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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Remembering Walter Sisulu

On the 101th anniversary Xhamela’s (Walter Sisulu’s clan-name) birth on 18 May 1912, his family remembers him fondly.

First Published in City Press 19 May 2013. Amended since


If I didn’t know better, I would think the common image of a good-natured, warm and ever-smiling revolutionary was no more than publicity for the victorious…

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An Open Letter to Margaret Thatcher…

An open letter to Mrs Margaret Thatcher from General Olusegun Obasanjo

Gen Olusegun Obasanjo

Gen Olusegun Obasanjo, Nigeria


Margaret Thatcher, UK

Obasanjo is a former president of Nigeria (and former head of it’s military government in the 1970s. In fact he handed over power to a civil government in 1979). Thatcher, recently deceased, was Britian’s first woman prime minister. Known as the Iron Lady, she is arguably the most well-known British Prime Minister since Sir Winston Churchill.

This letter was written in August 1986 and relates to Britain’s position on South Africa and Apartheid at the time, which was hawkish to say the least.

Special thanks to Scelo Gcabashe for unearthing it…

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The man that shaped #Gogo

The man that made #Gogo. A retrospective

First Published in Loocha Magazine, July 2011


In the last months that we shared with our beloved Gogo (grandmother), MaAlbertina Sisulu, my generation of the family increasingly found that her many moments of quiet were filled with what must surely have been happy memories of her childhood.

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Why I stopped chasing girls…

How a feisty girl changed my outlandish ways

Man, we men have been in the dog-box lately haven’t we? With good reason.


Many of our fellows are letting the team down you know. Perhaps, if we had been in the dog-box more frequently as youngsters, maybe we’d all be acting right?


In the event, there is always a moment that sets one on the correct path. And I don’t think it’s always glorious. Here is my here-thereto unspoken tale of what set me right (sorta, kinda).

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