Ghetto Dances: Surely, the bubble will burst
Ghetto dances: This was a moment I could cherish forever
Ghetto dances: I made the most of it like there was no tomorrow
Electricity dilemma
Ghetto: Where spirit of ubuntu stands out
The pain, humiliation that comes with being penniless is unbearable
Ghetto dances: When love of money goes beyond bounds of sanctity
The day was still young and I had not expected to see many people. I was wrong. We took our seats in the far right corner which was diagonally opposite the door. We could easily see those coming in and those going out. “Look in that other corner!” Said Baba VaTata. I looked in the direction where his forefinger was pointing at. I could see about three deadbeat guys crowding around a half-empty bottle of Chibuku, a popular traditional brew. I say popular because one did not need to dig too deep to buy it and get drunk I am digressing, but please allow me, but whoever came up with this brew invention had communism in mind.
Ghetto dances: When love of money goes beyond bounds of sanctity
The day was still young and I had not expected to see many people. I was wrong. We took our seats in the far right corner which was diagonally opposite the door. We could easily see those coming in and those going out. “Look in that other corner!” Said Baba VaTata. I looked in the direction where his forefinger was pointing at. I could see about three deadbeat guys crowding around a half-empty bottle of Chibuku, a popular traditional brew. I say popular because one did not need to dig too deep to buy it and get drunk I am digressing, but please allow me, but whoever came up with this brew invention had communism in mind.
Ghetto dances: The long walk back home and I bumped into Rasta
With Onie Ndoro I found Baba VaTata hovering by his gate. To say gate would be respectful. It was more like a soccer goalpost as all the wires and some angle bars were all missing. Because of that, it could not be a gate. Baba VaTata had witnessed everything. “Hehehe, my friend, I see you […]
