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Saturday, October 22, 2016
#13
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The Noise (2005) I will be the first to admit that when my anger finally arrived, in its totality, it raised my vanities with it. I lost ...
Thursday, October 20, 2016
#12
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# 12 Augna 25980 (1884) Slavery didn’t end when it did. Ask Bhagoo’s son. Ask him what the good decent Mr Meikle and his wife did to hi...
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...
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