A trickle of dignity

Today, my pride was held hostage. Just to explain: The flu is macking on me. Sitting in a meeting with bigwigs from one of SA's top companies, a rogue snot droplet decided to saunter down my left nostril. I had no tissue. The boardroom was too quiet to sneak the sniff which would have banished … Continue reading A trickle of dignity


My awkward childhood: chubby chuckles

I was a chubby kid. And I loved it. Well, I loved my childhood. I didn't exactly dwell on the chubbiness too much. Though once in a while, I'd look in the mirror, clutch a love handle, then walk curiously to my mother and ask if I was fat. "No, lollipop," [my mom called me … Continue reading My awkward childhood: chubby chuckles

My awkward childhood: piece of cake

It was supposed to be the best day of my life. What unfolded on that day in June 2001 would go down as the most tormenting ordeal which still haunts me to this very moment. This, dear reader, is the story of one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. It's almost 11 years … Continue reading My awkward childhood: piece of cake

My awkward childhood: My baby

I once told my mom I was expecting a baby. - Wait, wait, let me explain. It was a series of unfortunate misunderstandings. I knew no better (than to tell my mother that she would be a grandparent, you might ask). And get this: I was in grade one. [These Soweto kids are quick, eh?] … Continue reading My awkward childhood: My baby