Many of us are now planning for Christmas, and trying to figure out how we will navigate this new climate, where we are required to be socially distant from our loved ones during intimate Christmas dinners and New Year's Eve parties and New Year's Day braais.

All this talk about snakes and riches is not new to most of us, of course. For the longest of time, it was the only way darkies could explain how one could manage to build a three-storey house in a township sans the right skin colour and generational wealth.

Will my son ever go? I'd rather cocoon him than wonder if he'll ever come back home

Big black pot awaited filling

It's worse if your little prince can't stand rural life

I only started paying attention to Finance Minister Tito Mboweni's aspirations to become some sort of "foodie social influencer" just this year.

I recently reconnected with Sibusiso, a very good friend of mine. In the past decade, we have not seen each other but the magic of telecoms has always kept us close, and we are hoping that soon we will get together again.

I always shake my head at my son when I observe just how entitled he is to space.

I have quite an active imagination, and I still could not picture "imagundane emali".

I look good on paper, by any standard. If you are reading my papers, you will get a picture of academic excellence and an enviable career.