In the heart of the bustling city, where the neon lights danced and the streets buzzed with life, there stood a weathered hostel, a refuge for those who sought solace amidst the chaos. It was here that I found myself, a stranger in a sea of transient souls, seeking shelter from the storm of life. […]
Read more "SHADOWS IN THE CITY"In the heart of a bustling city, where the echoes of footsteps danced with the rhythm of life, there lived a man named Gabriel. Gabriel was a sculptor, known for his intricate works that seemed to breathe life into stone and clay. But beneath his artist’s façade lay a secret burden that weighed heavily upon […]
Read more "IT’S UNDER MY SKIN BUT OUT OF MY HANDS"Following the reported land grabbings in Zimbabwe by the ruling Zanu PF party, South Africa has its own version of land appropriation in the name of ancestral rights. In truth, the majority of the land grabs in the north of the country are attributed to migrants from other regions in Africa, like Mozambique. These are […]
Read more "The Hazy Diary | CHAPTER FOUR : PART 1"Setting off early, I drive all day and my leg is cramping on the accelerator. Feeling now quite jaded, I wind down my window in the hope that the fresh air will revive me but a swarm of bees pelts my windscreen, forcing me to close the window again. It is too late as one […]
Read more "The Hazy Diary | CHAPTER THREE"The night is calm with a warm breeze stirring dust devils in the parched soil, forcing litter in its path to take flight and casting it into the night. Newly installed power lines bring much needed electricity to the surrounding townships and the now enormous electric oasis shimmers in the distance as the ground releases its […]
Read more "The Hazy Diary | CHAPTER TWO"Thousands of supporters line the route from Paarl, where Mandela was imprisoned in a small house within Victor Verster prison, to where thousands more gather at the Grand Parade in front of City Hall. Cape Town is a kaleidoscope of colour, with people of all ethnicities sporting brightly coloured t-shirts and caps and waving banners […]
Read more "The Hazy Diary | CHAPTER ONE : Part 3"Mandela is to be released from prison, and the South African government has been toying with the words ‘civil uprising’ in the lead up to the event. Anxiety saps them of the brute strength that once governed a formidable force in the eyes of the international community, and with increasing pressure, the decision to release […]
Read more "The Hazy Diary | Chapter One : Part 2"“I never left South Africa; I left its people.” Walt Campbell Malawi is a good man. If this is his real name, I am not sure, as he may have changed it to appease the ignorance of the Umlungu, who find it too bothersome to pronounce his African name. I do know however, that he […]
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