Tweet As the final days of the Marikana Commission of Inquiry draw to a close, and a disputation of lawyers encapsulate their work over the last two years, GREG MARINOVICH reports on what has changed from 2012 until now. Actually, the collective noun is an eloquence of lawyers, my mistake in that previous sentence. Lawyers, […]
They were Ntsenyeho’s miner comrades and they were angry
It looks like war. It is a war. A war of survival, certainly for the miners, and perhaps for the future of Rustenburg’s platinum mines too.
Eurotrash takes on a whole new meaning here. But boys will be boys, hey?
Burnt mud brick huts punctuated the tropical landscape and an eerie silence hangs over deserted homesteads. A flattened patch of tall grass is pointed out as the site of LRA killings.
the knotted strands of grass that I took to indicate the presence of mines, or was it an absence of mines?
Were they so sure of the extermination of their enemies that they thought they were safe from retribution?
The man was, in the aftermath, known as a ‘plafond’. Someone who had survived by hiding in the ceiling.
“When love becomes hate. I met a woman who killed her own kids.”
My team of hired guns included a twelve year old boy in flip flops carrying a fifty caliber machine gun
the cracks of my brain
Tweet Under shady trees, I pass close by a security gate. A deep-throated bark stirs my adrenal gland. A dog in a Springbok jersey, number 14. Boerboel, muscular, cut. Ray Mordt, I thought without hesitation. Overgrown sidewalk, man in sunglasses and lumber jacket walking towards me, his hands are in his pockets. As he nears […]
We toasted his death with Coca Cola before I pedaled off with a light heart and a heavy bike.
No war today, the goons have gone away.
It’s clear that paraffin lamps and candles were the common currency of luma here.
Tweet The tall lean man spoke around the breakfast he was chewing on, his blue eyes flicked at me, “Human barbeque, it smelt like human barbeque for a year down here,” said the bankrupt doctor in that distinct New York City argot of machine-gun staccato words with unpredictable cadence. I glanced accusingly at Leonie, who […]
“Inshallah, we will make it,” he uttered with his broad smile and a crazed glint in his one eye.
Tweet New Year resolutions. What a thing. But somehow the spirit has possessed me and one of the things I would like to fix is our impotence in the face of the disposable nature of much of today’s appliances and technology. My mother-in-law’s microwave is 23 years old, works perfectly. I enviously read online about […]
Tweet I have been struggling to approach anything resembling work these last weeks, so I took the daughter, M, on a specialist shopping expedition. As it turned out, the perspex store was more fun than pragmatic, with fun mirrors to multi-coloured thingies. What I liked most was the set of post-Apartheid presidents on the wall. […]
I am fearless
Tweet Exiting Dulles airport at dawn after an 18 hour flight, I was happy to plonk into the rear seat of some large American car. My driver was friendly and had a very sub-continental accent. India or Pakistan, I wondered to myself. Maybe Bangladesh? “Where you fly in from?” he asked, thick glasses mostly obscuring […]
Tweet I know I don’t usually cover sports in this blog, (Editor’s note to self, ‘have I ever?’) but after a lazy, heat-stroke dulled afternoon in Johannesburg I settled down to catch the last half of the hot local rugby clash between the Sharks and Western Province. **Note, non-sportive readers, please do not wander off […]
Tweet “Hey Mister!” I ignored him. I have learnt it is best to ignore the police, usually. “Hey Mister, is this your car?” as I opened the door. Busted. “Yes.” “These, these flags, you must change them,” he pointed to the little South African flags ‘gloves’ adorning the wing mirrors. I stared blankly at him, […]
Tweet I have to admit to a startling and disturbing memory that overtook me as I was driving towards Ventersdorp to watch Eugene Terre’blanche be buried. Thousands of his sad and angry supporters were also driving to that little North West (formerly Western Transvaal) town to bid their white power icon adieu, after he was […]