AFRICAN BEADS STORIES

Hellow everyone, ke summer boss mo South Africa. This is the time where everyone who is still in the office gets irritated because e-mails communication comes back with an automatical seasonal greetings. By this time, the receiver or the person whom the message is meant for is either on holiday or if you are a journalist in the newsroom your e-mail will be read next year and by then, the story will be long over. When I worked in the coast. I used to love this time of the season, I never took leave in December No! Not me, I was out there, writing about girls wearing bekinis at Kings Beach, fun things to do at Hobbie Beach or that exciting opening of the Summer season at Summerstrand Beach. I love December and all the fun stuff that comes with the festive season. Hence, when I received an invitation to attend King of Gomara's birthday party I really didn't hesitate. The old man, the God father of many and government of the oldest township in South Africa was on a...

FEW years ago, just before the Covid 19 lockdown. I had the pleasure of meeting up and be part of a small acting workshop group that met every Sunday afternoon at the workers museum in off Mary Fitzgerald Square down town Johannesburg. Back then, I was preparing and focusing on going full time on my art. By then, I had done everything that I thought would please amongst others, my father who was against the idea of me becoming a full time artist and making a living out of it as my childhood dream. I had ticked all the boxes to prove not only to the public but to myself that I was educated enough to make and maintain myself through art. Through working as a domestic worker, security guard and later print journalist. I had earned all the experiences needed to manage, budget and use my money wisely. So financial savy that, when I started my beads business, I had no car instalment as the Toyota Etios 2012 model payment was long over even before I purchased my second property. ...