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Black Sunday

Posted on February 6, 2017January 17, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

There are people in balaclavas. Men in balaclavas. They’re all over the place. Restless. Maybe they can’t breathe? We all can’t breathe – or so Fanon said. And Fanon has all the answers. But we are here. I think we are beautiful. I believe we are. For sure Jess is beautiful. She sings like an…

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One Muffin Left

Posted on February 2, 2017August 24, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Those damn CRC white devils again! But I had to get those muffins. I had to! I knew I had to get them soon as I started considering lesser taxing alternatives for my craving and coffee – like Romany Creams from the service station three minutes away. You see, I’m a serial victim of my…

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Ode for Oddz, Ballad for Boho

Posted on December 8, 2016December 8, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

The thespians. The incorrigible critics. And cretins too. Poets, posers and provocateurs. Painters of words and writers of pictures. The emo, the ego, the cold, the misconstrued, recluse, melodramatic, the comedic. Troubadours, dancers, griots, minstrels and raconteurs. Fashionistas. Modern and pre-modern who dare don their grandma’s bloomers. Colour blockers and Goths. And the two tone…

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Peter Nthwane and The Struggle for Authenticity

Posted on November 25, 2016November 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

“It pleases me to think that the art of [Jazz] came into the world as the echo of God’s laughter.” ~ Milan Kundera. Thursday, 17 November 2016, the Sand du Plessis theatre housed hundreds for the memorial service of Free State’s finest vessel of God’s laughter Peter Nthwane. His life was celebrated with plenty of…

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Taxi Driver

Posted on November 24, 2016November 24, 2019 by Mpho Matsitle

So last evening as I am waiting for my rib Dagwood at the stadium inn, an old man plops his tired body next to me. I immediately put my kindle away and welcome him with a smile. We share pleasantries like a pair of old pals. But I don’t know him. Or rather I don’t…

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Two Nations In Song

Posted on September 25, 2016August 5, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

“We therefore make bold to say that South Africa is a country of two nations.”[i]  ~ President Thabo Mbeki   On the eve of the seventh anniversary of his ousting as president of the republic, Bloemfontein reminded me of this in/famous (depending on which of the two nations you fall in) speech of Thabo Mbeki….

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A Brief History Of The Sabbath (or Why I Will Not Bath)

Posted on November 16, 2015July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

The Sabbath is a holy day. A holy day that came about after a protracted struggle against the tyranny of bathing. The name Sabbath gains its etymology from two opposing forces during the War of the Bath. It is written in the history books that once the country had been captured by a tyrannical trio…

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