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My first experience of Computers

It was great, fun and I'm coming back...!

Disability a Misnomer

My first day in a hall for a graduation ceremony, was 13 years ago. Rhulani Baloyi was receiving her postgraduate diploma in teaching and had invited me. She was not family, or even friend, but I found myself sitting in that Great Hall at Wits University, applauding this great woman with pride in my heart. Rhulani Renoldah Baloyi is a blind young woman. You see(or you read, to those that can't see), I felt saddened that she has turned to journalism instead of teaching in our schools, but then again, I realise that now a lot young people can hear and see her on radio and television.
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Child labour workshop

Today we (Girls net) attended a workshop at the house of moyo along with other NGO's that discussed child labour in South Africa. It was very informative and covered most of what child labour involves. We talked about what child labour is and how it can be defined and we came to the conclusion that child labour is when a child is unwillingly working to support themselves or others and if that work prevents a child from receiing anything that is their right (e.g: education). We also linked many prevailing problems in South Arfica with child labour; child pornography and
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Walk Away

"Najwa Petersen's aunt caused a big commotion outside Wynberg Magistrate's Court on Thursday, claiming in an emotional outburst that Taliep had driven Najwa to insanity, as he had done with his first wife, Madeega Anders." This was written on the 22nd June 2007. I've been following up on this story ever since. Today, the 2nd December 2008, I was sad to note that Najwa was found guilty of the murder of her husband Taliep. Whether she killed him or not, God knows, but I just want her to be free. Free to start afresh. Free so she can live happily ever after.
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Why blog?

I have always asked myself if there will ever be a practical space for own and diverse expression, in a more speaking out against or with. Why do we really blog? is it really important to blog? Who reads the blogs? Is there really an impact? How do we move from blogs to practical lives?

Women and the Media: BFF's or Fiesty Foes?

When I was a kid, I wanted to be that girl on the cover of Cosmo, big tits falling out of a low top, glossy lips pouting seductively. The I had my first sip of the femitini- a cocktail of feminism. One dash of education and a shot of empowerment later, I want to be that women fighting for a more realistic and representative portrayal of women in the media. Who am I trying to kid?
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Shaking things up: Monitoring the institutions for victims of sexual violence

Shukumisa Monitoring
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Financial Independence

Today a 24 year old friend told me she is pregnant. Not 6 weeks pregnant, not 16 weeks pregrant, but 30 weeks pregnant. She fell pregnant, she tells me, because her father did not allow her to marry her man. Why did dad refuse you marry?, I asked. "Because he wants me to be financially independent.", she confidently responded.
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World Aids Day with Nelson Mandela's Childrens Fund

Today I was present at an event that was in a way in commemoration of World Aids Day. We (Girls Net younger group) went to Saxonwold and did "Cyber Dialogues" with a few other NGO's but with the Nelson Mandela's Children Fund being the host of this event. We discussed topics concerning Males and their roles in HIV/AIDS and as role models in their homes, communities and children(s)'s lives. Some very personal stories were shared and in general it was an eye-opening experience to what these young teenagers and children have experienced and are still experiencing daily.
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Police Raid at The Grand – A First Hand Account by Sexologist

Touch wood, but I have never been hi-jacked or had a gun held against my head though I am a born and bred Sandtonian. However, last night and into the early hours of this morning all that changed.

Sadly, the guns pointed at me were not from hardened criminals or rebel forces, these were the guns from the very people that my government tells me will keep me safe when I sleep at night.

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