Balls, Rugby And I

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I was a pussy growing up – to put it mildly. I was scrawny, tiny and the youngest in my class all through. Kids picked on me all the time and I couldn’t stand for myself. Mostly, I just broke down and wept – frequently. Tears came easy to me, they held me by the […]

The Base: Of Men, Women and Art

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Casanova? No, I wouldn’t call him that. He’s just good with the ladies, very good. Maybe mostly because he’s tall ,dark and can sing himself out of anything … apart from knickers. Those he croons into. “…manze sijawai rada mamanzi…” He says that while cutting up a fish finger, the fork pierces it cleanly, then […]