Thandi Sebe

I am driving on my scooter through town early Friday morning, pushing past Lockdown traffic through a densely populated city centre. The sun is too slowly, l...

There is a little girl, no older than 7, her curly hair tied back with a worn-out pompom, dressed in a t-shirt with a faded horse-print and princess shoes,...

Home is my parents‘ house playing Marco Polo in the round plastic pool my father patched frequently „Papa, der Pool muss papariert werden!“ the neighbours w...

Two beautiful women followed by two (bleh) men exit a large Jozi shopping centre. They have clearly just come from the salon; parading their weaves while the...

I recently lost my hair. Pretty much all of it. Well, not quite all, but those on my head at least. I lost the hair we like as opposed to that which we don’...

Being the outsider in our family – the one without knowledge of her own culture, the light one, the „white“ one, the Western one, the European one – many sto...

There is an old bric-a-brac shop on Woodstock main road, lodged between another second hand store and a shop that sells everything from occapipes to blankets...

I went to Slow Cooked Sundays the other day, a really great event that happens every other week, known for its dope music, great vibe, a braai downstairs and...

Last night I went to an event. I’m not sure exactly what it was, somebodie’s farewell, but also a real event with wristbands and a bar and a great DJ set at ...

Rondebosh Main Road, 7.30pm. The sun is setting, but I rush to the little Woolworths on the corner to do some last minute grocery shopping (and by that of co...

In South Africa the month of December is generally regarded as a month of celebration and getting drunk. Also, in South Africa December starts in November. S...

Coming from a meeting with my agency in Rondebosh I decided not to take a Taxify back home but instead revert back to the cheaper option of a main road taxi....

One local resident of Woodstock’s streets came out of a shop with some take-away. We stood at the traffic light together, I waiting for green, him waiting fo...

I have been advised to carry a headscarf with me in my handbag at all times. Why? Oh, just incase my wig gets stolen from off of my head.

Cape Townians are not stingy with compliments. But they also do not hold back on unwanted criticism. A man just straight up told me: „You look horrible!“ as ...

I was sitting at an FNB bank waiting in line for the customer service with another pregnant lady next to me and the assistant ( a man who looks rather banky,...

Loud banging on the door. It is 2am. My mother thinks it might be the Airbnb visitors trying to get in, perhaps too drunk to fit the key into the hole. She o...

A man got out his truck to bug me: „Hey sexy, take me with you what what bla bla“ Then he noticed he had locked his key in the car!

Coming from a casting in town I decided to take the scenic route through the Company’s Gardens, a place I had loved coming to as a child: here we would buy p...

My sister and I went to grab a coffee down at the heavily overpriced Biscuit Mill (or Biscuit Müll if I may try a pun in German). It was so full we sat on th...