BEFORE I FORGET: HER NAME WAS PETRONELLA

A love poem to a sister I once knew. She was an artist just like you and I A storyteller. A fellow traveler in this journey called life. With hopes and dreams which she weaved and Crocheted  into multi-coloured hats and scarves. Their  imperfections  perfect against the biting Johannesburg winter. Ever smiling.  Warmly as if…

Black is Not what White is Not

This is  photographer Bheki Dube’s paraphrasing one of South Africa’s’ most respected writer, poet and   playwrights;  Lesego Rampolokeng in a way of explaining his work in progress  called  White Trash.   He shows me some of his pictures  of some  poor white people  he  knows and photographs around his home town  in Troyville.  “ I…