Real Solidarity

First Published in City Press in August 2014. In memory of my hero, William Lynch Jr

Years before President Obama became the first person of colour to be elected to the highest office in the USA, the city of New York had its own Obama-Moment in the form of David Dinkins, the first and only black man to become Mayor. This was way back in 1990, around the time that Mandela was being unveiled to the world.

Dinkins and his deputy, Bill Lynch, also a black man, were huge supporters of the Anti-Apartheid movement and responsible for the huge ticker-tape parade that New York City held in Madiba’s honour when he started his 8-city tour of the US there in June of that year.  Over 700,000 people came out that day.

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Trevor Noah and Jon Steward play “Spot the Africa”

Trevor Noah is welcomed to the Daily Show as a contributor Jon Steward and the two go ham on Afro stereotypes

My Speech at South Africa’s largest (post-democratic) March

In August, South Africans of all colours and creeds gathered in Cape Town for the largest march since democracy. They marched peacefully in support of the Palestinians of Gaza. In the wake of Israel’s heavy-handeness, the South African government was surprisingly muted. This was the Youth League’s message in response.

Why I wrote that the Youth League is Stronger than Ever…

Author’s note: well, actually I didn’t write that. The initial title of my piece was “Is the Youth League still relevant?”

I have some great sub-editors at City Press that know how to turn a phrase when creating headlines, just to get folks reading I guess. But there is a distinction between strong and relevant, and if we are being honest the League is not yet as strong or relevant as it could be. Here’s the article including some paragraphs that we cut out to fit into the word limit.

First Published in City Press on November 29th, 2014

It’s been a roller-coaster week for us young Lions.

From where I sat in one of NTT hot seats, this week had long looked like it promised drama. I could hear the e-TV man’s voice promoting the next soapie episode – “This week, in Joburg…”

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#flashback: Invisible People

I wrote this January 2012. It was meant to be a chapter in my first book, Becoming, but ended on the cutting room floor. I found it an interesting look into my mindset at the time. So much has changed. So much remains the same.

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When Sandton called Hot Wing Lovers Crooks

May 2014

Growing up life was simple; it was black and white.

Take food – today we have an abundance of choice from taste, culinary verve to dinning experiences to which one must take an evening jacket – when we were kids there was only “home food” and eating out.

Eating out meant a fast food treat. Even that was simple – there was fast food for blacks, like Chicken Licken and there was was fast food for whites, like KFC.

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#Flashback: The convention that should have been (2008)

The Convention that should have been…
November 2008

This is an op-ed that I wrote 6 years ago, nearly to the day, but for some reason or another, didn’t publish it. Reading it today I found it an interesting #flashback to the space and time we were once in. I’ve published it exactly as I wrote it, errors and all. enjoy

By all accounts, the new kid on the political block’s; Congress of the People; (CoP) convention three weekends ago was a resounding success.

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Playing Ball; The Sport of Politics

First Published in City Press November 2013

When I was in my early teens, I, just as most of the urban youngsters I knew, caught the basketball craze.

Maybe it was the hip-hop music we loved or the stellar ambassadorship of Michael Jordan, or maybe Nike just did it, but either way, wherever you went in my Hillbrow surrounds, ‘young cats were playing ball’.

The world was quickly split into those who could ball well and those who should go and buy themselves a basketball.

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A tale of two Miracles

First Published in City Press, 16 November 2014

A week ago I was walking through the Genocide Memorial in Kigali, Rwanda. 

Somewhere between the photographs of the children that were being hacked to death while we were celebrating our Freedom in 1994, and a display of the weapons neighbours had used on each other, I couldn’t help but think of how lucky we were.

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On a high-note [Essay]

Memoirs of a trip to New York in the summer of Hurricane Irene.

September 2011

There are few things that elicit as deep a primal a sense of exhilaration in a man than noticing the woman beside you shuddering.

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