Race and colour never existed for me. Full stop.
Why the heck do I live in Roodepoort?
To show my regret, I would like to take you all for a burger at the Spur. It’s on me.
This will be a regular column in which I will try to solve those little mysteries of life
A strange sight greeted me at my humble abode.
Up until a few years ago I was regarded as a hell-raising, gun-toting (not really, but it does sound very macho), eccentric, radical, sworn bachelor.
A 760km ride on the beautiful back roads of our beautiful country.
The receptionist phoned me and said a resident wanted to speak to me about a brothel in Witpoortjie.
There is no such thing as an accident.
Are you unpatriotic?
Lekker, maar gevaarlik ook.