1991: The first Black children are allowed into White schools

I want to say that the 90’s was a weird period in time, but to use the word “weird” to describe South Africa during the 90’s seems insipid and trivial. Of course, to describe myself and my experiences during the that decade, insipid and trivial hits the nail on the head. So, let’s go withContinue reading “1991: The first Black children are allowed into White schools”

Diversity? I think not

We are sitting around the table when a colleague makes a remark about how diverse we are as a group and how this is indicative of how far we have come as a country. I go from calm to fire breathing dragon in a matter of seconds. I’m not sure why I reacted the wayContinue reading “Diversity? I think not”

Barefoot beers and a bromance

Our waitress walks towards us carrying a shoe. Well she’s actually holding the laces of a shoe and trying unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh. She stops at our table and says “If you drink this beer you will have to give me your shoe”. I glance at my semi consumed beer in it’s golden gloryContinue reading “Barefoot beers and a bromance”

The poor whites

My mother is the kind of woman who adopts just about anything and anyone. She is selflessly generous if you find yourself in need and I had grown up with her voice in my head constantly saying “treat others how you would like to be treated”. So very early into our democracy, I was shockedContinue reading “The poor whites”