Where have the wild things gone?

Me oh my but it’s been a wild path!

Somewhere between words and the world, and a perpetually curious heart, life has unravelled and the wind carried me in so many different directions. It’s been the most beautiful adventure and it’s only just beginning – but it calls me to abandon some darlings.

So this is my blog’s swan song; that final breath before the end.

The exhibition can now be found and followed on Facebook (for more journalism and traveling tales), as well as on my Fine Art website (a bouquet of canvases and stained surfaces) … so pop across and let’s go on another adventure.

 

 

 

 

Powerfilled Bodies

[Trigger Warning: Rape]

This is a poem for the powerfilled bodies that stood on Prince Alfred street today.

These are the facts of a powerful and perverse system.

This is a reality; this is just a beginning.

It is part of Herstory.

Drawing the Line: Use Power Wisely

Power cuts can be a good thing – but who has the power to do this?

Drawing the Line: The Lion King’s Kleptocracy

Is Self-Enrichment Rock propped up by Parliament, or crushing the people’s power?

Drawing the Line: The People’s Parliament?

The paradox of the public’s power.

Finding and Defining the New Black Middle Class

“I noticed various narratives in the media, [including] the exoticisation of the black

middle class,” said Professor Roger Southall of the University of Witwatersrand at the

launch of his book, ‘The New Black Middle Class in South Africa’. “It’s almost as if

the black middle class were located in game parks and were being spotted for their

odd characteristics.”

Am I Afrikan?

My passport is green. The glorious green of aloe leaves or trees in late summer.

My skin is freckled. Flickered with flecks of moments spent under this sun.

My heart breaks. A hurting history means I watch flowers grow from stained mud and feel petals fall on graves.

Confession: Forgive me

Forgive me, for I am a collection of flaws and I can’t help but hide myself.

Where are the leaders that learn at Rhodes?

The SRC is something really confusing, and leadership is lacking.

The Magic of Magona

“I should have been writing for far longer than 25 years. Why didn’t I start writing earlier on?” asked Dr Sindiwe Magona at the Puku Storytelling Festival where she launched her new book, Chasing the Tails of my Father’s Cattle, “Simply because I didn’t know anyone who looked like me who did such a foolish thing and called it work.”