Thandi Sebe

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

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 werd...

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

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 t...

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

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 o...

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 an...

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 shoppin...

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

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 g...

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...

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...

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 ...

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:...