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Not Everything Your Grandmother Taught You Was Wisdom
The third in our Heritage Month series, What We Carry Forward Let’s start with respect, because it is owed. Our grandparents raised children under conditions most of us cannot imagine. They parented through forced removals, migrant labour, Bantu Education, and households stretched across provinces. They kept families intact with almost nothing. Whatever
You Didn’t Choose Your Beliefs. Your Teenager Is About to Notice.
The second in our Heritage Month series, What We Carry Forward Somewhere between fourteen and eighteen, most children start doing something that unsettles their parents. They begin asking why. Why do we go to church on Sundays? Why must I greet every adult in the room? Why is it disrespectful to disagree
The Wish Every Parent Inherits, and Why It’s Time to Retire It
Heritage Day brings out the things we carry proudly: a grandmother’s recipe, a family name, a song everyone somehow knows the words to. But every family also carries things it has never questioned. Some of them sit so quietly in our homes that we mistake them for furniture. One of the most
Twenty Thousand Women Stood in Silence: Not Rule-Bound
On 9 August 1956, roughly twenty thousand women walked up to the Union Buildings in Pretoria to protest the extension of the pass laws. Lilian Ngoyi, Helen Joseph, Rahima Moosa and Sophia Williams-De Bruyn led them. They delivered their petitions. And then they stood, for thirty minutes, in complete silence, before singing.
THE REWARD AND PUNISHMENT DILEMMA
Most teachers see two piles on their desks-merit stickers and detention slips-but these are not true opposites. They are the same tool fueled by adult-driven motivation, which can undermine sustainable student engagement. They are not opposites. They are the same tool held at either end, and both run on the same fuel.
67 Minutes Is the Easy Part
On 18 July, thousands of us pull on a branded T-shirt, drive out to a school somewhere on the Cape Flats, paint a wall, ladle soup into polystyrene cups, take the photograph and drive home again. The wall needed painting. The soup was hot, and the children were glad of it. The
Separating a Dying Job From a Growing One Is Not Coding!
Walk through any shopping centre in Cape Town on a Saturday morning, and you will find a stand selling the future to parents. Coding for kids. Robotics club. An AI workshop, six weeks, certificate at the end. The logic feels airtight. Technology is eating the world of work, so buy your child
Are Teachers Quitting Because They’re Doing It Alone?
There is a particular silence in a school staffroom when another good teacher hands in their notice. Everyone nods, someone mentions the salary, someone else the paperwork, and the real reason goes unspoken because it is harder to name. Today, in Daily Maverick, the journalist Takudzwa Pongweni put a number to that
Preparing Kids for an Imaginary Retirement Party?
There is a script most of us grew up with. Learn until your early twenties. Work until sixty. Retire with a braai, a gold watch and a garden. Three neat chapters, in one fixed order. Leadership author Dan Pontefract has news for us: the script is finished. In his new book, The
Four Years, Millions of Dollars, One Ancient Answer
A US state’s exhaustive search for the secret to social-emotional learning ended in a truth African communities have carried for generations. In 2015, the State of Washington set out to answer a question that should keep every education decision-maker awake at night: how do we deliberately grow young people who can manage
Your Teenager Is Not Difficult. Their Brain Is Under Construction.
What if the habits your child practises at fourteen are not phases they will grow out of, but wiring they will carry for life? Every parent and teacher has watched it happen. The learner who promises to stop leaving homework until the night before means it sincerely, and by Thursday, is back
Stop Carrying Feelings That Were Never Yours to Hold
You walk into a room and, within seconds, you know your mother is upset. You haven’t asked. Nobody has said a word. Yet your stomach tightens, your plans for the evening quietly rearrange themselves, and a familiar question forms at the back of your mind: what did I do? If that scene