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On having a dog put down

Last night, when the rain returned and the light from the robots leaked into the slick dark streets, the dog took a turn for the worse. She was vomiting, her abdomen was distended; she balanced on trembling legs, her hind limbs extended like awkward props. “This dog needs medical attention,” my mother said. I phoned […]

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Never run out of petrol in Libode

We’re in Libode and it doesn’t look good. There isn’t enough in the tank to get us to Mthatha, which is worrying because we’ve been driving up and down pretty much every muddy, rutted track that passes for a road here and there’s no sign of a petrol station. There’s an Absa, a Pep, even […]

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So I witnessed an accident

So I witnessed an accident. There I was on a Friday afternoon, waiting behind a flashy black ML — as you do — indicating to turn right from Bryanston Drive into Wilton Avenue, thinking about how, when I got home, the first thing I would do is phone the doctor’s rooms to find out if […]

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Why is Randburg so depressing?

I don’t know about you, but I find Randburg profoundly depressing. I am not entirely sure why, though I suspect that the reasons are rooted in my childhood. Here’s a thing about Joburg geography. If, like me, you grew up in Sandton (and, even worse, Bryanston, with its intellectually flaccid, waspish assumptions about its own […]