Siphiwe Ndlovu Charts the Path to Her Debut Novel
January 13, 2021
This is how I choose to remember it. It is late August, 1997. I am getting ready to leave home again this time on my own. I am heading off to college to study Creative Writing. As I pack, I am filled with the familiar feelings that are always brought on by a new beginning excitement, apprehension and curiosity. Because I am going to a school that is far, far away I am saddened by the knowledge that I will not see my family for almost a whole year. Even though I have no idea that seven years will pass before I see most of my family again, tears find their way onto the clothes that I pack with the help of my aunt who will die much too young and much too soon. Although we both do not know what the future holds we choose to share this moment the way that we do not laughing or quarreling as we often have done, but quietly already making homes within ourselves for future losses and regrets.
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Butch s Story of the Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
By Butch Dale Friday, January 8, 2021 4:00 AM Once upon a time, a Town Mouse visited a cousin who lived in the country. For lunch, the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots and acorns. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, only nibbling at his food, and making it plain that he was only eating to be polite. After the meal, the Town Mouse bragged about how nice his life was in the city, while the Country Mouse quietly listened. They then went to bed in a cozy little nest and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In his sleep, the Country Mouse dreamed he was a Town Mouse with all of the luxuries and delights of city life that his friend had described. He wanted to live in a big fancy house, eat sumptuous meals and experience the exciting nightlife of the big city.
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Dec. 30, 2020
Photojournalist Miri (Miriam) Tzahi was an unusual figure among local photographers. Not only because she was a woman and religious, but also because she began her career at the relatively advanced age of 40. Nor did she shrink from taking pictures in dangerous places, including after she became a grandmother.
On Tuesday Tzahi, who was famed for the images she captured in the Jewish settlements and the Palestinian communities in the West Bank and Gaza Strip over decades of life, died of cancer, at age 66.
Tzahi was born in 1954 in Jaffa, in the (now demolished) Manshiyya neighborhood, to parents who immigrated from Turkey. Her father, David, was a dockworker at the Jaffa Port. He gave her a camera for her bat mitzvah, “even though there was barely enough money for food at home,” as she later told the right-wing Zionist weekly Makor Rishon, the main newspaper for which she worked as a photographer.