How to Bully a War ‘Veteran’?

‘Steek hom!’ Roland suddenly yells. Jimmy, a man in his 40ies, quivers as if he was hit by a lightning. ‘Aaahh, fuck!’ he swears and bows down quickly while burying his head in his arms. Then he comes up again. ‘Mommy!’ one of the young men adds sarcastically in a shrill tone. The others . . . → Read More: How to Bully a War ‘Veteran’?

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

MXit Relationship Problems

Juan met Martina in a chatroom on MXit, a free instant messaging application which runs on mobile phones. They had already agreed upon that they would take an HIV test to be able to keep it ‘romantic’. Artificial barriers, Juan holds, should not spoil the first date. After a week of one-on-one messaging they met for . . . → Read More: MXit Relationship Problems

Condoms, Men & ‘Burned Rubber’

It is only five minutes by car to the bottle store. On our way back we stop at another shop to buy a Coke to mix with the Kipfontein brandy we just procured. It is cheaper there. I enter together with Tony, a young man who goes out with Karol’s cousin. The young female cashier looks . . . → Read More: Condoms, Men & ‘Burned Rubber’

The Pressure to Indulge: Cape Town’s legal smoking and drinking cultures

‘What is this?’ Roland asks me when I pull out a little envelope with a single cigarette in it. I do so to curb the habit I developed anew through research on men and masculinities. But here people who buy single cigarettes are seen with suspicion. He shakes his head and smiles. In contrast to the . . . → Read More: The Pressure to Indulge: Cape Town’s legal smoking and drinking cultures

Contested Spaces: Whose the Boss of Paradise Park?

A man in his 50ies passes on the street below the veranda in a public housing complex somewhere in Cape Town’s Northern Suburbs. His stature is sturdy and he wears a full mustache. ‘This guy thinks he is something like the boss of this place,’ the 22-year old Juan asserts. The man was one of the . . . → Read More: Contested Spaces: Whose the Boss of Paradise Park?

‘I’m a player’: Sexual Conquest Stinson Style

Jako sits on the table and scribbles a cross on a piece of paper while looking at his cell phone. The cross looks like the zef tattoo inked into the white skin of his upper arm. It bears the initials of the US rapper Tupac Shakur. Yesterday, he went to the jol, he says. His girlfriend . . . → Read More: ‘I’m a player’: Sexual Conquest Stinson Style

The Muslim brother

‘Heil Hitler’ yells the lady and raises her arm. Then Dudrik blasts in to tell her that I am not fond of ‘him’. I hate when people respond like this because I’m from Germany but this time it is rather comical. The grey haired woman looks at me with her eyes wide opened while cowing on . . . → Read More: The Muslim brother

Becoming a father: News from George

I meet George on a parking in front of a supermarket. He is happy to see me and so am I. The young man and his wife Tiffany moved into a new home a couple of weeks ago, since we haven’t met. Tiffany doesn’t feel well. “She is vomiting and does not want you to see . . . → Read More: Becoming a father: News from George

War, Drugs, and Strip Clubs: An Ex-Combatant Speaks

Patiently I wait for almost one hour until Amy approaches the gate in her mother’s car. The English pasture shines green behind the wall that encloses the one storied suburban family home. A White man in his fourties gets out of the car, followed by a young woman I havn’t met before. He identifies as English . . . → Read More: War, Drugs, and Strip Clubs: An Ex-Combatant Speaks