Fast-Fashion Store-Front Mannequin

It’s spring time now
And the early morning birds tweet
Songs of optimism and hope
Marching into the dawn with beautiful feet

My store-front window has dated
With winter’s fashion trends
The time of protest, anger and distrust
Seemed to have come to an (un)expected end

Let me dress up my mannequins
With the colours of neighbouring outlets
For my patrons have stopped paying with clicks
Opting for next door’s sonnets

Let me drape its head with quotes
Appropriated from contexts generally unseen
Maybe it will give an appearance nouveau
And get the world to notice me

Let me give its lips a smile and song
Something that may now be hard to do
Because I’d learnt the winter dance and songs so well
And now once again I have to become something new

Yet if I don’t dress it up in seasonal vogue
They may not come inside to see
The apparel sewn by the deepest parts
The doubts and fears and hurts in polychromatic tapestry

But the more my offering changes
To match the song of the birds
The less space left inside the store
To display the original song my heart once heard

The song of freedom and beauty
The melody of glorious things unseen
The secret things that have remained hidden
Because I’ve buried them within

So let me finish dressing my mannequin
To cash in on cryptic social currency
Before it’s time to learn summer’s song
In another escape from social redundancy

The Caricatures We Create

For you fashioned my inmost being; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I thank you because I am awesomely made, wonderfully; your works are wonders —I know this very well. – Dawid Ben Yishai

Watching a child grow up is an interesting thing. Seeing them learn about the world around them, and unconsciously form the personality within them, can leave one enchanted by the spell of God’s providence working in the macro and minute details of the world.


Of Glory & Tongue

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens, and its circuit to the end of them, and there is nothing hidden from its heat.


Revisiting Culture

Decolonisation. This seems to be the word of the day. University  students throughout the country are fighting for a more Afro-centric  curriculum without the baggage of the colonial past. Relaxed hair is now  frowned upon by many, and natural hair is in. African print is en  vogue. Animals are being slaughtered in suburban backyards. Children are  being given long and hard to pronounce names.  Yellow bones are losing  to darker tones. Africa is coming back!


My Personal Views on the UCT Rhodes Issue

During my undergraduate years at the University at Cape Town, I  stayed in the prestigious Smuts Hall, with halls rich in tradition and  rooms with views of the city of Cape Town. 3 times a day, we used to  walk over the parking lot to Fuller Hall for mealtimes, passing the now  controversial statue of Cecil John Rhodes.


African Bank and Good Business

African Bank has been the focus of recent business news in South  Africa for the past few weeks. Everyone has suddenly become an ‘expert  analyst’ on the woes of African Bank, and what they should have done  differently. Should they have bought Ellerines? Should they have closed  down their savings account offering and allowed for a diverse portfolio  of profits? It’s easy to judge when looking back, but a lot more  difficult to give guiding principles when looking forward.


Review: The Founders by Andre Odendaal

For the past four years, I have really enjoyed reading history books,  especially South African and East African history books. About a year  and a half ago, I walked into a new bookshop in Rondebosch, Cape Town to  see if they had any other books of interest. I came across this book  about the origins of the ANC.


Someone to Blame

Isn’t it nice to have someone to blame?

Isn’t it nice to glide out our doors and see hurting, pain and  injustice, and have someone to blame? Isn’t it nice to walk in our shoes  with a hint of superiority perceiving our intentions greater than  others’ actions? Isn’t it nice feeling secure in our fickle securities  of achievement, thinking that it was only by our hard work and  self-created circumstance that we have the privilege we do now, and  others just didn’t work hard enough? Isn’t it nice to ask the question  “What will I lose if I give of myself?” instead of “What will they lose  if I don’t”? Isn’t it nice to have someone to blame?


I Review: David and Goliath by Malcolm Gladwell

Three years ago, a friend of mine and her dad bought me Outliers as a  gift. Before this, I hadn’t really heard of Malcolm Gladwell except a  few references to his book Tipping Point by people I considered somewhat  intellectual. I gave the book a read, and it absolutely blew my mind!  So when his new book, David and Goliath came out, I was reading  pre-release statements, watching videos, and waiting in heavy  anticipation for the book.