Category: general
-
Ends and means
Despite the move to Cape Town and following more South Africans than folks back home it would have been well on impossible to ignore the near constant #flegs updates on twitter. And once again, home is on the news for all the wrong reasons. I didn’t know whether to pack my winter woollies or riot…
-
What foot do you kick with?
I’ve never really had to think about my race that much. Luckily for me, growing up in Northern Ireland wasn’t that tough. I know for others it has been. But I managed to largely avoid the pitfalls that could have come with being a black/brown face in a country where our primary school teacher claimed…
-
a few of my favourite things
Teardrops on achilleas and bears that are smitten Unending errands for warm woollen mittens Small little packages that are called ming These are a few of my favourite things Fatty pork scratchings and pink books for doodles Doorbells and wide backs and pictures of poodles Dynamite horses that don’t fly or have wings These are…
-
everywhere you look
Here in Cape Town it’s not hard to see the wealth. The houses are bigger, the cars are shinier and the lifestyles could be those of the rich and famous. But the other night driving home, it wasn’t the shiny Maserati’s and Ferrari’s that caught my eye. It was the three men sleeping in the…
-
Hungover hiking
If you know me at all…you will know I’m not an outdoorsy kinda gal. Rarely will I be found in the open air without a fag in hand polluting my lungs and those around me. But in Cape Town it seems people take advantage of their proximity to not just some of the most glorious…
-
Black people DO surf
Snotters tripping me, throat filled with salt and my body squeezed into a rubber suit…no I haven’t taken up the latest sexual craze. I’m trying surfing. Yes I know…black people don’t swim. I can’t even blame Marian for the ability to swim – she couldn’t swim the length of herself and wouldn’t be caught dead…
-
Hello Cape Town
So a week into my great escape and I’m writing a blog. I suppose there are worse things than being predictable. But they do say stick to what you know and you won’t go far wrong…so here goes. This blog is an attempt to put down some of the things I hope I will learn…
KAPANDE WRITES 