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Saturday, September 24, 2016

# 11

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For when all was said and done … And yet what was this liberation? For when all was said and done, those who had lurked in the shadows an...

# 10

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Euphoria (1995)   With the advent of the new came many wonders and delights. The great potentials of natality afforded us by transition u...
Sunday, September 18, 2016

#9

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Cardboard City (1993) The land grew thirsty on the eve of liberation. That experiment – the ruralisation of African people – was failin...
Sunday, September 11, 2016

#8

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Ghetto Metaphors: A Life without History (1994) Overport swirls. The morning scoops schoolchildren into buses and commuter vehicles f...
Sunday, August 21, 2016

#7

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Yet what was there to be learnt Yet what was there to be learnt when the troubles had duly passed, But that struggle meant sacrific...
Friday, August 5, 2016

Ageless Leo

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This age thing, I was hoping, It would be a sage thing, But somedays, It feels like nothing, But an age thing, A not to slumb...
Sunday, July 31, 2016

#6

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The Butterfly Effect Everywhere in chains, It rustles, Bustles, And ropes around him, Whether crouched, Or rising, Every sw...
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