The Beauty of Difference

There are many things I love about Swaziland. Most of all, if I had to say, is the language. Of course I have become fond of the Swazi people, quirks and all, but I find it hard to ‘love’ any group of people, including my ‘own’ Australians, for love seems to be an emotion best served when it is not directed towards groups.


Beat the drum, not the woman

Like a well-oiled machine, the campaign known as Sixteen Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence is rolling around again. We can expect a number of gala dinners, breakfast meetings, and some well-intentioned and inflated jargon about “ending this scourge”.

Jargon hurts the poor

“Gender-sensitive multi-sectoral capacity building facilitates knowledge sharing and engages stakeholders in inclusive green growth.” If you understand that sentence, says journalist Floyd Whaley, you probably work in the world of international development.

The first world secret

Quality mass education, from kindergarten through to university and then encouraged all the way through life, with creativity, discipline, and freedom of enquiry at its core, is the surest way to jump into the slipstream of the First World.

A ballsy effort

I ventured along to Somhlolo Stadium last Sunday for the match against Sierra Leone and was inspired by the effort of the Swazi players. I thought the captain, Tony ‘TT’ Tsabedze, played a true skipper’s match.

Slogan in progress

Something is missing from this column. Something essential is absent. If this column is to be taken seriously is needs a slogan – a catchy phrase that sums up the gist of the column’s mission. And it is not only a slogan that is missing. We also need a Vision Statement and a Mission Statement.

In search of a sorry platform

I must offer an apology. Last week I wrote a column about a serious topic. I wrote about the idea of objectivity in journalism. I was thinking out aloud whether objectivity – being impartial and detached from the subject you are writing about – is always a good thing when covering a story.

Thank you, friend

A wise man once told me his definition of a successful life. On his deathbed the wise man said he wanted to look back and know that he had lived life with five true friends. A simple and fulfilling definition of success.

Mandela’s way with words

Mandela’s genius, despite his many self-proclaimed flaws and despite his one-time attachment to justifiable violence, was his ultimate and unyielding belief in the power of dialogue: his belief that within words lay the seeds to build a practical and symbolic sense of togetherness.