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Easter Note

Dear Reader, On this Good Friday, I find my sentences splintered, as if the words themselves refuse to hold each other, refuse to make a[…]

A Boy from the Country Nobody Has Heard Of

When I look back now, I realise there is little chance I would have learnt the English language well enough to shape my thoughts into[…]

Johannesburg, Mid-Autumn

My dear Sisters, The city has surrendered itself entirely to rain. It does not fall so much as persist—an unrelenting seepage into walls, into wood,[…]

We Beat Death in The Right Order

I sometimes think of myself as cruel. I do not think of the dead as often as I would have appreciated. Not in the way[…]

Dinner in Alexandra

My trip to Alexandra was initially scheduled for January 26. I had long known the name of the township before I even understood it, drawn[…]

Fashion is Art

In a fashion exhibition, garments leave the runway and enter the gallery, becoming history, sculpture, and storytelling at once. African fashion is art you can[…]

Johannesburg North Through the Eyes of an Artist

Stanley 44 I stepped out of the white BMW at 44 Stanley at eight in the morning. The light was baby-soft, the kind that makes[…]