The privilege of watching history unfold
I grew up during apartheid. As a child, that was simply the world I knew. Like every generation before us, we accepted the circumstances into which we were born because we knew nothing different.
Home is where the Lowveld sun shines
A three-week road trip through the Cape became much more than a holiday. It was a journey back to lifelong friendships, shared memories and the comforting reminder that, after every adventure, there really is no place like home.
Die laaste "innings" en my liggaam speel skielik vir die ander span
Eendag het ek nog gedink ek is jonk genoeg om berge te versit, en die volgende oggend het ek besef my liggaam het blykbaar sy eie vakbond gestig.
The longest night is finally behind us
Do our children know why we celebrate Youth Day?
On June 16, 1976, thousands of school learners took to the streets to protest against the apartheid government's decision to enforce Afrikaans as a medium of instruction in all schools.
Daar is dié wat aanhou oefen… en dan is daar die res van ons
Sommige mense hardloop marathons op sestig. Ander van ons raak moeg as ons die bed opmaak. Ek was nog nooit eintlik sportief nie, daar was meer kultuur in my lyf...
Wanneer selfs die wildtuin nie meer veilig voel nie
Vir baie Laevelders is die Kruger méér as net ’n park, dit is deel van ons. Wat gebeur egter wanneer selfs hierdie wêreldbekende toevlugsoord geraak word deur die land se groeiende misdaadkrisis?