The Zulu AWB Man

In the wake of the murder of the right wing leader Eugene Terre'Blanche, the AWB has dusted off their khakis and flags. As much as I do not understand the right wing mind, I have always been somewhat curious. Perhaps because I do not have a culture of my own to protect with such conviction. But nothing could have prepared me for Piet.
Piet Dlamini is no ordinary AWB supporter. He is a one of a kind, and as some of you are wondering he is the real deal. When he spoke about the murder of his Terre'Blanche he cried, speaking of the former right wing leader as 'my beginning and my end.'
I had heard of this man before we managed to track him down, and was sceptical as to the authenticity of what I had heard. But hearing him speak about his 'king' referring to Terre'Blanche was mind blowing. He loved the man and went to great lengths explaining the qualities he admired in him.
Paddy Harper wrote a lovely piece entitled 'Humble Gardener Mourns 'Father' which is online at http://www.timeslive.co.za/sundaytimes/article397310.ece/Humble-gardener-mourns--father
I have thought about Piet long and hard over the past few days, and at the end of it I am still stumped trying to work out why a black man is fixated by a right wing group. He sincerely loves the Afrikaans culture which is evident by the pictures on his wall.

I hope to visit Piet Dlamini in the near future.

No Civil War

When news of the murder of leader of the right wing AWB Eugene Terre'Blanche made the news I had a feeling that the weather was no longer the first topic of conversation. Civil war, retaliation by the AWB, security and the World Cup.

Well, it looks as though the man on the street, or on the side of the soccer pitch, is thinking a little differently. Who really wants a war anyway?

The Assignments I Love

There are times when assignments work out beautifully. Today was one of those days. But now it is late and I am back on assignment with the client in the morning so it is off to bed.

The Street Formerly Known As...

I am sometimes confused. And with more than 100 street names changed in Durban I am more so. In some places the old names are still up below the new names. In other places only the new names are present. People have taken to spray painting over the new names in black, leavingmeeven more confused.

One thing I know is that this is my land and my home.

PS This is a picture of Dr Pixley Kaseme Street formerly West Street in the Durban city centre.

Little Treasures

We moved back to Durban just more than three years ago. I thought I was moving back to somewhere familiar. I was wrong.

Things had changed, people had moved on. And I had changed. One of the first places we discovered was Treasure Beach, and a treasure it is.

A Thousand Hills and One Old Bike

I am not sure whether this is an art work. Maybe this is what life imitating art is?

Durban Sunrise

Sometimes you just have to stop and watch the sun rise. And when sunrise is at around 5am in Durban during summer I miss more than I should. I was fortunate to be on the road this morning to cover the Dusi canoe marathon this morning and photographed this beauty.