Best of the Net nominated essay: “Secrets”
So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me in deep, imaginative and raw
ways. A cut from you was a project. Thinking of you, staring at...
The mulatto
I’ll leave the pain for tomorrow. Won’t
even think about it until tomorrow. That is, if tomorrow ever comes. So, I walk
in the present, barefoot,...
Research into gender-bias and class, the Khoi, the grief of the mulatto
Other races in South Africa see us as clowns. They have always seen us
as clowns or interlopers and whose fault is that? Again, and...
South African gang film Four Corners
We are being erased into the background as if we are extras on a film
set. We must begin to communicate the threads of the...
The young Northern Areas survivor of the aftermath of the forced removals
The first scene represents a family is sitting around a table, early
morning that has the remnants of a breakfast meal on it. It is...
Ellis’ American Psycho versus Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart
The Dutch poet Joop Bersee, has been gifted confidante to me, selfless
mentor, and I’ve have come to the beliefs, the norms, the value of...
I went to a Model C school in post-apartheid South Africa and only survived for a year
When it
comes to the issues of eating disorders, which is the topic I am addressing
today. Topics such as anorexia nervosa and bulimia.
The
question for me...
Kevin Carter belongs to everyone
I hope you
have the sun. I long for the sun today. Yes, I’m thinking of you. You and
moonlight. You and tenderness. How you express...
The class distinction between Ezra Pound’s Alba and Bessie Head’s Maru
But the air
is growing cold. As cold as the angst of beginners. I am not that scholarship
girl in chapters and parts. I keep on...
Mental health: Sexuality and the multi-polar state of love and trust
I love you in a space and time like no other. You are older. I am
younger. Does it matter? I dress for you. I...