complete denial. (Often as a defense mechanism when the word privilege is brought up) People completely deny the existence of one of the most important societal structures today. Acknowledging that privilege exists is the stepping stone to tackling and dismantling the concept.

As it does every year, Heritage Day came and went. Traditional (South) African outfits and food flooded my timelines as it does every year. Everyone was “united” in their little middle-class bubbles as they usually are. Headwraps and champagne seem to make a wonderful combination, especially when matched to a designer bag or two. I will not even talk about the fictitious joke that is “Braai Day”.

Dismayed by his wife’s progressive ideologies whose effects have begun showing in his S’khothane son, Tau’s father further fears his son may just grow up to abandon his culture and values altogether. As he enquires from Tau what kind of man wears floral shirts and shiny red shoes, he equally resolves it is perhaps time his son became and assumed responsibilities of a man.

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.

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.

“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.

“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.