I’ve always considered myself a young male who characterized himself by his virtuous existence, ready to embrace his lineage and reproduce his ancestry, the manifest of which would be his very own small person. Whilst wandering haphazardly about the Rosebank mall, feeling much like a pin-ball trapped in a machine designed by an existentialist, bouncing in and out of the ether, right back into reality and subsequently into the forehead of nothingness I came to the sudden revelation that [...]

There ought to be no worse one can endure than attempting to appreciate one’s relative approaching a cello only to bow it off course, or, amicably attempt to captain a violin only to run it aground. Unfortunately for all, there is indeed a fate far worse, listen to SAFM’s early morning tribute to the narcissist or the hedonistic crie [...]

There ought to be no worse one can endure than attempting to appreciate one’s relative approaching a cello only to bow it off course, or, amicably attempt to captain a violin only to run it aground. Unfortunately for all, there is indeed a fate far worse, listen to SAFM’s early morning tribute to the narcissist or the hedonistic crie [...]

Whilst metallica, “sad but true” echoes my sentiments at this moment –how lame he still listens to Metallica ‘bah humbug youngins’—I find myself in a sort of lull, a calm lilt due to my brief business visit in Nigeria. You see my fears of South Africa turning into a pet-cemetery at th [...]