For the first time in my career, I would wrestle at night with this evil and my faith in humanity has corroded, I guess.
What does the death of a 21-year-old white rapper have to do with Roodepoort?
Bleeding at my typewriter
Political correctness is tyranny dressed up as good manners. Finish and klaar
But if I drive on my scooter from Wilro Park to the office in Witpoortjie when the temperature is 1°, it feels like an eight-hour journey.
I AM FREE
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.