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Cape Town’s favourite Xhosa female emcee

Beautiful soul, amazing woman, smile so big the sun bows down to her
She looks so amazing on this cover. So her. So true. So full of this thing called life

Can’t wait for her album Iintombi Zifikile (The Girls Have Arrived)

Check her and Tumi at Party People way back when:

If that’s not enough, check out this this video with Lauryn Hill gracing the stage at Kanyi’s album launch back in March. Goosebumps!

The dating scene is a scary, funny, shocking, enjoyable and beautiful place. We've all got horror stories as well as straight outta the movies scenarios.
I want to meet, engage, enjoy and be with someone, someday.
I won't lie, it's tough out here, but it is also thoroughly entertaining.
Annoyingly though, I've meet duds, duds who think 'hello' is an invitation to lick their lips LL Cool J style while trying to feel me up. The groping and calling me 'shorty' or 'baby' like my mama forgot to name me is a story for another time.

So let's say that we pass all the silly and shocking and funny stuff and one does actually get and keep my attention and we move on to exchanging phone numbers. Sometimes at this point, everything comes crumbling down, but we live in hope.
It seems, some men have no etiquette.
Here I'd like to address remote / cellular contact.

Once boy has this girl's number he has to be mindful of the following:

1. You cannot initiate contact via text / mms / or worse, whatsapp. This is a no no. We already live in a world where we talk through our fingertips and mouse clicking most of the time, so much so that we seem to have forgotten how to communicate through speech with body language, pregnant pauses, voice pitch and a little smile in the sound of our words. Ah, there is little more beautiful than human interaction, with flutters of excitement and word dances that spark the air. So now when you choose to make first contact by text, I immediately assume you are lazy or don't hold yourself or me in very high regard. Or that you don't think you are interesting enough to hold a conversation that doesn't give you the safety of editing your thoughts with a few minutes to figure out each and every response. Get that instant gratification of hearing my voice. Go on. Show interest.

2. You just cannot contact me after dark or before sunrise. I don't know if I need to explain this, because it seems very obvious. I will anyway. If you call me at 5am, I assume you're drunk dialling, and I doubt we're at that level yet. It's so rude. You're basically telling me you think of me when you're intoxicated, out of your mind or have no self confidence and have to wait for your inhibitions to take a hike. If you call me at 7pm asking for my physical time that night, I assume I'm option 3. Surely if you wanted to see me you'd know that mid morning / early afternoon. It may also mean you think I have nothing to do but wait for you. No no. If you contact me at 10pm, I assume you think I'm a booty call. In that case, apologies, we have our signals crossed.

3. From the point of saying 'I'll call' to the moment of the call, you have 48hours. Anything after that, I assume there's no interest, or confidence, or that I'm not top of mind. Ship has sailed.

4. I'm personally not a fan of chit-chat and small talk. Messages, calls, etc should have a point. Yes, it's cute and acceptable to contact to just say you're thinking about me or tell me about your day, but, there really should be a general direction. Nothing more annoying than a message that just says 'hi'. I'm already bored. Or you call and have nothing to say. Really. I paused what I was doing to listen to you breathe through the phone? No thanks.

5. I really don't think our first conversation should be about your ex, or what is so wrong with certain women. You can't woman bash and expect me to emancipate myself from the vagina crew to impress you. Your ex is really none of my business, especially in our initial conversation and your vitriolic judgment of other women isn't going to go well in the seduction dance. We also aren't going to bond over someone you still have feelings for, whether those feeling are good or bad.

6. No, I won't be sending you a picture of myself. Not my face, not my hand, hips, feet, breasts… You get the drift. Don't ask. You won't get. This is a sure way to get yourself erased.

Finally, and most importantly;
7. Do not, under any circumstances, contact me should you be involved with another being. That's not nice. Be single AND available, otherwise we're wasting precious time.

For now. That's it. What'd did I miss?


I went to Zanzibar for an extra long weekend recently. Completely spontaneous.
It was a well deserved and unexpected break
LOVED LOVED everything about the little island.
Wish I could write more about it, but two weeks later, I still haven’t collected myself about the trip yet.

What I can say is I laughed, I rested, I swam in warm water, I read, I ate, I drank, I explored, I shopped and most importantly, I wrote (to myself).

I will never again underestimate the power of taking a break.

I walked into the lion’s den
My eyes were wide open, only blurred by the smoky residue of misguided love
It was dark, it was moist, the air tasted of pain and bliss, I felt exhilarated, alone and alive
I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t name or explain it
It was familiar, and in that familiarity I knew that I knew nothing.
What was to be expected was unknown, yet it was an age old lesson to be learnt
A lesson that had to be learnt; not from anyone else’s misstep but my own
Into the lion’s den i glided, tentative, with my head held high.
In the lion’s den, I remembered I was Nonesi and Tobile’s daughter
In that dense air, I remembered I was Anda’s sister, Afika’s aunt, a part of something
In that fear, I remembered that I had a path to walk
In that place of no return, I remembered that I was to be
Into the lion’s den I walked,
eyes wide open, body in limbo, self in destruct, heart knowing, soul begging
Into the lion’s den I danced
and in there I knew, with blood in veins competing with the fiery rage of the sun, I knew
I would live the last moments of my old life
Into the lion’s den, I blinked
In there, I knew, I had to awaken Akona

She [the one whom we have to curb our obsession for] sent this passage to me. From a notable book she is reading. She, it, all of it made me feel whole. She said I personified the first passage. I felt seen.

So I read this

 Then I saw this. It feels like it was made for the above paragraph.

Paige Bradley sculpture

Then I listened to this


I feel whole

Waves of emotion, human truth, angst, excitement and the internal wars we have when faced with right and wrong versus what is the best way to live is told beautifully through the story of three young men in the KwaZulu Natal township of Lamontville in 1989, as they navigate growing up in apartheid South Africa; young boys becoming men through blood covered streets and discovering their passion surfing.
These waves crashed onto the big screen,  enveloped me and transported me to a world of Freedom where there was none.

Otelo Burning showed me beautifully that even though humans are fallible creatures, all of us in all that we do look for and experience beauty in life; we are moved by beauty in all forms. What makes us feel alive is this beauty – be it the young men escaping on the waves offered by the sea, or the beauty in one of them falling in love, the beauty in the other discovering his love of capturing life’s incredible kinetic moments in stills; beauty and experiencing it drove them. I believe, and I saw this confirmed in the movie; experiencing the adrenalin of life through something you love makes you feel like you can handle almost anything.

Otelo Burning is based on various true life experiences of the people who were in Lamontville in ’89, with a golden thread being Sihle Xaba,  who is a lifeguard and surfer in real life, and one of the lead actors in the film,  and so the story of Lamontville in that time is carried by him and the tumultuous and enigmatic ocean and the conversation she has with all who touch her. Quite brilliant.

The acting is powerful and flawless, so much so that you are transported from being a viewer to the being in the very pulse of each character. Jafta, Thomas and Sihle were perfectly cast for the lead roles. I could feel each performers exhilaration, pain, joy, anxiety, happiness and fear. It is a well shot story told extremely well. The movie is gripping from the very first second, gritty, with a stirring and poetic script, beautiful cinematography and incredible soundtrack (Please download the amazing mixtape)

My initial and only criticism was that the English subtitles didn’t quite capture the Zulu script, but I then came to realise that this made me proud in a strange way. I’m not an isiZulu speaker, but I understand it because it is close to isiXhosa. I fell in love with the language for the first time. The metaphorical and riveting way in which the language allows for communication further carried the film and I loved that it would be impossible to perfectly translate into the less developed and less emotional language like English.

Otelo burning is an amazing movie that I will see again and again.

Think of waves; Soft, inviting, hard, crashing, flowing, breathtaking, mesmerising, enigmatic, powerful, enveloping, moving, escapism and freedom – OTELO BURNING is all of that.

Out in cinemas 11 May 2012

Sihle Xaba

Thomas, Sihle, Jafta