Facebook 101 or just a bad Sunday morning?

One of the things I have learned over the years is that I can write too much and that there is a lot that I want to write about but sometimes do not have the time to do so. It was only now that I realised that this must have started way back when I used to have what they called “Music Book” often favoured by girls. Even boys had that, silly. Continue reading


On bloggers’ right to freedom of expression and opinion

I have observed with dismay at the way in which the African debate had gone after Sentletse Diakanyo wrote that only black people were Africans and that white people were not. What has even been more worrying was the kind of censorship tendencies directed at him, and other bloggers too, and even having his authority and academic credentials question. Continue reading