In the eulogized and buried light of the late evening, the only element left with the Harlequin task of illuminating the night is Carol Odero’s flaming red braids. You know Carol, right? Trained lawyer turned journalist. Editor, Drum magazine. …
She’s called Felicia. Felicia sounds like a woman who- after sex- lies on her back and lights up a cigarette. Felicia sounds like a woman who reads a very thick novel with earphones plugged in her ears. She sounds …
On a Thursday, 12th Nov 2009 some suits sat in a boardroom in Cape Town. The next morning, I lost my job, me and a bunch of other bewildered writers who were writing for a magazine. The day …
I might not be a people’s person, but I talk to people. I have to. It’s my corn. It’s my bread. If I didn’t talk to people my little girl would starve and start eating her nails, then when …
