October 10, 2020My Stories of SA Whose bed can you hide under? I was travelling home from a dinner with some friends. Zola*, my uber driver, strikes up a conversation. Like many drivers he […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
April 30, 2018October 10, 2020My Stories of SA, Uncategorized What to do when your country is hurting? (The Blog’s dedication story) In 1994 South Africans were going through the first general election and hope was soaring… … and I […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
November 26, 2013November 26, 2013My Stories of SA Instead of freedom we got democracy – woza moya “Instead of Freedom we got democracy” says John Kani, actor, play wright and executive trustee of the Market Theatre in Johannesburg, South […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
September 17, 2013October 2, 2013My Stories of SA Making friends in Jozi (Johannesburg) Imagine a 40 year old white woman on the side of Republic Road trying to hail a minibus taxi. Not too much […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
September 9, 2013October 2, 2013My Stories of SA My Afrikaner identity Let’s talk about adultery. At a theatre workshop after introducing ourselves, we were asked to complete he sentence “I am…” Someone said, […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
September 2, 2013August 28, 2013My Stories of SA Stereo types come from somewhere I love to thwart stereotypes. When I ride my bicycle into Stellenbosch kitted out from head to foot in corporate gear complete […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
August 27, 2013My Stories of SA Cut Throat Rag doll Written and performed in Dec 2009 by Petro Janse van Vuuren as part of a life story project with 7 other women. […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
August 19, 2013May 21, 2016Commissioned Stories, My Stories of SA Skin Sisters: A story for women about making peace with skin colour About the story I created this story for a women’s day celebration on a wine farm just outside Stellembosch. In our audience […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print
August 12, 2013My Stories of SA Travelling on trust This is a hair raising story of what happened the day I found myself woman alone in a moving car on an […] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Print (Opens in new window) Print