My drinking buddy Zahira (a.k.a @zk) is the Momma of this week’s victim. (I say drinking buddy cos she doesn’t drink, so she gives her free drinks at 27Dinner to me!). I haven’t met Kay “in real life” yet, but after reading about her, I sure want to.
So without further ado, I present you Kay – a Hatchling that’s out of this world!

Real name (or “Earth name” if you come from the planet Zigort):
erm… my passport says Khadija Patel but I think the goons manning the immigration desk up on the Earth-Moon border, meddled with that.
Where do you live? (Besides the 5th solar system, down the lane from the Xreton star):
Joburg/Jozi/Johannesburg, nestled behind electric fence, a boom gate and sluggish security guards, somewhere between the mine dumps (there was a time I thought they were mountains) and the FNB stadium.
Twitter URL:
http://twitter.com/kayenchante
Blog/website URL:
http://kayenchantey.blogspot.com
Tell us a bit about yourself. Include something that we dont know, like when did you land on earth or are you related to Kevin Bacon?
I speak copious amounts of Pig Latin and am quite fluent in Garbeledygoo. I offer lessons if anyone’s interested…. Oh and I intend earning my Nobel peace prize by giving sign writers the world over free lessons in the use of the apostrophe.
When & how did you get interested in the Social Media community in South Africa (Facebook doesnt count)?
I started blogging on a lonely December night a couple of years ago, quite convinced that if I set up a blog and wrote a few lines the internet Gods would send adulatory readers my way. Hélas, my faith in the net Gods waned and so too my blogging activity. Then a friend started blogging and wondered aloud why I didn’t start one as well, I explained my love’s labour’s lost affair with the deities of the web and decided I would contribute to her blog instead. And then quite miraculously within that hour I received an email from a Ugandan sub-editor saying he quite liked my blog and politely asked why I hadn’t continued blogging. It was sign from above enough.
That I’m a Twitter addict I blame @zk. I first met her at a blog meet and then at a talk shop held by some previously grand empire nation and well Twitter should have her on their payroll, she extols the virtues of social media so enthusiastically, it’s rather infectious after a couple of sessions. Although, she’s quite adamant I’m now worse of an addict than her, I’ll give her the credit for that dubious honour.
What do you do when you are not tweeting/blogging (or abducting earthlings to probe)?
I used to quite enjoy doing nothing but blog and pretend to do an MA in a thing called sociolinguistics (not social linguistics like the nosy bank manager’s got in my file) and proudly brandish the cause of the gainfully unemployed, but then this thing happened, I started meeting these fantastic people and somewhere in the periphery of the hive started selling my words, I still think it’s a kind of prostitution, but the words are easier now. Currently, I’ve got an entire magazine to fill with prostituted bits of language, so while the MA is still a work in progress, it’s on the backburner while I peddle the words on a street corner near you.
What is the one thing in your life you simply cannot live without?
I don’t think there’s any one thing I could point out, there’s so much that contributes to a complete life (even an alien one).
In 20 words or less, why should people follow you on Twitter/read your blog?
I am, because of everyone. And I live (and twitter) so that I can contribute, in turn, to everyone. (as per my spindoctor @mirfaan)
Well Kay, welcome to Earth. And thanks for making me paranoid about my incorrect use of the apostrophe.
P.S. If you have recently introduced anyone to the twitterverse or blogosphere and want them to be a Hatchling, email me.

