They call it Black Wednesday. It was about the light;The light of words thatReveal the truthAnd spark conversations,Inked by the pens of journalists,Imprinted in newspapers,Flowing in the blood of Biko. Did he really die in[…]
It’s April in South Africa. The changes that sweep through naturally in Autumn are a sharp contrast to the changes that swept through our country – rather unnaturally – that April, 26 years ago. Like[…]
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This week, our country was held to ransom by the ANC. They are the ruling party after all. The masses voted them into power. And amidst all their rhetoric in recent years, they forgot about[…]
I am utterly disappointed. A recent visit to a Durban-based home affairs office proved to be a rude awakening about government priorities. I will not state where this office is, simply because I had no[…]
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[…]
