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Friendzone: Lesego Kgosimolao

The years following the 1994 elections were a bit strange in Pretoria, the place where I grew up. I was somewhere between Primary and High school and people were doing either one of the following things: sending their kids to schools that are not in the township or moving to suburbs to be close to the schools that wouldn't allow kids "who lived too far."
So when the "let's send out kids to suburban schools wave" hit, my parents did not see the need and I went to a middle school that was a ten minute walk from my house and that was where I met and became really good friends with Lesego Kgosimolao. My first GBF.

As you can see from the photographs, Lesego is as fine as he is stylish - in fact he is a stylist. I remember in school, when I'd be walking around with dusty buccaneer shoes and a tunic that wasn't that familiar with an iron and there Lesego would be, always in a pair of shiny shoes, neat tie and a crisp ironed (I might add) white shirt. His…

Friendzone: Melanie Kweyama

It must have been a Friday night when my sister and aunt came back to my house with this chirpy little girl called Melanie in tow.
This was a few months after "democracy” in South Africa and I had never met my aunt’s daughter before because she was in boarding school.
But on that night, while we chatted for the first time in my parent’s house, a friendship was struck. Melanie and I became friends and what we did not realise in the early 90s was that our bond would last most of the friendships we would acquire along the way.
We kept in touch. Lost contact. But we bonded heavily when we both lived about five minutes from each other in that famed Pretoria ‘neighbourhood’ called Sunnyside.

So while most people only arrived in this part of town during their first jobs or varsity, we were there while in still in high school and really just up to no good.

I will spare you the details of our escapades but they were both good and bad and our friendship made our parents really nervous although t…

Friendzone: Mbali Vilakazi

Mbali invited me to come see her perform at a venue in Rondebosch one night. What she didn’t know was that I was having a really crappy week because I was living in a crappy place in Rondebosch, thought all my housemates were a bit nutty and didn’t go out much.
So when this girl, I had never met before, invited to me come see her perform her poetry at a show, I forgot to ask what she looked like. So when I arrived at this place, I hung around the bar and bumped into some people I knew and thought I’ll know it’s her when she jumped onto the stage and then, I will go greet her afterwards.
But it didn’t even get to that because here she was ordering a drink next to me with people swooning over her and calling her by her name. That was the first time we met and became friends afterwards.
From then on we would go to share a beautiful house in Woodstock together (bye bye crappy house in Rondebosch) and realise that we actually had a lot of people in common and we had the most awesome dinne…

Friendzone: Thato Moeng

My appreciation for red wine didn't start on a wine farm somewhere in Stellenbosch or when I lived next to a boutique wine farm during my internship years. No. My appreciation of wine started in Soshanguve, on the lawns of a stadium on our campus (Tshwane University of Technology) with this woman pictured above - Thato Moeng.

We met on campus during journalism school - something we both took as a second option (a story for another day) - and became really close friends.

This is mainly because we studied at a campus that we hated (at the beginning) and then grew to love and appreciate with the more friends we made and all the random stuff we got up to there. We wanted to be at the Pretoria West campus.

We also grew up in the same place, have way too many friends in common and had a particular addiction to attending Tucks Spring Fair, at University of Pretoria, even though we never studied there and the event always took place during the week when we had other shit to do like stud…

Friendzone: Mampala Malekane

I just came up with the name for the series I am writing on my friends: Friendzone. I think it is catchy and cheesy enough and works either way you look at it.
Which brings me to my next friend: Mampala. If you have met me during my time in Cape Town you have probably seen me with her plenty of times. During our time in this city (we arrived a few months after each other) we have lived together, partied together, got involved in a car accident together, decided to become vegetarians together (we failed) and did I mention drink together? ok.
The funny thing about how we became friends is that my older sister introduced me to her. They worked together in Sandton and she was always telling me and this girl who she thought would make a great friend. She was right.
As a way of mocking my sister (who calls me baby) we started calling each other "baby" too... and it has stuck and has also led to people assuming we are a lesbian couple, which we don't mind at all and always pl…

Friendzone: Thandanani Mhlanga

I am experimenting with an idea that I am not sure, whether or not, I will be able to carry it out but I am going to try. I am currently having Internet fatigue. It is moments where I feel that I fill every single free moment in my life by going on the Internet. Sometimes with good reason (to blog or for work or research) sometimes it is just to waste time (normally spent on Twitter saying random things and tweeting links to strangers and people I know.)

So I decided to start a series on my blog where I write an ode to a friend and why they are so special to me or how we met or whatever (I don't have a template yet).

So I am going to start with Thanda because I feel she is the one friend I have made over the past couple of years who inspires me greatly but who I have also been through a lot of random experience with, in a very short space of time.


Thanda is also a journalist, which would explain why I first met her while we were both interns at a newspaper in Cape Town called the…