Confession: Forgive me

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

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Buildings look like libraries

Buildings look like libraries – especially at dusk.

The windows are arranged like books on a display shelf; some open and some closed; every story affected by the light and lines.

Look, in that frame a light turns on and a tired woman dressed in grey abandons her briefcase on the kitchen table. In the yellow square beside her scene, an elderly man leans against the windowpane and drinks the dying day. There are pot plants on his windowsill and lines under his eyes. Who does he see in the fading sky? (more…)

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.”

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