I walked into what appeared to be quite an unexciting building and my eyes popped.
Wooden floors made my footsteps heard, the smell of old paper and ink filled my nostrils and the sight of metal machinery I had only seen in pictures lay before me. Ironically, one of my classmates let out a cry of exasperation before the official start of the tour into the history of printing began; “Ah! My phone just died!” It seemed appropriate that in a place rich in the textures of decades past would be the place where a modern piece of technology failed her. Nothing more interesting though could capture my attention and allow me to drink in the knowledge provided by Eastern Star Gallery curator regarding the ways of the old way of printing. No cellphone necessary.
My friend Bianca looks into the lens again to see if the picture is set up perfectly. After several adjustments, she looks at the posing group with satisfaction. She clicks the button, runs to a spot in the group just before the camera catches all the smiles.
Bianca has always loved taking photos, she’s the first to volunteer to capture images and moments from any event, big or small. Her passion for photography was the reason why she took photojournalism in third year at Rhodes.
I could have written the opening line to this article about 10 or 20 times. You as the reader will never know (unless I explicitly tell you) how long it took for me to write something, how many times I redid or reworded the opening and closing thoughts or why I chose to leave out the things that I did. You will also certainly never know (whether or not you like it or think it is a great story) if I actually like my own work that I have just produced for you to read.
For some people, writing a story comes naturally, as if you’ve known how to breathe their whole life. For others, it is enjoyable yet comes with difficulty and practice as if you’ve been playing piano for a couple of years with a few lessons to help, but still others, it’s a complete and utter laborious chore as if you have dishes to be done from three months of collection.
I went for the scrawniest one in the sawdust littered little box, granted there were only two, but I wanted to take the one that I thought would least likely to be chosen by the next person. There was not much difference between the two Indian ring-necked parakeets in front of me. They were both featherless, apart from a few sprouting mini tufts of yellow, and they were both craning their necks forward and back while making a crusty crying sound. Why have a bird as a pet you may ask? Well, I’m allergic to many things, practically anything you could have as a pet, I WILL have a sneezing fit around dogs, cats and horses. I won’t sneeze around bearded dragons or snakes, but I’m not about to embark on trying to have a cuddly snuggly loving relationship with those creatures. I am, however, incapable of feeling a fit of sneezes (or fear) coming along around birds. It was just meant to be. Sigh.
By Roxanne Daniels Doing work experience at the local Grahamstown newspaper may seem like it’s going to be a waste of time: it’s a paper that publishes stories about a very small town where nothing much seems to change. The potholes are still here, there is still a divide between the West and East of town and the most exciting new thing in town is the Mugg & Bean that is due to open in July. How wrong that assumption is. After two weeks of working at Grocott’s Mail, I have discovered that there is too much I want to do, see and experience while in this town. The fortnight spent at the paper was an intensive version of what I’ve been doing all year, that is, working for Ukufunda, a blog about all things education related. I want to learn music
Her bright red wrap-around dress can be seen from the doorway of a faraway house, the shiny bows in her long blonde hair, blue tommy takkies along with purple tights, all add substantially to Bianca Du Plessis being quite a sight to behold. The group she strolls down Somerset Street with is in step slightly behind her, clad in crazy-wear too. She bounces along, showing the way while arm in arm with someone who seems to be a friend. Along with her friend, Bianca displays her spritely youth (despite strange looks they receive from onlookers) by singing Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off, while wiggling her round bottom and shifting the shape of her face like a plasticine model from Wallace and Gromit. Read More »