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The Ghost of Verwoerd.

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
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Fit for a President.

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

Wake Up South Africa!

I woke up to news of a 'No Confidence Motion' presented by the Democratic Alliance on the morning of Nov 8 last year. The purpose of the day was to of course, discuss President Zuma, however, i couldn't help but note the tone of sincerity in parliament that day and not the usual Orangutan antics these sessions are known for. DA leader, Mmusi Maimane pleaded with the conscience of the ANC to simply, "stop defending the man". Only to be bombarded by race bashes, being called a 'black face for a white party'. The ANC, unimpressively dodged bullets from struggle stalwarts with some of the most nonchalant responses - it was not surprising to me at all. Probably one of my favourite speeches of the session came from IFP leader, Mangosuthu Buthelezi, he said: “The cry for the president to step down is echoing from all corners of the country. It’s on the lips of stalwarts of the ANC, spoken from the heart of many women who pledged their lives to liberate the coun

A Future Up In Smoke.

Thought provoking image - I know... I was forced to sit and gaze eagerly at the action movie that was the protest at Wits University last week. I had an appointment somewhere, I just can't seem to remember where or who I was to meet (it obviously wasn't important), but the scenes I witnessed as I passed the TV on the way out caught me like a hook in the mouth and reeled me back. I remember looking away for a second and then the next, there was smoke and rubber bullets being fired. My eyes caught sight of a girl in pink appearing paralysed on the ground and a fellow blue-collar who'd been hit on the head with a brick. I couldn't believe the carnage I'd been seeing at Wits. But much like the stone that drew blood from the officer's head, it hit me that we missed the point of our ancestor's struggle. They fought for social and political equality and though it wasn't an immediate change, progress has been made right? I mean, a lot of black parents tod