This was supposed to be a piece about rebirth, the turning points that determine a trajectory of those bound by the changes in time and space. It is impossible to write that piece without quoting the internationally acclaimed miracle that was to be the democratic South Africa… –miracle or scam is what i’m still…
Coconut Oblivion: The quintessence of oppression.
Coconut Oblivion. “What does the white man want”, the young girl asked, trying to make sense of the tales history had shared with her. Why is she so brave to ask this? How was she so brave to ask this? Surely she must have been naive, or maybe I the naive one… I guess she…
Spiritually not certain, but serious nonetheless.
Waiting, consoling… I’ve been here the whole week, with the bereaved, comforted only by song, mind drifts betwixt speeches… Considers childhoods, soiled and cleansed with myths and other tales of fantastic beasts and magic. Life beyond the now, anything but this reality of no more. Little bearded men from deep in the earth, amazim’zim, devourers…
Democrazy: lessons in Constitutionalism, legislature and the role of the Judiciary.
I recently attended an event celebrating 20 years of the Constitution and the NCOP… Their motto remains “Taking Parliament to the people”… This is of course great PR but what are the it’s practicalities in this our country crutched on service delivery protest, increasing visibility of crime, you know the rest. It was here that…
The Zimbabwe birds, symbols of Peace scattered in pieces.
As news of the Zimbabwean non-coup swirled in a dizzying splurge of opinion from celebrity thought leader types and their menacing minions. I sat and thought about social order and lamented the poverty that The people will continue to suffer as a result of not having command of military power in these times where crooks…
Ningi-Zimu: The Global south, Ta-Neteru the land of the gods.
Throughout the history of civilisations, there have been many beings, entities, some higher and some lower than humans who have portrayed themselves as some or other creation/creator worthy of adoration by primitive man who hadn’t according to the times, self actualised. These gods all have fantastic stories shrouded in myth and codes lost in forgotten…
Dr Pachanga, Makoya Style, no manga manga
There is something ancient about Dr Pachanga, I don’t know what it is about his moustache that makes him appear to be a friendly rickshaw driver whose wheeled contraption will lead you down some or other psychedelic rabbit hole. He could be somebody’s sangoma, knowing what’s up, or down, he’ll sort you out… that’s his…
In Search of An African Aesthetic: Dr Peter Magubane and Revolutions Captured.
I had read about Peter Magubane as a child, I realised when I met him, that I had known his name and work but not his face. I had known the Photographer who worked at Drum Magazine in its hey days; when black writers in the midst of oppression wrote objectively. Their objectivity seemed to have…
