scribbles & t'ings
So today I find out that my phone automatically stores WhatsApp picture and video statuses in some hidden folder. This I see while backing up my phone on the work PC. Now some of these pictures are very much NSFW – coz some of my peeps are very…uhm…liberated with their bodies. As a general rule…
At some point we must find the liver to admit that, though they may (euphemism for definitely) not be doing it for us, we dicked darkies appreciate the effort black women put in to look beautiful. This strikes one as yet another trap song rushes from the speakers to find masochist ears to abuse….
Of course our lives are not so banal as to keep churning out the same devilry on our nocturnal walks. No; far from it. In fact, one could point to innumerable occasions where walking was a safe, uneventful exercise. The latter criterion however we cannot meet on the occasion of this past Saturday; hence the…
Dear Mayor Ma’am, I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Mpho Matsitle, a resident – tenant – at Antoinette building on Cromwell Street. This letter is co-signed by Morena Moabi, also a tenant at Mimosa Court on Short Street. We – him and I – consider ourselves neighbours, amongst other things. And…
Mondy my nigga! I am listening here to Zim’s “Usizi Emnqamlezweni”, making plans for the Easter Weekend, and I am hit by this beauty of a man! Y’know; the one thing that got me about the movie Kalushi is the banality of it all – especially the time they spent in the refugee camp. Life…
“HAGARA! HAGARA!” My Zdena disturbed my peace this morning. For no reason at all but to do just that. She achieved as much too – not out of any skill of her own (in reality she doesn’t have much in her arsenal for such a feat); but because of her structural positionality. Which of course I built…
It all starts with an inquisitive child, eyes wide open, head tilted forward, right on the edge of the frame. The problem with children – or at least mine own biggest problem with them – is that they always ask the difficult questions. It is no surprise that in some of our cultures children are…