Gaynore loop haastig af in St George’s Wandellaan, in die Kaapse middestad, want sy wil nie laat wees vir haar […]
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In my eie lane meer as tevrede, my spirit Jy het kom krap waar dit nie jeuk kom vat wat […]
Standard Nine is glorious! I find myself in the same class as Natalie! The first time I get a close-up […]
Een aand sê Emma dat sy eintlik nog altyd ’n rapper wou wees. Sy vertel hoe sy jare gelede een van haar (twenty-something) dogters saamgesleep het na ’n rock concert in Amsterdam. Haar dogter se vriende was baie beïndruk daarmee dat haar ma kans sien om saam met haar kind uit te gaan in die stad, maar sy moes toe verduidelik dat Emma háár moes oortuig om saam te gaan.
In the spirit of full disclosure, let me start by telling you that when Anelisa asked if I could write […]
Like water passing between the two mountains She fell down from Mother Nature, her mother’s prized possession She was redirected […]
Tussen deur die millie geit van weer innie stad wees kon ek weer teater my! Die beeldskone Agulhasvlakte geskryf deur […]
Lorna en Eugene van Eyck pak die laaste goedjies vir hul reis met ‘n ligte gemoed voor hulle afskeid neem […]
Ciara sit op haar bed en tuur uit haar kamervenster, terwyl ‘n hartseer trek om haar mond speel. Vandag is […]
It was one of those ‘you had to be there’ moments. Four years in the making, the excitement was palpable […]
Professor Jakes Gerwel’s name is indelibly inked in the story of the University of the Western Cape (UWC), a story […]
After an absence of two years due to the COVID-19 Pandemic, the Jakes Gerwel Foundation and Brussels-based International house of […]
One day I came back home and found her with a man, she was so sad and could barely look me in the eye. She introduced him as her good friend who was to take care of me since she could not anymore. She had already packed my clothes and said I must go with the guy
I was drawn to this lifestyle as if I was born for it. I grew up in a small town, with my grandparents, and would spend my school holidays in Cape Town with my mom. I absolutely loved it. Cape Town City! I remember taking a bus into the city, and then saunter casually up Hanover Street, right to the top, where Muslim family of ours lived.
Semantics is why South Africans get mad when our president offers an apology for the confusion as opposed to his wrongdoing. That’s not splitting hairs; that’s holding the Prime Servant accountable to his oath of office and constitutional mandate.
They’re exercising their duty to hunt down immigrants like game and heartlessly send them back to their broken homes. Just like what apartheid did to the privileged white children – it programmed them to abhor and dissociate from black people, and this seeped into their blood and sins of their fathers are still tattooed on their hearts though are willing and trying to efface them.
On Monday budding playwright Curtley Pitt, a participant in the 2022 Jakes Gerwel Foundation / NATi Jong Sterre programme is […]
I believe a good writer has insight into her own position in the world and where she stands compared to others. This is only possible through conversations with others.
This is the continuation of what was started last week: a weekly delivery of parts of an unfinished novel, telling of a boy’s first weeks at high school, in the mid-‘60s, and meeting a girl, Natalie, there.
Heritage Travel is an explosion of color and content awakening the muse. Filled with Heritage, art, literature, family and lifestyle, it gives a fun and positive outlook on life. It is published by Stef Cupido De Koker and her husband Jamile De Koker
Ek hoop dat ek uit my eie kop uit kan klim. Ek het aansoek gedoen aan hierdie program omdat ek die kans sal hê om tussen ander skrywers met ander breine te werk
#Misfit – Chase Rhys #Kwela Die inhoud van hierdie bundel het oorspronklik in Rapport se Suikewate-rubriek verskyn. Die subtitel ‘Stories […]
I was watching Isibaya a few weeks ago before I left South Africa. One of the characters had organized for […]
Wat ‘n voorreg om in ‘n spasie te skep, dink, trap waar hy bestaan het. As ‘n bruin vrou, wie net so oud soos die demokrasie van Suid-Afrika is, ‘n demokrasie wat hy help inlei het, besef ek die gewig van hierdie geleentheid.