Today’s test: write down the names of the 600 people whose faces are imprinted on your memory

In this country bedevilled by crime and corruption, it’s easy to forget that the honest and the upstanding walk among us too.

In my experience, friendships with women are not for the emotionally shallow and lazy, writes Ndumiso Ngcobo

If, 30 years from now, you find yourself living down the street from me and I’m a sourpuss loner who stabs children’s balls with a knife, please scour the internet for this column and share it with me, writes Ndumiso Ngcobo.

Some of the best conversations I’ve ever had in my life were with Bengeta, her paws and head resting on my lap after I arrived home from the graveyard shift, writes Ndumiso Ngcobo.

The other day I witnessed silent marital violence at my local Food Lover’s Market.

We live in exhausting times, so have pity on those who have to take a quick nap while behind the wheel of their cars, writes Ndumiso Ngcobo.

Nearly 50 years later, the full story of our primary school excursions can be revealed in all their polony-stuffed horror, writs Ndumiso Ngcobo.

The Zulu language possesses the most synonyms for the concept of bad luck in the world, writes Ndumiso Ngcobo.

Whatever troubles you’re going through, at least you’re not a double amputee about to spend 32 months in prison without his wood burner and hot tub, writes Ndumiso Ngcobo.