I started this blog because I was jobless- or to use a more urban-correct phrase “in between jobs.” I had just lost my job at ADAM Magazine. Working for the magazine was a scream. Those South Africans (Media 24) made us feel important; they gave my homeboy, Dickson Migiro, and I business cards written SENIOR FEATURES WRITER and a fairly decent pay and then sent us out to do what we loved; write. We felt important. In fact, we would have done it at half pay. Long before Subaru owners started getting loud about Subaru’s on social media, we were driving down for out-of-town assignments in a Forester, a fuel-card in hand and bagful of money to go do stories. Those trips, to us, were mere excuses for hedonism. Writing for a men’s title was a walk in the beach; I was required to write a paltry 3,000 words a month! 3,000 words, only! I had never been lazier.
Then the plug was pulled from Cape Town, and the magazine, struggling through recession of the late 90’s, went tits up. I started the blog soon after to stabilise my creative boat. I didn’t actually think anyone would read it and quite honestly, I didn’t care at the beginning. It was therapeutic for me; the blog was filling a creative hole. Then it started snowballing. Its growth, I noticed, became directly proportional to the size of my head – and forehead, actually. I was posting every Monday without fail, and loving it. In hindsight I was writing from an injured place, a place that had been wounded ...... Read the entire article