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Which Political Party Feeds South Africa's Minds and Hearts?
How a song, a burning university, and a DM turned my politics inside out I didn’t cry over a speech. I didn’t cry over a march. I cried over graphs. For years I had defended the DA as the “grown-up” option. In Politics 101 debates, I played the calm one: “They’re rational.” “They protect institutions.” “They’ll keep investor confidence.” “They’re non-racial.” I knew the vocabulary by heart: fiscal discipline, policy certainty, rule of law. Speaking like that felt safe. It fel

Lisulenkosi Khuzwayo
5 days ago
POST-’94: ECONOMIC RIVALRY BETWEEN THE BLACK ELITE AND COLONIAL INHERITORS
The Only Honest Story South Africa Refuses To Tell South Africa’s post-1994 transition is usually narrated as a triumph of reconciliation, a moral victory of democracy, and a symbolic transfer of political power. But beneath this soft-focus storyline lies the real conflict that has shaped the republic since day one — a conflict almost never acknowledged openly: The emerging Black elite and the colonial inheritors were always on a collision course. This is the only honest stor

Lisulenkosi Khuzwayo
6 days ago


Loose Ends: A South African Reflection in Venice
Hands Across Generations – Diaspora Connection Author: Lisu Khuzwayo Some moments don’t ask for attention, but stay with you anyway. They unfold quietly, without warning, yet hold the weight of entire histories. Mine began in Venice, on a trip that was meant to be about learning. It became something else. In my final year at Kearsney College, I was selected to join an academic tour to Italy and England—two weeks abroad, far from South African soil, with the promise of cultura

Lisulenkosi Khuzwayo
Jul 22


This I Believe
By Lisu Khuzwayo Reflecting on my life, I acknowledge that I have endured significant hardship—baggage, trauma, inner turmoil, and hate. These experiences have imparted invaluable lessons on what not to become. My mother disciplined me in the traditional African way, with whipping belts and haunting screams. Through this, I first grasped the depths of life and the essence of HLONIPHA—respect. “Why are you crying?” “You think you’re clever?” “Yes, tell me why you are sorry?”

Lisulenkosi Khuzwayo
May 10
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