In Phelindaba the Old Café are gone. Washed away by the caressing seeping water at the shores of nostalgia’s grey silver laser that burns the things we abhor or hold dear deep within the creases of our brains and bosom, a tug at the heart here and the disturbance of balance there, for a thrill worth Two Bob, Wola! … Read More Birth – for the old folks arcade gamers of Phelindaba
They’ll be strong
They’ll survive my intimidation, my reign, my silent threat. This expression compels me to imagine a silent kata jap wherein one’s opponent is silenced before they even take to the battle ground because one has anticipated their move a whiff away.… Read More They’ll be strong
It was a time when the cell phone was the stuff of science fiction and fancy thinking. knife-ou-kappie or panga-machete was utilitarian weaponry completing the garb of hardened men. When guns were not easily assessable. When your word was bond upon making a promise. When Aids was coming and weed was the only hallucinogen ingested while ducking the police. I am compelled to say that back then Nyaope and Wonga were being conceptualized.… Read More There will be (another) day
Intraparadox 