Chronicles of a barely functioning adult who likes to dance, think, talk, argue, eat, drink, movie, quiz, sleep, laugh...and try not set her apartment on fire.
Hi everyone. My mom has finally put her lovely cottage (and my student days home) up on Airbnb. If you're coming for a visit in Joburg you couldn't find a better host!
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They tattooed the lives of their elders on their skin.
It was a living memorial of the deeds of those who came before.
And a reminder:
Their deeds would adorn those who came after.
He missed using film.
It wasn't so bad seeing the ghosts that turned up, weeks later, in the developed photos.
Not like digital. Seeing the dark shape on the screen, moments after the shot.
The hairs on his neck rising.
Feeling a draft, maybe. Or fingertips.
He missed film.
Read all the way through. My immediate reaction aligns with this. Same thoughts for when that church burnt down. Rich (which is inevitably largely white) people could solve poverty if they wanted to...
Okay, let๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝs get serious about this petrol attendant who gave the nice white lady R100.
Yes, as @MaS1banda said: kindness begets kindness and thatโs true. On the surface.
In a country like South Africa, not even kindness can be divorced from politics.
Hanging out with my friend Jules.
Her son: why is mommy crying?
His older sister and my goddaughter: she's not crying, she's laughing. Whenever Aunty Kat is here they sound like that.
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conversations between certain people about certain topics i thought i would never see in my lifetime: neil gaiman and monica lewinsky discussing my tits. #ihavearrived
If you've ever been curious about my company - we've started an Instagram chronicling our work. I'd love it if you'd go give it a follow!
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