Read about my journey of discovering my role in the world, and the importance of it.
My interests and style of writing revolve primarily around literature, reading and storytelling, and so these primarily informed my reading material this semester. My experience of the country-wide student protests that shook history this semester also led to me reading around the topic of storytelling in activism and social movements.
I loved the taste of warthog from the moment it touched my lips.
This article is based on a recent trip I took to the Eastern Star Gallery in Grahamstown, an incredible museum illustrating the past of printing and publication. It was an incredible experience, and I owe a great deal of thanks to the museum’s curator, Richard Berneister, for the experience.
How different it would be if I was writing and publishing this in the 1800s.
“You don’t see it here,” she tells the crowded room of journalism lecturers and students, “because I didn’t want to show it, but it’s a huge party.”
There is nothing more boring, pointless or vexing to a child than long car drives to nowhere. Unfortunately, this activity is something my dad particularly loved, especially when we would vacation to The Wild Coast over December holidays as a family.
It was the day after Christmas in 2004, and finer beach weather could not have been asked for in the Eastern Cape coastal town of Morgan Bay. My grandparents decided to stay in the holiday house for the day, still recovering from the previous day’s lunchtime engorgement. While 10-year-old me was in my baggy swimming trunks as soon as I arose, with a boogie-board in hand and swirling thoughts in mind.