scribbles & t'ings
How does it happen that four of my top six Mosa Gwangwa songs, (Kgomo, Shebeen, Diphororo, and Flowers of the Nation) are from one album, Flowers of the Nation, one from Kukude (iHome Brew), and only one from A Temporary Inconvenience (the title track) yet it is the later album that I regard the best?…
Every morning, from way back when, I wake up with a song playing in my head. I have come to call it Pina ya Seporofeto. This morning “Bogolo Jwa BoModimo” as rendered by the St John’s Brass Band Choir was revealed to me. Itself not a strange occurrence, it is after all one my favourite…
This one of Asiphe ALWAYS demanded more of life; I guess when life inevitably failed to come up to her level, a parting of ways was the only option left. For she is now no more about this life. I first met her early 2012, on my first assignment at PwC, she was a senior…
Two am. We all had a bit of wine – oops! I mean the blood of Jesus. His body too; just for control. The hymn – #211 Sioneng – sung during the three hour-long Holy Communion service. Actually just one verse of the hymn is sung. Slowly, deliberately, I daresay lethargically. There will be…
What people don’t know about me (except, of course, the four +1 who wished me a happy birthday) is that I am a hater on the outside and a groupie on the inside. No, fuckturd, I am not confessing to being a hypocrite. What I mean is, when I am outside, I hate (call it…
“No one is more insensitive than sentimental folk. Remember: “Heartlessness masked by a style overflowing with feeling.”” ~ Milan Kundera, Testaments Betrayed
What are these other cute little things? Well, we all know that black men are beasts. Mainly created by whites. But sometimes of our own creation. We break hearts. We neglect our offsprings. We are drunkards. We are cowards – we forever proclaim our god-given right to head households yet we are yet to take back…