Every morning, from way back when, I wake up with a song playing in my head. I have come to call it Pina ya Seporofeto. This morning “Bogolo Jwa BoModimo” as rendered by the St John’s Brass Band Choir was revealed to me. Itself not a strange occurrence, it is after all one my favourite …
There lay two socks together. Two socks, not a pair of. No – far from it. One sock, long almost as if a stocking, was a dull pink with shades of wear and tear. Especially around the heel. There the pink had faded to a translucent off-white. Which today looked like a stained white. For …
This one of Asiphe ALWAYS demanded more of life; I guess when life inevitably failed to come up to her level, a parting of ways was the only option left. For she is now no more about this life. I first met her early 2012, on my first assignment at PwC, she was a senior …
These thoughts were first presented at “Deputy Boyfriends & The Sex Revolution: A Debate” hosted by the CUT Debate Society on the 10th of May 2017 at the Central University of Technology (Bloemfontein). They were later refined for presentation at TEDxYouth@Kingsway on the 20th of December 2017 in Maseru. Herein is that latter presentation in …
It’s a chilly night. He knew it’d be chilly even though it is still February, and he told her as much. But none of the jackets matched with her outfit, decided on weeks ago, so she dared not interfere with decisions made early and sober. So she ignored his warnings. It was summer. She was …
Two am. We all had a bit of wine – oops! I mean the blood of Jesus. His body too; just for control. The hymn – #211 Sioneng – sung during the three hour-long Holy Communion service. Actually just one verse of the hymn is sung. Slowly, deliberately, I daresay lethargically. There will be …
What people don’t know about me (except, of course, the four +1 who wished me a happy birthday) is that I am a hater on the outside and a groupie on the inside. No, fuckturd, I am not confessing to being a hypocrite. What I mean is, when I am outside, I hate (call it …