The Read Aunt Mzansi

I was watching Afternoon Express on SABC3 a few weeks back  . The topic was of 'explicit content', yes, SEX; sexual behaviour, sexual education, sexual curiosity, sexual pleasure, all these sexual talk we never get to have. Because, you know, tradition, religion. It's always talk about the practice of 'safe sex', being faithful, sex for reproduction, sex at a certain age, everything in between, or what we wish could make up a pART of our sex stories, is a taboo. We never talk about the pleasure that comes with sexual intercourse, sexual activities. There are never talks on the responses we get from our bodies, talks on finding that G-spot before your pARTner does. Talks on exploring these bodies of ours. It's always the same Sexual Syllabus year in and year out, generation through generation. Perhaps Darwin died with his evolution? We are cemented in religion and tradition, so much so that we believe a foundation built not on those two (or because our unders...

It appears I've always been a walker. I was never really an 'active' child, but for the most pART of my childhood, I've been walking. Even after tertiary education demanded that I re-locate for a short three years, my shoe soles became no stranger to the narrow and gravel main roads that led to my destinations. While I was in Primary School, I'd walk from my Gran's on Fridays to my Mom's, then back on Sundays; this happened almost every weekend. The distance was about 9,3km. It was no hassle, really. As I grew up though, things changed. I got to a stage where I could walk on my own, until I was pumped with fear. I'm in this unpleasant nostalgic mood relating this pART of my life because, as I was going through my Facebook today, I came across a personal story that ignited the anger that's been trying to 'excuse and justify' the status quo. Ma, I call her. She's Vuyokazi Dejavu Tafari Ngemntu - my Literary Spirit Mother. "The ghet...