Reality

My Police-Bruised Ego

Thursday, July 9th, 2009 by Xolani Tembu
The Police Bruised my Ego I am darker in complexion than your average South African; needless to say, I thus have often been mistaken for a Zimbabwean migrant or one of our brothers from the North, owing to my skin tone. Not that there is a skin tone quota that qualifies one to be South African ...read more


Can’t Beat the Reaming

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
Can't Beat the Reaming A solid fisting always hurts more when the victim assists in their own violation. Such is the case with a mob of disenchanted MTN subscribers, who’ve been airing their grievances over the MTN15 Competition, through the local newspapers. ...read more


My Friend the Dief

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 by Zane Henry
My Friend The Dief Mugging someone isn’t that big a deal. Someone else has money. You don’t. Get their money. It’s a scientific imperative; financial osmosis, if you like. When I was younger, I used to hang out with a guy named Saleem. ...read more


Sultans of Swing

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 by Montle Moorosi
Sultans of Swing At the towering gates of a large house in Saxonwold stood a heavyset white man with a scruffy brown and grey beard – the type you’d normally see on an English teacher or Hell’s Angel. He stood with his arms crossed and his eyes beamed in our direction, ...read more


Fair Enough

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
Fair Enough The production chain has not always been kind to farm labourers, especially those in the developing world. Child slaves picking tea with bleeding fingers in Bangladesh; back-breaking hours for pittance in the coffee fields of Colombia. ...read more


A Fool And His Money

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
A Fool And His Money The undisciplined spender had other plans in mind. When he signed for his first credit card, he had nothing but self-belief in his eyes. ...read more


The Mahala Odyssey: part 1

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
mahala_logo Over the next few weeks Mahala is going on a road trip to gauge the pulse of our people, surf some waves and eat some peri-peri chicken. From Cape Town to Johannesburg the easy way, strapped down in the bowels of a big metal bird. Then from Jozi to Maputo, through the bush to Ponta do Ouro. From Ponta across the border into Zululand, through the Makhatini Flats down to Durban just in time for the British & Irish Lions ...read more


We are all Coloured

Thursday, June 4th, 2009 by Nathan Zeno
We are all Coloured While the equal rights or gay marker flag has rainbow colours, it is not a true representation of a rainbow. Its edges are defined. In a true rainbow, the colour lines are blurred. Moreover, in a true multi-cultural society, so are the definitions of race and identity. South Africa is a nation of mixed descent, one where, supposedly, the idea of race has been abandoned and cultural identity is re-enforced. ...read more


Got Beef?

Friday, May 29th, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
Cow face It’s the vegetarian’s hydra – the volley of questions that surround the action of placing a soya patty on the braai grid. Why don’t you eat meat? What’s wrong with you? Is it ‘cos your girlfriend’s a veggie? ...read more


Cesspool Sociology

Thursday, May 28th, 2009 by Montle Moorosi
Cesspool Sociology “There is little logic to be expected on this earth, not only in the matter of thought, but also sentiment…” –Joseph Conrad Slice of life, that’s a good title for this column since it’s about sharing a piece of information about your life. It’s also a good title for a gory slasher movie ...read more