We see the beautiful red saris, But let us not forget the blood of martyrs. It’s not a stain. It’s a sacrifice to be saluted. We hear the bangles dance on the hands of women,[…]
Month: Jan 2018
It's not a road race: live and let live
One message read. Three friends dead. Spine-chilling. Seeing this billboard hanging a few metres overhead before Umhlanga’s Millennium Bridge in Durban, was unnerving. We are creatures of technology and so many of us have, at[…]
Going straw-less
Sipping on a fancy drink, with a colourful plastic straw, while sitting at a beach-side restaurant looks very appealing. It’s an image that’s sure to attract the love button on social media. But, that straw[…]
To strap or not to strap?
It’s always important to find the middle ground. That’s the best advice the experts give in any situation. But, as I have mentioned previously, I don’t consider myself an expert in any field. I see[…]
Untitled
I think it’s time I try, It’s where this love affair began, after all. But what if I have forgotten? What if it doesn’t flow? I know there’s no formula, It doesn’t have to rhyme,[…]
Published!
Yesterday, my open letter to the matric class of 2017 was published in the Pietermaritzburg-based The Witness newspaper in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. I’m a former SABC radio journalist and spent over 15 years on air.[…]
Dirty Days
I had a dirty weekend. I didn’t have a bath until I needed to. Correction, not bath, shower. A bath is a luxury I have long ago forgotten about. Yes, the drought calls for desperate[…]
Changing hate, changing fate
Race. We are a nation obsessed with race. We pull the race card too quickly. Instead of celebrating matriculants who excelled, many have chosen to make it about race. I have seen a flood of[…]
To South Africa's matric class of 2017
As the hype over the new year begins to fade, there’s another hype that goes into overdrive, unnecessarily. Matric results. This is an open letter to the matric class of 2017, and one that I[…]