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Continue reading →: Stone Town Juice Bar
She had been in this town for barely two hours, and here she was already being suffocated in the heat of this beautiful man’s gaze. She sucked at the straw, sometimes drawing cold tamarind juice into her mouth and sometimes just to have something other than his eyes and face…
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Continue reading →: Travel, Theatre Arts and pauses in the monotony of the human experience
It’s 11 a.m. on a Monday in the middle of May 2023, and most people in Cape Town are at work, in school, or caught up on the wrong end of the socio-economic divides of the city a.k.a homeless and hungry. Then there are those like me, conspicuous outsiders who are here in this city but removed from the real world veins…
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Continue reading →: Windows
Her name is Wangui. Her mother’s sister once told her that, a woman’s worth extends only as far as the success of her children. The only success that counts is of a narrow, claustrophobic definition. If the children are sons, the expectations rise a notch. Daniel, her only child, is 8 months old now.…
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Continue reading →: On the Periphery
I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proof ~ Mary Oliver The right hand edges of paragraphs in continuous texts form the most fascinating abstract patterns, but only if the paragraphs are aligned left and not ‘justified’. Nobody plans for these beautiful unpredictable edge…
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Continue reading →: Art and Death
The secret is out. I am not a real artist. She is sketching again, the pencil held lightly between the thumb and two fingers of her left hand, the sheet of paper large and white with smudges of mud here and there. She squats awkwardly, an array of mobile phone…