scribbles & t'ings
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…
There’s another moment from last night’s reading of “Pope Chronicles: The Ministry of Deputy Boyfriends” that is kind enough to rescue me from washing the dishes, and Moonchild Sanelly’s “Rabulapha!” album guides me here. I have before described her music as kwaito. I will tell you why. I am very much sympathetic to the reading…
Lebo Mashile and her family of physical soothsayers, the Moving Into Dance Mophatong, brought their much-acclaimed show “Threads” to Bloemfontein on a cold Wednesday evening. The verbal dance/physical poem tackled a number of issues that plague our society, including homophobia, Afrophobia and domestic violence – and the interconnectivity thereof. The performance explored, through dance and…
“I baptize you with water. But one who is more powerful than I will come, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with…fire.” ~ Luke 3:16 I can only understand through music. Today I held this gem (pictured) for the first time in my hand – I…
“Imagine a gay…” the comedian opens his set, already the audience is in stiches. Clearly ‘a gay’ anything is, in and of itself, a joke. “…police” – he punctuates before leading his loyal audience in laughter. He tells the story of his gay policeman. They lap it up; they want more. “Or imagine a gay…”…
Great literature not only captivates but also allows us to go off on a tangent; it acts as a worthy launching pad to our own thoughts and ideas. None is worthier than Ace Moloi’s and Thato Rossouw’s beautiful dance on the latter’s essay, “FIVE FUCKS OR LESS: On Jacob Zuma And Learning How Not To…
Waitse mara hoboes are abusive! So there I am, on the day of the Asisabathes, getting out of bed before 2pm, splashing my face with water, brushing my teeth and wearing clothes. On a freaken Sunday! You won’t overstand how much slayage all of this is unless you know how much I value my Sabbath…