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Showing posts from December, 2013

There'll be no Thong beneath our Christmas tree this year

Buying Christmas presents this time of the year is hectic for the most part: crowds and slow-walkers and queues and over-priced 'seasonal specials' are all reasons to avoid the malls and shops for anything bar items that are essentially life-threatening.   So, needing to get into the store to buy the obligatory socks and underpants gifts for my daughters today was already something I was dreading. The fact that there were about sixty people trying to buy the fifty items available in my sleepy-hollow of a town, means that I was already quite unhappy about being classified as that, the lowest form of festive season bottom feeder: The Last Minute Shopper. But I'm going in the wrong direction here. Back to point. Among the pretty pastel pink vests and little ballet tights for toddlers, I came across the most disturbing thing I think I may have ever seen in a store. G-strings, (a.k.a. thongs,) for toddlers. Starting at two years old. I'm not going to name and shame the

Goodbye Tata Madiba

All day, the television channel has been set to news. That’s never a good sign. We’ve been watching a nation mourn. Our Tata (grandfather) has died. Nelson Mandela has finally closed his eyes for the final time. I met him when I was eighteen. We were high school debaters on tour and literally debated our way into his home. He entertained us there for forty-seven minutes. That’s a long time.  I vaguely remember that he had to reschedule a meeting with Kofi Anan, the then head of the UN, in order to share a cup of tea with us. He loved children. And he loved the country he called home. This death happens at a time when I was feeling particularly low about being South African. Recently I have lost a friend/colleague through a murder and the freedom to run in my neighbourhood because of rape. I wasn’t feeling all that great about our beloved country. But then something like this happens and shifts perceptions back to where they once were. I was raised in a very traditional community (