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STATEMENT ISSUED MUTO PROPRIO DISMISSING THE ‘BUSYNESS EQUALS DISINTEREST’ IDEOLOGY

Posted on May 26, 2015July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

There’s a matter of national importance that threatens the harmonious relations between the sexes which neither NAHAB (National Association of Husbands AndBoyfriends), PLOW (Pulane Leftist Organisation of Wankers), MAN (Menenist Activists Network) nor any of the organisations that purport to represent men have addressed. As with everything that men overlook, it falls on to the Deputy Boyfriends to…

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Crossing The I’s And Dotting The T’s

Posted on March 11, 2015July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

There’s a certain inherent beauty in mistakes. I had asked a small favour of her; upon which she delivered with a disturbing level of enthusiasm. Disturbing because I had asked her so casually and admittedly in bad faith – I hadn’t expected her to agree to the request, never mind deliver on it. To be honest I was just…

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Chilled Vibes

Posted on October 15, 2014July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

“Why we even here?” She asked callously as the applause died down. The guitar rested on her lap looked a bit oversized for her body. In fact one could not be chided for mistaking the whole affair for an amusing child’s tomfoolery with an adult’s instrument. She fixed her gaze on the audience as she…

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Call Me Father

Posted on August 18, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

It had never occurred to me that I would be yanked out of a hall full of admirers in the middle of a talk. These young students had flooded my timeline and inbox for months on end daring me to ignore their call, finally I had run out of excuses and succumbed to their summons….

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Waar Is Hy?

Posted on July 20, 2014July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

As he approached his house he saw a young man sneaking out with what looked to be his laptop bag. “He wena!” He shouted, “jou fucken moer!” The young man made a run for it, he immediately started chasing. And was closing in quickly. The heavy bag on the young man’s back was compromising his…

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Open Letter To Earth: S’feleni?

Posted on June 16, 2014March 15, 2022 by Mpho Matsitle

“School’s out,” I scribble on the log book, as I have for the past 38 years. When I first wrote the story, I was very excited. We had done something great. Our generation, mere school kids, we sparked a revolution for the entire country. The continent even. But the Adjudicators won’t accept this. Apparently its…

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Love Letter #1

Posted on February 12, 2014July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Dearest, What I don’t get is why I should be beholden by my love for you when that very love is not my doing or at my accord. As if this was not bad enough now I have also burdened you with this love that you neither asked for nor aroused. We are both caught…

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