Category Archives: Diaspora

University degree

Life aint rosy in Jozi – even with a degree

When you do get that R30 for itaxi to Sandton you realise you don’t have that good outfit for an interview, your pumps are torn, that white shirt is cream in colour now and that skirt has lost Its blackness; it’s now a shade of maroon. After the interview, you wait… (read more)

good Samaritan

When a good Samaritan surprises you

Imagine you traveled from Harare to Johannesburg hoping to make a better life. Then you find there are no jobs. Your stomach is rumbling. You enter the supermarket hoping to buy a bun with your last coin. While you stand in the confectionery aisle a complete stranger does this….

Mugabe stole my Valentine – why I hate February

Valentine’s month is the most tortuous 28 days on the calendar. The inane commercials, the red and black clad professional women, the bouquets of roses carried proudly from offices, more for exhibitionism than the need to take them home…

Absentee mothers in the Diaspora

Aunt Rhoda is right, you do need to bond with your children, but proximity is not indicative of intimacy. There are plenty of ways in which parents can make it work long distance with their children