Exorcising cancer cells in Government relations

Whilst we are on the topic of getting rid of rogue elements within the government and its agencies:  how about… Another Special State Capture Report (the Report) (led by the Public Protector with the services of a retired Justice of the Constitutional Court enlisted as the Commissioner, together with the services of two practicing Senior…

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Goodbye Sis’ Khwezi – though we continue to fail you

Khwezi has died, and we will learn a lot more of her now, than we would have when she was alive and forced into exile, only to return to oblivion until her death. I wish to preface my note on the following grounds: (1) I cannot possibly imagine what Sis’ Fezekile might have experienced that…

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The real sports transformation project lies not at national level

As a little boy, I witnessed my first live sports encounter from the veranda of our humble home in Sada (Hewu). Across the road, and a further 50 or so metres from there, was the rugby field that was home to the Wallabies Rugby Club. The field was hard – pure ground – without a…

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My first day at a Model C school

As some may recall, 1991 heralded the watershed year where the Model C schools were to open their doors of learning to the whole South Afrikan population. My first taste of the Model C school society came sometime that year. That day, I left Zwelitsha, just outside eQonce, and headed to eMonti. Together with Mama…

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What I learned whilst slaughtering a cow

As soon as I had arrived from the Gauteng province (in time for lunch) and the excitement of my December homecoming now old news, I was given the itinerary for the day: “Mamela mfana, umnintsi umsebenzi ekumele siwenze ngelixeshana nikhoyo, ungekafiki umghidi.” (Listen young man, there is plenty of work to be done whilst you…

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How to transform the Boks…

The first time I heard of the Springboks was in 1993. My earliest recollection of this national brand was the lost (0-1) home series against the French. The only thing I recall from this was the heavy scar on the face of the Les Blues’ captain, Jean-Francois Tordo, giving the thumbs up as he left…

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The untold history lesson…

I have spent a good two hours writing this exam paper and am relieved to be finally constructing a good response, with just over an hour to go before “pens down”. No later than my relief came, the intercom rings, and with that my answer vanishes. “The school is requested to please stop writing, stand…

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Batho pele, we need servants not rulers

For many outside his country, he remains nondescript. For the people of Uruguay — their president embodies the calling of being a true civil servant. Colloquially, he is known as the world’s poorest president. An assessment of his lifestyle may just confirm that to be true. He, however, disputes that he is poor. Rather, he…

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