Wanda Watt
Wanda Watt, an artful intellectual who lives with her bestie Noah Little, is a free-range ruminator who can stomach only so much. Watt’s real identity is known to the editor.
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Good enough in themselves to be the equal of anything
Noah and I are dining together. This sounds grand, but it really isn’t. Dinner in our house, when tête-à-tête, is really supper: a bowl of
Equality is really pie in the sky
The evening is drawing to a close. The professor is not. I am glad, as I am enjoying myself. Some of my guests, Sean not
Ends and means, and what lies between
Seth Allot, retired Prof, may be old, but he still has all his marbles. Ghoens? I doubt it, except metaphysically, though he sure can see
Frankly incensed, Goldilocked, and mirth
My descendants are here, by which I mean the people who descend on us at Christmas. They include my son, Terence, who has never quite
Legislating leg-ups
“So, let’s recap,” says Noah. “B-BBEE, by dividing the population into racial silos and imposing mandatory quotas for each, is racialist in concept. In its
Discrimination ain’t no picnic
“Last week your piece on marbles took the Mickey out of BEE,” says Seamus. “This was morally wrong, very inappropriate and not nearly as funny
Losing our marbles
Down the road is the local Model-C, a nice school but a trifle pigmentally challenged. “More unreformed than transformed,” says Noah. The white parents, who have
The colourific calculus
Last week, I introduced you to the two Irishmen, Sean and Seamus, our friends who live on Paddyfield. Sean owns a medium-sized business in our
Round upon round of oval balls
On a smallholding close by, known to us as the Paddyfield, live two lovely Irishmen, Seamus Baddely and Sean O’Boulle. Seamus, who for obvious reasons
Trans-sports
When I told Noah that I proposed to write about transsexuals a second time, he popped his clogs. “Stuck record” was one of his comments;