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The shoes don’t fit Part IV: I used to be her

The shoes don’t fit Part IV: I used to be her The hospital corridors are quiet, and somehow I find this unusual. The last time I found myself waiting on a bench in a hospital corridor for the doctor to tell me how the operation went, was just before my grandmother passed. Her kidneys failed […]

The shoes don’t fit Part III: Whose life am I living?

The shoes don’t fit III: Whose life am I living? Sundays were my favorite in my past life. I’d spend my mornings and afternoons in bed, thinking about almost nothing, and sometimes reading. I’d have junk food and drink wine and do just nothing. My Sundays have become the worst days now. They remind me […]

The shoes don’t fit- Part II: “I want to live”

The shoes don’t fit- Part II: “I want to live” I can hardly recognize the person I have become when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have become a foreigner in my own body. These feelings are not mine, they were brought from elsewhere. These sunken eyes do not belong to me. […]

The shoes don’t fit

The shoes don’t fit – By Tshegofatso Rasekgotoma Part I: The welcoming word Upon arrival, we were led into a room that looked like was once a sehlaka. Some parts of the wall still had black substances that looked like old smoke adorned on them. The floor was pale cement that was clearly starved of […]

#StorytellingThursday **late edition** 😜- Moruti wa go SEXA! (Forget the Bree trip for a while, we’ll get to it once I’m done ka baruti)

#StorytellingThursday – Moruti wa go SEXA! (Forget the Bree trip for a while; we’ll get to it once I’m done ka baruti) So guys, moruti wa di chicken livers wasn’t my first encounter with moruti wa mehlolobilitimentarisms. Yaz bazalwane I have met wonderful men of God in my life. And those that give baruti maina a […]

#StorytellingThursday :My father and my dream of becoming a chef…

My father and my dream of becoming a chef… My father has never been a man who minces his words. He always, and I mean always speaks his mind, without applying honorific whatsoever. Anyone who has been close to him will attest to this. Growing up, being a soldier was the most appealing career to […]

#StorytellingThursday The Gladwin Story (Part 2)

…la tseba batho ba Modimo after my friend delivered the “I’m too young to have a boyfriend” message to Gladwin he decided to be a thorn in my life. He just started stealing my pens and accusing me of stealing them from him, beating, pushing and shoving me for no apparent reason and on Friday […]

#StorytellingThursday The Gladwin story ( Part 1)

#StorytellingThursday The Gladwin story (Part 1) So it’s a very cold day, in 2001 and I am in standard 5. I get home and leave my KING school bag and blue scaftin with a white lid on the stoep and look at the boys (my 2 lil brothers, Gladwin and Mathata) riding bicycle, that time ke […]

#StoryTellingThursday- Moruti wa di chicken livers Part 2

#StoryTellingThursday –  Moruti wa di chicken livers Part 2 ….so nna le moruti re tabowa pata 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ from Spur, re lebile Nando’s. The minute re tsena ka Nando’s moruti o complainer ka queue , he says ke ye telele. That time ke batho ba about 6 fela mo lineng. Ka nama ka crossa menwana immediately gore askare […]

#StoryTellingThursday- Moruti wa di chicken livers Part 1

#StoryTellingThursday – Moruti wa di chicken livers Part 1 I was busy minding my own business when I received a call from moruti on Wednesday, June 10th, 2015, telling me gore he’s in Pretoria and would like to meet and catch up. Facebook had reminded him that it was my birthday 🎂, so when he […]