When Siyamthanda Kolisi hoisted the Webb Ellis Cup into the Yokohama night sky on November 2, the gesture affirmed, "black child, it is possible."
Possible because of the uncomfortable relationship black South Africans have had with the sport of rugby – including everything from stalled development, limited opportunities and gate keeping by a group who believed the sport to belonged to them.
I grew up in a very Christian household. When I was about two years old my parents left me with my grandmother and her boyfriend for the afternoon. When they got home, they found that he had sexually assaulted me. I didn’t know about it until much later in my life when my grandmother wanted to come back into our lives and I overheard my parents telling her that they’ll never let her back into our lives after that.
One day, when we were staying in Bonteheuwel, my father took us to the beach. We had to take the train from Langa and then to town. My two sisters and I wore shorts, sweaters and sun hats. My mum and dad were also carrying things. I had a beach ball in my hand that was blown up already.
The train was divided into non-whites and whites-only sections. As I got up to get out of the train, the ball fell out of my hand and rolled under the seat of a chair in the whites-only carriage. The police were watching us. My daddy could see that one of them was getting his baton ready.
I wanted to run and fetch the ball but my daddy stopped me. He knew they would hit me.
I remember exactly how the house looked the day it happened. It was clean, as always. My bowl wasn’t in the sink. I miss arguing about the dishes.
My dad left that day. He came back, but he never came back.
It was like every time you’ve driven past a horrific accident on the road thinking thank god that wasn’t me – but today, it’s you. Today, you are the casualty.
James de Villiers
Carry your secrets and insecurities carefully, we are taught. Guard them; guard them like precious Fabergé eggs.
So that when you leap across the forest of danger, you do not drop them to be devoured by the demons.
So that when you enter this broken world, you do not allow them to be used against you.
For most of my life I’ve tried to control these secrets; these pockets of hurt I carry on my chest.
Cousins Luke MacDonald and Jordan Deall, and their cameraman Donovan Orr arrived in Los Angeles, United States, last week after hitch-hiking all the way from Durban.
The trio, who started their journey in March, travelled over 17 000 kilometres by receiving over 200 lifts in the ultimate aim to meet television host Ellen Degeneres, who they met on her show shortly after arriving in Los Angeles.
Their aim was to get support for their ten-part documentary series, Hitched, in which they would hitch-hike into the heart of the Congo in search of a mythical dinosaur.