A Sjambok, a belt and an axe
You are fifty four years old There are tears, still many tears You tell your story in IsiXhosa Your daughter […]
You are fifty four years old There are tears, still many tears You tell your story in IsiXhosa Your daughter […]
My plumbline of how old I am is my granddaughter. She is two years old, and I spend a fair […]
Are you out of your mind? It’s 3.30am in the morning and you want to do what? ‘Bath you, mam.’ […]
In the late 60s and early 70s in South Africa, there was rock n roll, curfews and banned books. The […]
Photo by v2osk on Unsplash My day began with a quick google search, like all creatives. Both a distraction and […]
I spent this morning reading a small book suggesting online magazines I could write for. There was a lot of […]