They chased the moon. Hand in hand. Sweaty hands squeaking against each other. But never letting go. Tightly clasped. Like white and milk. Two inseparable friends. Except when there’s chocolate involved. Or strawberry. Bubble-gum even. These three tend to break up this pure friendship, in the guise of sweetening things up. Why does anyone need…
Speed Dating: A Temporary Inconvenience
How does it happen that four of my top six Mosa Gwangwa songs, (Kgomo, Shebeen, Diphororo, and Flowers of the Nation) are from one album, Flowers of the Nation, one from Kukude (iHome Brew), and only one from A Temporary Inconvenience (the title track) yet it is the later album that I regard the best?…
Bogolo Jwa BoModimo
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…
Two Socks in a Pod
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…
BO-I-TUMELO: For Asiphe, mgan’am…
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…
Deputy Boyfriends: Save Our Sex
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…
Rooftop Bioscope
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…