A Life Worth Celebrating

Sinawo Bukani

I have always been the kind of person that celebrates others. I absolutely love seeing those I care about succeed in their lives. I am the friend that gets sent pictures of bags and accessories when they’ve been bought; new hairstyles and even random selfies fill up the gallery folder on my phone because my friends know how much I’m always their biggest cheerleader. I remember as I was posting a status congratulating a friend on getting her license, a voice spoke into my heart and asked ‘when will it ever be your turn to celebrate yourself?’

I wasn’t sure what that meant and I instantly dismissed it as envy for my wonderful friend. The voice seemed to turn into a consistent humming for the next few weeks that I eventually had to sit down with myself and introspect. I mean I loved my life!!! I was in my mid…

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We Are Stories

Sinawo Bukani

1989: I’m told that this is the year that my young mother buys me at Shoprite and takes me home with her.

1990: I’m dragged around the house by my great grandmother (uMadlomo). This is apparently because I am too heavy for her to carry.

1991: I crawl out of the yard and I go missing for a couple of hours. A man finds me and takes me back home.

1993: Earliest (and the happiest) memory I have is living with my grandmother in a shack in Cape Town. She says whenever the rain would flood our zink shelter, I’d promise her that my mother would soon buy her a house. She never does.

1993: Veliswa buys another baby at Shoprite. The newborn is named Lindokuhle. But will always be called Lindi.

1995: I’m living with my biological father and his two cousins in Butterworth. He is a school teacher…

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Definitely. Maybe

I am typing this from the 40-40 office seated on a couch that isn’t even ours. Uhm, no we did not steal it 🙂 These chairs belongs to the landlord and although we need the, he set a price that is q…

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