Of Credit Cards and Other Curses
I remember the first time I felt rich. I was 11 years old and had found myself with R50 to...
I remember the first time I felt rich. I was 11 years old and had found myself with R50 to...
There was a time when the sound of youth could be heard by the tapping of a skipping rope as...
My university education has been a long and difficult journey. I have changed courses multiple times and even now, in...
Many of us have had the misfortune of watching time move as quickly as a tortoise. There are times in our work, school or ministry that bring us to a moment of staring helplessly at a clock.
Rich. Filthy rich. That’s what they are. Off of our vanities and insecurities, they are made wealthy. In their eyes we are piglets to be raised for slaughter. They will press and pull at our flesh and then turn us on our backs and say to the butcher: “Cut it here.”
I want to be famous. I want my face splashed across billboards on national highways. I want to be on...
Nthabiseng Maphisa asks: Why are we so attracted to royal fairy tales? I am not close to any members of any royal family on earth. I am neither a duchess nor an empress. As far as my knowledge can stretch, I am not a princess, though I have dreams of living like one some day.
I feel bad for those who have become so consumed with the errands of the day that they have not taken the time to lift their heads and count the white threads in God’s own tapestry. They sit like jewels in a black velvet box.
And just as I am tempted to bite into a burger combo, I am in the same way tempted to sink my teeth into the daily dish of parish affairs. That’s right, people, ain’t no gossip like church gossip.