Mythic Poison: A Man Fears his Wife

‘The stress is gonna kill me,’ Lukaya points out and refers to his high blood pressure. He sits on a toolbox in a shed made out of corrugated iron shining bright like silver. I feel sorry about him. More than three years ago he welcomed me into his house ‘like a son’. He did not want . . . → Read More: Mythic Poison: A Man Fears his Wife

Love & Simulated Pregnancy

I give Juan a lift to his (ex)girlfriend. We ride on one of Cape Town’s highways to reach her workplace, a pub. They haven’t seen each other since she simulated a pregnancy. When we arrive Marika smiles. Both disappear. I sit at the bar and think of reasons why she could have simulated the pregnancy. ‘Men . . . → Read More: Love & Simulated Pregnancy

Male Mother Worried about Becoming (Grand)Father

‘He’s definitely not a man at this stage,’ Juan’s father Willem asserts. We sit in the lounge of his apartment in Paradise Park. His son told him lately that he might become a dad. ‘What? Dad?!’ was the seniors first response. Willem tried to be as composed as possible and immediately raised practical issues. He urged . . . → Read More: Male Mother Worried about Becoming (Grand)Father

Fatherhood on the Edge: A Pregnancy Test Drama

Juan gesticulates me to the veranda. ‘I have news,’ he frowns and looks to the ground with a mixture of excitement and remorse. We always talk about personal stuff outside. There is little privacy in the flat. Outside he starts to talk about his weekend. We went to his ex-girlfriend’s bar. I left when I deemed . . . → Read More: Fatherhood on the Edge: A Pregnancy Test Drama

Tik, Tik, Tik: Methamphetamine Rage in Cape Town’s Suburbs

‘I will kill you,’ somebody yells outside. I’m sitting on a chair and look through the open door into the stairway hall on what seemed to be a peaceful morning. Juan gets up hastily and runs out to see what’s going on. Then a young woman runs up the stairs and hides on the first floor. . . . → Read More: Tik, Tik, Tik: Methamphetamine Rage in Cape Town’s Suburbs

Mixed Feelings: ‘My wife’s boss is a lesbian’

Today is Tiffany’s first day at her new workplace. “You must see Tiffany. She’s so happy and I’m happy for her,” George says on our way to the mall. The new coffee shop hasn’t opened yet. She has merely to watch the laborers who are still busy with painting. Tiffany is supposed to keep the “darkies”, . . . → Read More: Mixed Feelings: ‘My wife’s boss is a lesbian’

Tik Bail Out: A Risky Endeavor

Since my last visit David moved into another hokkie, this is how wooden sheds are called in the Cape Flats. It is located in a backyard behind a narrow gate. The place seems to be secured like a fortress. A dog is barking and must be locked in first. The landlady living in the main house . . . → Read More: Tik Bail Out: A Risky Endeavor

The World Cup in Town: Sick of Soccer!

George’s foster mother laments that the children will have longer holidays due to the Soccer World Cup. “We have a lot of Coloured people here in Cape Town. The youngsters will gang up! Gang – do you understand?” She gesticulates with her hands as if holding an imaginary ball. “They are like a pack of dogs, . . . → Read More: The World Cup in Town: Sick of Soccer!

Being a poor ‘Whitey’

I was tired from a night spent in the air high above Africa. Still I wanted to accompany the couple to the mall where I had to check what happened to my rental car. I hoped that he George would have a car to make a quick turn to the next shopping mall but he didn’t. . . . → Read More: Being a poor ‘Whitey’

My new suburban home

It was a sunny morning in autumn when I arrived in the mother city. The airport had changed significantly. It seemed that everybody was training for the world cup that was about to start in 26 days. The rental car area became almost as big as the old arrival hall. After a failed attempt to pick . . . → Read More: My new suburban home