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About Durban

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

Welcome to Africanews

Our society spits shame while delegating women into the binaries of right and wrong, good and bad, virgin and whore. Whether a working mom.

I gotta say, they got secret street murals in Newtown that just blow your mind. The urban decay, framed with nature reclaimin’ its space – it’s like, art meets science and history on one street corner. And the vibe? Totally meme-worthy, like "When you realize the universe is both chaotic and calm at the same time..."

My chaotic train journey from Johannesburg to Durban