White Washed Windies
The Proteas have made amends for their abysmal performance in the T20 World Cup. White washing the West Indies in both the T20 and ODI formats will certainly go some way towards taking the team into a new era. New combinations have been tried, the top order have been in blistering form, but as good as The Proteas were in this series the West Indies were woeful. We need to be cautious in celebrating this victory. Chris Gayle, an individual talent stands head and shoulders above his team. And not just literally. His frustration with his team was exemplified in his blow out with spinner Suleman...
Read MoreThe discourse of a mistake
This world, the world enclosed within these walls, not the world beyond the window, just the world within these walls, is a ballroom. Its people are gaudily dressed, horribly mismatched dancers.The orchestra is unseen but its power is unyielding. With the beat of a drum, the stacatto rhythym of an otherly trumpet, dancers are brought together from across a crowded room. Close enough to lace your hand through his hair, near enough to hear her heart’s whisper. Strangers too are soon friends. Hands and feet shimmy together, eyes shine with laughter, hearts weigh heavily the happiness...
Read MoreSammy wears a huge heart on West Indian sleeves
Hashim Amla may have walked away with his second man-of-the-match award in as many matches but Darren Sammy’s eleventh hour heroics stole the show in Antigua last night. South Africa’s 300 looked an imposing total and though the wicket was an excellent one for batting, the West Indies’ reply was repeatedly stilted by the fall of wickets. (Read more)
Read MoreOn Zapiro’s Draw Muhammed Day cartoon in The Argus
When all hell broke loose after the Mail and Guardian published a cartoon from Zapiro depicting the Prophet Muhammad, The Argus in Cape Town, quoted my blog post in their report of the response to the cartoon. Read it here.
Read MoreLest we become caricatures of ourselves
In South Africa we’re swathing our cars in the national flag, wearing football jerseys to work, trying our damndest to look for some unique way to show off our patriotism. I am a Muslim. I am a South African. I have been blessed to never feel that these identities are irreconcilable. My Muslimness is entrenched in my South Africaness. My South Africaness is connected to my Muslimness. While the rest of the world squabbles over a woman’s right to wear the nikaab, in my neck of the woods, women in nikaab drive cars, work in banks, serve you in stores. And it’s never been anything to...
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