Cecil John Rhodes: British Empire Hitman

I have been single for about six months now. I miss him. His face, the taste of his lips still lingers but has begun to fade with time. We started talking again after four months of silence after the break up. For what reason, I am not sure.

A lot of times when we Blacks talk about the system of white supremacy, we often talk about it as something that is located somewhere far away, and not present in the things we do on a daily basis in our homes and other personal person spaces.The truth is that we are as much a part of the system of white supremacy as it is a part of us.

Racism is not about being called kaffir, nigger or monkey. It is not about bananas being thrown at you at a soccer match or being taunted with monkey sounds.

Disharmony among the ranks of male professional blacks fills the air with unease not too dissimilar to that of being black in that province with bicycle lanes and De Klerk Boulevard. Suitable places to meet women are becoming limited. For peers in their late twenties and early thirties, the appeal of clubs and bars has long lost its taste.

If your head is weaved with pubic hair taken off some old Indian woman and you wear plastic nails, hands off Mshoza, you hypocrite! The other day I found myself searching for the meaning of the word natural

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.