Category Archives: Yeoville

Yeoville, my perfect stranger

Rockey-Raliegh Street, a somewhat dangerous yet welcoming stranger. By 9 O’Clock in the morning street vendors have already laid out their stock for trade on her pavement. She has never been this careless about the way she looks. Over the … Continue reading

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DAY 9: Amnesty International calls on the government to ensure basic health services for pregnant women and girls

The South African government must ensure all departments work together to urgently address all the barriers that place the health of pregnant women and girls at risk, said Salil Shetty, Amnesty International Secretary General today at the launch of a … Continue reading

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DAY 8: Meeting Chief Albert Gumede of the Matebele in South Africa

I’ve always had and still have respect for Amakhosi (Chiefs), be it of the Zulus, AbaThembu, Swati and such. That respect has never eroded largely from the rich history that has been passed down from one generation to the other. … Continue reading

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DAY 7: Name, shame and leave

“How is me telling you my story going to help?” said an old man I met at Yeoville on Rockey Street today. Those words struck me. They weren’t supposed to sting that much because my ears are familiar with them, … Continue reading

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DAY 6: The different types of characters

The most frustrating thing about finding a character, is finally finding the right one only to find out that she cant’t understand you….what a bummer. The first time this happened I let it go because sometimes you can sense whether … Continue reading

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DAY 5: Drinking Senna tea…worse idea ever

After a week of not being able to digest my food properly, yesterday I decided to drink Freshpak Senna with Rooibos and blackcurrant tea, which according to Lutho Mtongana helps keep the digestive system balanced and sweeps away any substances … Continue reading

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DAY 4: You are my rock

My father once came back home with an ancient grinding rock that he took from our grandparent’s house in Southern KwaZulu-Natal. I remember how me and my siblings looked at him when he took it out of the back of … Continue reading

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