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Malibongwe Tyilo answers 20 Questions

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Associate Editor of Maverick Life Malibongwe Tyilo answers our questions.

Malibongwe Tyilo

Associate Editor of Maverick Life

The Moor’s Last Sigh by Salman Rushdie.

Bush, because I don’t sun, ever! There is simply no lotion with an SPF high enough to risk premature ageing? Stay away from the sun kids. 

The same thing that we don’t understand: the planet is full enough, the last thing it needs are more humans.

I remember it like it was just yesterday. It was Wednesday the 3rd of May 2017. It was at my old job, as the company changed owners and offices, I scored the offices’ fully automatic coffee machine (with a bean grinder nogal) that was worth 22k. I got it for a couple of hundred rands at the office sale. Every morning before I leave my apartment, I look to that machine for my daily dose of personality medicine. Bless. I might not even have a career were it not for caffeine.

The Grand Budapest Hotel. Because symmetry rocks, duh. 

Donald Trump, because wow, what the actual *&%$ ?

WhatsApp calls. They are literally impossible to block unless you switch your phone off. Seriously, as if WhatsApp notification anxiety wasn’t enough to deal with.

Mhmm…can’t think of one, but my cats are very talented. One day I’ll tell you about the couple of years I spent on the Cape Town cat show scene as a card carrying member of the Western Province Cat Club. Spoiler Alert: My cats won everything!!!

My personal trainer.

I won’t be able to make it today.

Mom and Dad, cheesy I know, but really, s’true s’bob.

The unholy trinity – Salt, Sugar, Fat. These three have literally stood between me my true abtastic self for all four decades of my time here. 

MEATBALLS! All of them. Like, every single one on the planet, even ostrich meatballs. 

Operating on Donald Trump’s brain without a brain surgeon’s license, or qualification. Do brain surgeons need a license?

I worked at Edcon as a fashion buyer for Edgars once. Worst 15 months of my life ☹ , even worse than the time I spent as a waitron at the Spur. 

The internet will absolutely never break, the internet is god, if it breaks, we will break. 

Angles, not angels. 

A 3D printer that could print any kind of tech I want.

The hedonism of my 30s, can’t believe I’ve lived to tell the tale.