I was recently telling some of my comrades that I am fast approaching a decision to cut my hair. For one, it just keeps growing and I don’t know what [I’m going] to do with it. That is still less annoying than the tired questions I get asking me the same thing. The more substantive … Continue reading The Spectre of Hair: A Note on Dehumanised Perception
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Please Do Not Call Me a Rebel
A few days ago I was at the airport waiting for a lift to pick me up. Cape Town weather was a welcoming sight in comparison to the rainy temperament of Johannesburg. Notwithstanding the drought in the city, the symbolic meaning behind a bright and sunny day was uplifting: in the sense that it so … Continue reading Please Do Not Call Me a Rebel
Degrees, Hair and Rebellion: An Overgrowing Path
I’ve been between two thoughts about going and being home for the vac: on the one hand was dreading the confrontation with my mother since discovering my involvement with #RhodesMustFall and #FeesMustFall. This trepidation has since been heightened in the wake of interdicts, suspensions and expulsions and the frequent calls not only asking if I’m … Continue reading Degrees, Hair and Rebellion: An Overgrowing Path