Queenstown
By Sandile Dikeni The grass in Queenstown was pink in 1996. Or, at least, so it seemed to Antjie Krog, one bright winter morning after days of dark skies when a feeble footed sun tried, in vain – to pierce obstinate clouds that shrouded the small Eastern Cape town. Queenstown was dark for most of […]
Shoes
Shoeless and bible blacked, Sandile Dikeni recounts childhood kickabouts on uneven playing fields in the Karoo. When we formed Shoes Span, nobody had shoes. The reason for our shoelessness was not a secret, it was simply varied. Out of the team of eleven, nine thought that shoes were made for white boys. And the nine […]
We Used To Dance
Sandile Dikeni reviews We Used To Dance, an album from Andile Yenana. Listen. Digger Jazz, is my brother. Literally and figuratively. I really met him one crispy Sunday morning in the Karoo. I was about ten. It was a beautiful winter morning. I know it was morning because, although the sun was shining, one could observe […]