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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Noah on the right to litigate
“Open the floodgates on corruption” says Noah, darkly.
Surviving in an institution – a banking one
Dee Positano is staying with us. I am pleased. I like her even though she is a banker. Some bankers can be nice. Would I
Who’s banking on whom?
My cousin Delia is a banker. Some years ago, on a trip to Italy, she met a man named Positano, married him, and took his
One Settler, One Bulletin
I feel unsettled. Besides being unpleasant, this condition is inappropriate for a woman of a certain age. I should be in a state of feeling
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