Articles
A fighting family
Simon Nehale’s family began fighting for the freedom of Namibia long before he was born. The family comes from Ondangwa in the north of...
The devil in the bottle
You have never lived until you have been a member of a stokvel. Ask me, I have lived. I can drink for the whole night, my bra. I can tell...
“I am prepared to die”
In the last magazine, you read about Nelson Mandela’s childhood, hisdays as a student, and how he joined and helped change the African...
The voice of the voiceless
Educated people are not the only ones who can write books. Ordinary people, with little education, can also do it. Women from the small...
A hero returns
When Comrade Govan Mbeki entered Port Elizabeth’s townships for the first time in 25 years last month, the sleepy Sunday afternoon turned...
Flowers in the desert
The sun was setting in the blue Namibian sky as we drove into the small town of Karibib on the edge of the Namib desert. Our guide was...
History in Harare
It was a strange sight —a busload of South Africans in Harare, singing about the Freedom Charter. The song came from their hearts — but...
Letters from our readers 1987 No 6
Dear Learn and Teach, I will be happy if you can help me. I want to learn how to play chess but I do not know anyone who can teach me....
The pavement people
The sun does not shine for all of us. For some people it never shines at all. Their day only starts at night when most of us are safely...
Broken promises
“Start a new way of life. Earn well and improve your lifestyle… We help our students find jobs,” says the advert in the newspaper. The...
A fighter and a gentleman
When the small, gentle looking man with spectacles opened the door at the house in Noordgesig, we thought we had come to the wrong place....
