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Pro wrestlers…they are storytellers. They use the ring as their canvas, their blank page, to entertain, amuse and shock us. Whether it’s a Hulk Hogan legdrop on a giant, or it’s “The Chairshot Heard Around the World”, it’s hard to look at professional wrestlers as anything other than artists. But the ring…that’s just their public…
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There’s this phrase I hear from time to time. It goes, “everyone is a little bisexual.” I’m not going to argue its validity or anything, but it does get me thinking. Namely, that sexual orientation isn’t as black-and-white as “who you sleep with”. See, I believe that romantic relationships have two main components: the sexual…
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The road to democracy did not begin when Nelson Mandela stepped out of Victor Verster in February 1990, regardless of what our revisionist historians would have you believe. Our road to democracy was fraught with the sight of black bodies laying lifeless on the streets, with the image of old Boere men clad in police…
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I have a question to begin proceedings: Why do we find it so easy to pass judgement on others? This country has one of the most liberal Constitutions in the world, but as we all know, a document written in Pretoria doesn’t exactly give a clear reflection of the cities, the small towns, the townships,…
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Love. Oh, that four-lettered word. I’ve never felt comfortable writing about love, because I feel like my experiences are somewhat different to those of the average person. There is my tendency to linger after my exes, my inability to ask somebody out without the use of a touch screen and a social network, and of…
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The silent killer. Many diseases in world history have been given that moniker- HIV/AIDS, diabetes, even tuberculosis. Yet, the one killer that is almost never spoken about- the true silent killer that lurks around our society- is depression. As a young black man, I can tell you that talk of mental health- never mind depression-…
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My birthday. The anniversary of the day I was born. 19 years ago, I became my own person. I left my mother’s womb, and began a life that continues to this day. I’m thinking about February 5, 1997. Not just how I was born, but the entire world at that time. My grandparents were still…
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My social anxiety, I think, was born out of a need to be loved; to be accepted. And indeed I was accepted, but only under certain conditions. First, as the fat one. Then, as the stuttering one. Followed by smart, the the snooty intellectual. Whenever I tried to show that I was more than just…
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Why is homosexuality still a hot topic in 2015? Is the conservative nature of our country to blame? Is it the discriminatory overtones that still exist in black culture? Are religious affiliations the main dilemma? We were bred for development- not just on an individual level, but on a societal level. And it absolutely worries…
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“What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? Without deciding? You just do; you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account- keeping and cannot choose but to love?”-David Foster Wallace These are questions that one wishes…
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