thandisebeNov 25, 20216 minMy Little Black DollShe 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...
thandisebeNov 25, 20212 minKranke KulisseEin staubiger Pfad, eine grün-braun gefleckte Rasenfläche, davor der Kanal. Auf dem Rasen vereinzelt Bäume, Hundehäufchen,...
thandisebeApr 28, 20214 minAbout Naming and Identity (And how I share a Story with Thandi Newton) 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...
thandisebeJan 27, 20211 minMiraclessee 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...
thandisebeDec 2, 202012 minThe Men we Love 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...
thandisebeJun 14, 20201 minScattered but Never Lost Her seed has scattered across the world and blossomed across valleys across countries across continents from Johannesburg to Berlin...
thandisebeMay 27, 20201 minCape Town Stories 28I am driving on my scooter through town early Friday morning, pushing past Lockdown traffic through a densely populated city centre. The...
thandisebeMay 17, 20207 minThe Little Girl and Her Quest for NormalThere 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...
thandisebeMay 17, 20202 minHome Is Home is my parents‘ house playing Marco Polo in the round plastic pool my father patched frequently „Papa, der Pool muss papariert...
thandisebeMay 17, 20201 minJoburg Stories Two beautiful women followed by two (bleh) men exit a large Jozi shopping centre. They have clearly just come from the salon; parading...
thandisebeMay 17, 20204 minPersonal Growth > hair growthI 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...
thandisebeMay 17, 20209 minReturning Home Being the outsider in our family – the one without knowledge of her own culture, the light one, the „white“ one, the Western one, the...
thandisebeApr 23, 20205 minCape Town Stories 27 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...
thandisebeApr 23, 20202 minCape Town Stories 26I 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...
thandisebeApr 23, 20204 minCape Town Stories 25Last 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...
thandisebeApr 23, 20202 minCape Town Stories 24 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...
thandisebeApr 23, 20204 minCape Town Stories 23In South Africa the month of December is generally regarded as a month of celebration and getting drunk. Also, in South Africa December...
thandisebeApr 23, 20204 minCape Town Stories 22Coming 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...
thandisebeApr 23, 20201 minCape Town Stories 21One 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...
thandisebeApr 23, 20201 minCape Town Stories 20I 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.