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Which Colour Are You?
Everyone can remember the roar of trumpeting vuvuzela’s when Tshabala’s opening goal at the 2010 FIFA World Cup bellowed throughout the nation. The stampeding echo is now only a distant noise left in...
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Marked For Life
The buzzing needle stung my alcohol swabbed skin with a wicked kiss of painful pleasure. I cringed. Tensed up. Eyes closed. The pain felt so damn good. My girlfriend stared at me. Her turn was next....
View ArticleThe Football Throne
Why should I walk alone when I always have hope in my heart? It all began – not walking – when I was just a tiny little spec swimming in the puddles of my fathers’ loins. I am my fathers’ child and it...
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Like Father, Almost Like Son
In celebration of Father’s Day coming up I dedicate this entry to my old man whom without I would never be the man I am today. A strong sturdy trunk of values and morals anchors itself with thick roots...
View ArticleSecond-Class Victims
Everybody has seen the Jay Z and Solange elevator incident and laughed it off. Yet if it had to be the other way round and Jay Z was the perpetrator the whole incident would have been a massive outcry...
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It’s a perfectly natural normal thing
Do you remember your first time? Some people loved their first time. Others want to forget it. Mine is a tale of both. Our cultures have instilled numerous connotations that revolve around emotional,...
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Introvert
Insecure – I have always been insecure about how I speak. It started when I was younger. I had a terrible stutter. I was teased, taunted, and poked fun at, like an animal behind cruel societal bars at...
View ArticleSoccer Sunday’s
I eagerly await the Sunday morning text I know is coming. The whole week has been mounting to this day. My phone beeps. I open it like an excited boy on Christmas morning tearing of the wrapping to his...
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Up In Smoke
“Do it like this.” I take a drag on the yellowish filtered tip. The cancerous smoke fills my mouth. It tastes like ash. I spit it out. “No, like this.” Inhale. Hold. Hold. Deep breath. The smoke grips...
View ArticleHair Today, Gone Tomorrow
There is this blackness that crawls all over me. It is soft in places. Hard in others. It clings onto my clothes and blows in the wind. It regulates from short to long. Thick and thin. Curly to...
View ArticleLike A Fish Out Of Water
Standing patiently. Staring out across the flowing water of the confluence and my eyes focus on the point where my clear line disappears into its darkness. I hold the graphite pole in my one hand with...
View ArticleOn The Front Line
I have always been a lover, not a fighter, but when the situation calls for it one has to roll up their sleeves and throw in a fist, maybe two, depending on the size of the guy in front of you. So when...
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