AFRICAN BEADS STORIES

WOW!!!! It has been such a looong time since I started writing here. I mean, my last article was published on May 2020 after a visit to the famous township of Soweto. I remember that year, I had a blast and was excited about the new stories I was founding here in the this city of gold. I must admit, personally. I was also going through a lot and didn't know where the hatred came from. I mean, I've always been a nice girl raised up in church and have all mannners in check. So who would dare touch me? A God loving woman, prayerful woman? A multi-award-winning journalist whose work has been published in Ilizwi, Herald,Sowetan, Sunday Times and even had a stint in the Mail and Guardian's Amabhungane investigative journalist centre. I mean, I am a South African legend in this industry. A veteran of the struggle and I can sniff and root out a corrupt company, government officials etc a miles away. I am a trained but now self appointed country'

That was a question I was asked on Fathers Day last year. At the time I was still drunk on the word received from my church. I had honoured an invitation from my Bracken High School friend, Nalo. The girl who decided to shortened my name from Khanyiswa to Khanyi so to accommodate all the white speakers who found it difficult to pronounce the swa, the last three names of my full name. So there I was in Soweto, at this different kind of church where R60 offering is collected at the gate before you could see the different evangelists, prophets,apostles and pastors of this different church took to the show grounds to wow congregants with their car spinning skills. The Bible was the line up of BMW 320 or BMW 3 series E21 cars renamed to Tezza, MA. ERA, Izinyoka nyoka and Skudunga. These cars to wow the crowd as they spin on the field until all tires were damaged or the sport referee calls them out as soon as he spot danger. When watching the sport live, you can't help b

IT took a lot for me to gather courage and blog today. I mean so much has happened and critics have been on my case on the blog, the grammar and spelling errors in my other posts. So much had been said to the point that, I my self lost the confidence and focus of why the blog was started in the first place. First and foremost, it was so that I can continue write African Stories. Especially positive stories coming out of the hood or black community of South Africa. The second point was that, I as a beneficiary of many youth empowerment project that were ran in the 90s and saw me benefit from them, I would also go back to centres like, Youth Alive, Teen Out Reach and the Gifted Child Programme and maybe schools around to teach and learn from the new generation how stories are told. Of course, English is the universal language but growing up in South Africa before our democracy, I always had an attitude towards it and Afrikaans. Thanks to the legacy of former statesman and