diaryoflovelosi

Zukhanye and her mother lived in a back room of the huge mansion owned by Sir John and Madam Suzanne. The Madam and Sir were kind towards the 17 year old girl, they had put her through school. She attended a private school where she was one of a handful of black scholars. She often … More The Helper’s daughter

Whenever one says “No offense..” it’s usually because what they are about to say is offensive and just want a nice way to go about it. But I promise you, what I’m about to say comes from a genuinely inoffensive place.  No offense, but I will never date/marry someone who already has a child. And … More Stepmoms!

I have never felt like I belong to the minority group quite like I did last night. Blake took me to Social on Main, a predominantly white restaurant. I told him I thought I was the only black person in the room. “I just like the food here, nothing else. We can get take outs … More When love crosses the racial barrier..

While working out a sweat at the gym, I received a call from Jane. After I had stared blankly at the phone with no intention to pick up, I sent her a text that I’d call her after my work-out session. She responded with the news of her dog’s death, she was distraught and needed … More Loss

As I drove out of the Estate this morning, a lady was arguing with security at the gate. She needed to enter, but her Madam was not answering her phone. “uMadam uthe ngize namuhla” (the madam said I must come today), she kept shouting. Security kept saying “akaphenduli uMadam, asikwazi ukuvula” (Madam is not answering, … More 67 Days of noble deeds

This morning I got onto the train and found an available seat next to a heavily bearded white man. I sat down and greeted, he nodded his head as though to inform me he had lost his voice in a brawl at a tavern over the weekend. Or maybe he did not speak English. Or … More Blacks are angry. Whites are angrier!!!

08:00 Friday 26 June 2015 very early for my 08:45 appointment. I sat patiently in the doctor’s waiting room for my mammogram, paging through a woman’s magazine. A heavily pregnant woman sat across me, stuffing her face with red velvet cupcake, as though her fat belly couldn’t get any worse. Next to me sat a … More On meeting strangers who change our lives..