Ever walk down the street in a predominantly white area and feel an odd sharp chill down your spine and all of a sudden you notice the mist of your warm breathe in the cold, crisp air? Picture it, it's just after dark and some of the street lights begin to flicker. You carry on down the street until a knot in your stomach forces you to pause - there's something behind you. You slowly turn your head and see someone - an unholy, hellish apparition - an old white woman who let's out a demonic screech, yelling "kaffar!" before vanishing in the dark of the night? Probably not; such cases sound like something you'd read about on one of those headlines that local publisher, Sunday Sun , would put up on street lights with captions like "Chicken rapes old man!" or "Man kills himself and reports it!" . Honestly speaking, I blame ourselves for entertaining such rubbish. However, this is a report of a different kind, about a restless spirit that li
There's something just so beautiful about slow drives on a Sunday. A cruise in the early evening really puts the day to a subtle end as we plan the week ahead. I personally like to drive down Rivonia road in upmarket Jozi, in second gear of course, to give myself enough time to see myself living life in some of the homes i like, doing what i can only imagine Sandton residence do - float on a golden, jewelled inflatable in a pool of sparkling water and having servants attend to my every need... I kid! i'm not all that picky actually. Toss me a three bedroom and a pool for the kids and I'd have a castle more than worthy for this king, but then again, that's just me. So let's throw in R246 Million into the equation and you'd have something a little over a Palace fit for a President. And fine, perhaps Zuma and I have different taste. Perhaps he took the three bedroom and pool I'd be more than content with and decided to sprinkle some salt on it. But damn, he was