Thandi Sebe

She didn’t have a name. She didn’t need one, because I never had a reason to call her; wherever I went, she was already with me, right...

Ein staubiger Pfad, eine grün-braun gefleckte Rasenfläche, davor der Kanal. Auf dem Rasen vereinzelt Bäume, Hundehäufchen,...

My mother recently told me that I too, like Thandi Newton, was supposed to have been a Thandiwe. It seems she had forgotten about it but...

see the wind tickle the trees and hear them laugh watch them jiggle with joy lay down on your back and glide your hands above the dewy...

A couple of years ago I wrote a theatre play while I was living in Berlin. It was in this time that I came into the habit of going for a...

Her seed has scattered across the world and blossomed across valleys across countries across continents from Johannesburg to Berlin...

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

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...

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

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

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...

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

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

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...

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.