ENGLISH: Whose twang is it anyway?


Black South African youth – the select few who went to former model c and private schools – stand between a rock and a very hard place. Many of us, either in school or as soon as we enter the working world, discover that we are never going to be viewed through the same lens as…

BLACK? Access Denied


Cape Town was in the news for racism again. This time because the 12 Apostles Hotel restaurant Azure, tried to deny a black family a dinner reservation. In case you missed it Martina Philcox blogged about what happened when her friend Tumi Mpofu’s family tried to make a booking at Azure and once mainstream media…

Apartheid Ended, not Racism


I nearly made one of the biggest mistakes by attempting to write about race without stepping on any toes. I made attempts to be politically correct and to accommodate every person who may end up reading this post. However that is the main problem we have when we discuss race. We fail to be honest.…

The Power of the Written Word


Last week Thursday I attended the inaugural Imbawula event hosted by Random Window. As soon as I saw the poster I was super excited. They had me at “reigniting the fading art of storytelling”. I immediately thought back to nights when my sister and I would sleep with my mother and she would tell us…

Self-hatred stifles


When I was in primary school in Pretoria I discovered that there was something wrong with being a Muvenda. I think it was when I was in Grade 1 when I first heard the words “you don’t look Venda”. I was confused by it but then the boy who said it to me pointed at…

We can only mourn one case at a time


For two days in a row now I switched on my radio and listened to conversations surrounding the tragic death of Taegrin Morris. He was the four-year-old boy whose little body was dragged along the street by a moving vehicle which was speeding away from a hijacking. I shudder at the thought of his mother…

The power of one, the strength of many


The way you start a story is what determines whether your reader will continue reading it or switch off and move on to the next interesting thing. If I tell you right now that as I write this I am sitting on a plane to Durban for work and that I am in tears and…