2015 Oct. 6: So Proud of Soweto Pride

Photo album I
by Lindeka Qampi for Inkanyiso

When:  26th Sept. 2015

Where:  Meadowlands, Zone 2
Soweto, Johannesburg, South Africa

2015 Sept. 26 RAA + FEW banners_5960


2015 Sept. 26 Bakhambile & Fino_6108

2015 Sept. 26 Activists in Colors @ SP_6001


2015 Sept. 26 Activists in front_5975


2015 Sept. 26 Donna Smith @ Soweto Pride_6098


2015 Sept. 26 Ndofaya_6065


2015 Sept. 26 Deli & Jade_5953


2015 Sept. 26 Meadowlands Court_6083


2015 Sept. 26 Our Lives Matter_6130


2015 Sept. 26 Love Women Who Love Women_6113


2015 Sept. 26 Drum activists _5898


2015 Sept. 26 Lovey _5981


2015 Sept. 26 Marshalls @ SP_6090


2015 Sept. 26 Lovey at the forefront_5982


2015 Sept. 26 Moment_6047


2015 Sept. 26 Police @ Soweto Pride_6007


2015 Sept. 26 Marchers_6031


2015 Sept. 26 Marchers_6034


2015 Sept. 26 Pride messages_5949


2015 Sept. 26 Rainbow Activist Alliance_5961


2015 Sept. 26 Safe cities 2_6158


2015 Sept. 26 Resilient Lesbian Activist_6131


2015 Sept. 26 Safe cities group move_6140


2015 Sept. 26 Sweeto @ SP_6085


2015 Sept. 26 Safe cities group_6152


2015 Sept. 26 Soweto Pride messages_5929


2015 Sept. 26 Safe cities move_6153


2015 Sept. 26 We demand_5918


2015 Sept. 26 Virginia & crew_6102


2015 Sept. 26 Safe cities_6162



About  Lindeka, the photographer


2015 Sept. 12: ‘2015, the year of breaking my silence’




2015 Sept. 10: Lindeka Qampi nominated for 2015 Mbokodo Award



and previous Soweto Pride


2014 Oct. 8: Beautiful faces and kisses from Soweto Pride 2014


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South African Visual Activism opens eyes in Liverpool

by Lerato Dumse

It was exciting to witness the opening of Zanele Muholi’s Vukani exhibition, at Open Eye Gallery, in Liverpool UK. Three gallery rooms are currently occupied by Muholi’s photographs and documentaries on a show which opened on September 17, 2015.
This is her third major solo show this year, one titled Art of Activism opened early this year at Akershus Kunstsenter, Norway followed by Isibonelo/ Evidence at Brooklyn Museum, New York.

Vukani is a Zulu word which means Rise, it is a message from Muholi, directed to members of her LGBT community. Those who were fortunate or privileged to make it to the opening night were treated to four of Muholi’s photography projects and various video installations.
Gallery one, welcomes visitors with 185 black and white portraits from the  popular Faces and Phases series. As she has done in the past, some gaps were left open in the installation, as a tribute to black lesbians who will never make it to the project because they were killed in homophobic attacks.


2015 Sept. 17 Viewers @ Gallery 2 _ OEG_0676

Gallery two is shared by ZaVa, Brave Beauties, Mo(u)rning featuring life size photo of Nathi Dlamini at the After Tears of Muntu Masombuka’s funeral. ZaVa, one of the two framed projects provides an invitation into the personal space shared by Muholi and her partner Valerie Thomas. Their self-captured photos are part of an ongoing series which is shot when the couple meets in different places such as Paris, Venice, Arles, Bordeaux and Amsterdam.


2015 Sept. 17 Viewer passing Odidiva_0669


The Brave Beauties allowed the South African photographer to continue merging her art and activism. In this series, feminine gay men and transwomen are documented mostly in bikinis and other swim or summer clothing. Each striking their own pose, they claim their femininity and affirm their existence and love for looking beautiful. Then in stark contrast in the opposite wall hangs framed colour photos of the participants joined by others.
This tribute series was captured during a re-enacted mourning series. A rich red colour dominates in these photos, including the red candles that they are carrying. Odidi Mfenyana whose portrait was shot after returning from the funeral of Disebo Makau, a black lesbian who was brutally murdered in her community of Ventersdorp in North West, South Africa. Odidi is carrying Disebo’s funeral programme and a red candle on each hand.

Nathi Dlamini’s portrait is impossible to miss, the same way his presence commands attention whenever he gets on stage or when he walks on high hills in his community of Kingsway, Ekurhuleni in Johannesburg. The photo was taken after the funeral of HIV and LGBTI activist Muntu Masombuka who succumbed to illness in 2013, hence the title After Tears. The portrait with a red wall in the background and Nathi’s unforgettably confident pose, covers the wall from top to bottom.

Moving upstairs leads to gallery three, a room full of Muholi’s documentary screenings. Enraged by a Picture, which was produced more than a decade ago, made its comeback in Liverpool. It was also the documentary of choice when Muholi presented her artist talk at the gallery two days prior to the exhibition opening. Award winning Difficult Love is also amongst the selected videos, alongside Ayanda and Nhlanhla Moremi’s lesbian wedding and “We Live In Fear” a collaboration with Human Rights Watch.


2015 Sept. 17 Viewers at Gallery 3_0641

As usual, Muholi had participants present during the exhibition. Somizy Sincwala represented the Brave Beauties, and the community of Daveyton as the winner of Miss Gay Daveyton 2015.
Lerato Dumse represented Faces and Phases participants and documented Muholi’s week in Liverpool.

The crowd moved around the gallery and familiarised themselves with Vukani exhibition before the speeches started. Sarah Fisher, Executive Director of Open Eye Gallery was the MC for the night and introduced the speakers.

Wendy Simon is responsible for culture in Liverpool City Council and is described as massively supportive of the arts. She said human rights and diversity are important to them as a city. Wendy explained that Liverpool has been hit by many hate crimes, but added that the police and their partners have been working hard to raise awareness about this issue.
“Those tragic deaths have rallied people to come and find solutions to these problems.” Referring to Muholi’s work she said, “the arts can be used in many different ways to tell people’s stories.”

Inspector John Sacker works with the community engagement unit at police head quarters programmes in Merseyside Police. Insp. Sacker shared that he works with a fantastic team, and said that “they treat everyone equally” and attempt to address hate crimes and issues around it. “It is necessary to take robust action against perpetrators of hate crimes and recognise the needs of support for victims,” he continued.

Wearing his full uniform for the event, he told the crowd that he has looked around the photography before the opening, and even went deeper and looked at why the photographer does the work. Insp. Sacker said he read the text written by participants, sharing their life stories. Before closing his speech, he then shared his time by inviting his colleague Inspector Karen Dowden, to speak in her capacity as the chairperson of the black police officers association (BPA) on Merseyside.


2015 Sept. 17 3 Officials & Muholi_0610


She elaborated how they promote inclusion among many other things, but added that their aim is for the BPA to cease. Insp. Dowden concluded by saying this will happen when they have achieved equality, equity, and fairness; eradicate discrimination, prejudice and stereotyping. She admitted that it might be a huge ambition, but she believes that by working together with communities and partners then it will be achieved.

With all the speeches and formalities out of the way, people were then allowed to continue enjoying the exhibition. Just before people left to go home Somizy gave a beautiful unplugged performance of Miriam Makeba’s Qongqothwane, which Makeba often explained that it was called The Click Song because colonizers of South Africa fail to pronounce the Xhosa word.

Vukani Exhibition: 18 September- 29 November 2015



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2015 October 2:  Liverpool was a great experience.




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2015 October 2: Liverpool was a great experience

by Somizy Sincwala

I started entering pageants in 2012 and with my first attempt I was fortunate to be crowned as the first Miss Uthingo 2012.

My journey continued after winning Miss Uthingo. I entered Miss Gay Jozi, Miss Gay Soweto, Miss Black Pride, Miss Gay Daveyton, Miss Gay Queens of Queens, Miss Gay Kathorus, Miss Mzansi Pride and Miss Gay Ekurhuleni. In some of the pageants I didn’t do well and in some I made it to the top 5, 3 and 2.

2013 I participated in Miss Gay Daveyton and sadly I only made it to the top 5. The following year (2014), I took part again and won “Best Dress” and the 1st princess title. I was a bit disappointed but I knew that my best time would come. This year I entered the same pageant and finally I was crowned as Miss Gay Daveyton 2015. I shared the stage with a number of beautiful ladies and most of them decided to step down after losing; for me, something so strong inside kept me going even after losing.

2015 Sept. 17 Somizy in front of Nathi image

Queen Somizy in front of exhibited photo of Nathi Dlamini currently on show at Open Eye Gallery


Winning Miss Gay Daveyton 2015 really made some of my dreams to become reality. In my mind I knew that I was going travel the world. Funny I didn’t know how that was going happen and I didn’t see it coming anytime soon, but Muholi made it all possible for me.

When I was told that I am given an opportunity, to go to the United Kingdom, I was so thrilled. I couldn’t share the good news with the public because I didn’t see it all happening. A lot of “what if” questions kept haunting me until I saw myself inside that Airline to the UK on September 13, 2015. It became my first international trip, with everything paid for, from the airline tickets to accommodation.


2015 Sept. 16 Somizy Ngunan & Muholi @ BBC


L-R: After the interview, Somizy Sincwala with Ngunan Adamu (Producer/Presenter for BBC Radio Merseyside) and Muholi in Liverpool, UK.

L-R: After the interview, Somizy Sincwala with Ngunan Adamu (Producer/Presenter for BBC Radio Merseyside) and Muholi in Liverpool, UK.


While I was in the UK I got an opportunity to do a follow up photo shoot, in Liverpool, one of the friendliest towns I have ever visited. I also made it to a BBC radio interview and Bay TV Interview. I represented the Brave Beauties during the opening exhibition show of Muholi’s work at Open Eye Gallery. It is the most exquisite experience that I will forever cherish. I received the treatment that every Queen deserves after winning a title.


2015 Sept. 17 Somizy & Thomas Duke @ OEG _ Vukani opening

All smiles, Somizy Sincwala with Thomas Duke, curator at Open Eye Gallery, Liverpool, UK


I would like to advise the girls to take part in these types of events because they are a form of teaching, helping others to understand our real lives, not life styles.



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2015 Oct. 1: Brick

Brick displaced your Face
Blow after blow
Bone by bone
Your face cracked and caved
Smashed under the pressure of the sharp concrete
That was brought down with full force
Upon the canvas we used to call your face
You used to see the world
Through your now crushed eye sockets
I can hear you gargling your blood
The way I do with an oral antiseptic, when I have strep throat.

But I’m getting ahead of myself-
This is how it started. Right…


He came at me first
I knew instinctively that he was the weakest in the group.
I could read the fatalistic courage in his eyes.
Let me correct myself
He only wishes to be killed one day ‘coz his life is not worth living.
But like the coward he is
He only preys on the weak.
He came my way, leading the sheep-troops.
And said that tonight
He would make a Woman outta me.

They surrounded me
Like a pack of wolves
When you defend yourself from one
You’re bitten, pulled down and attacked by another.
I remember the aggressive cheers when one landed a particularly
Good blow. They are hungry.

I know they heard me scream.
The same screams that urged them further
And further with the rising of the pitch.
But that is not who I’m talking about
I’m talking about the people,
Who live in the houses around me.
My pleas, my begs and my prayers.
They heard me.
Then reached for their windows
Locking them tighter.
And put fabric under their doors
So the sound of my screams does not carry as much.
Muffling their fear-filled-seemingly-secure-homes.

Home Owner:

All of that only applies if
You keep your head down.
See, if you are silent,
You are invisible so you don’t and
can’t open that door or call for help…
Yes Noxolo, I hear you.
But, you know how it goes.
Say it with me:
“Self preservation.”
“Self determination.”
“Self preservation.”
“Self determination.”
“Self first.”
“Self last.”
“Self only.”
So? I didn’t open my door?
None of us did.
I, too, wanna live.


I know it was the longest night of your life.
It was the longest night of all of us hearing
Life being beaten out of you.
You fought to stay alive,
While I fought the vibrations carried
by the sound of your screams.
I had never wished to be deaf,
Until that night.
I read about what happed that night in the newspaper.
Then I also wished I was blind too.


I’m scared and surrounded.
I’ve always known myself to be a fighter,
But how can I break myself out of this?
Those that hear my screams wont open their doors.
The first blow brings me to my knees.
The air escapes me like an old couch.
They are all yelling and berating me
All at once.
They keep saying the same thing:
“sinner!” and “abomination!”
“If you get a taste of this, you will come right!”
“She is corrupting our women!!!”
“O Mang wena?!?”

The first assault was the words and steel eyes.
Then the pushing.
Then the pinning down.
The kicks.
The phlegmy spits.
The urine.
The punches…
Then the props;
Stones, rocks, sneakers landing on my body.
Ribs cracking… crick-crack. Smash.
Then the collective rage found a brick
And crash rained upon crash.
They cheered each other on.

I know more than half of them;
My murderers and brutalizers.
That is why they wont let me live to see the dawn.
I sat beside the one in the red shirt, at school for three years.
He always seemed so sweet.
And then the harsh cruel reality
Hits me.
This. Is. It…


I still carry some of the shame.
That’s why I wont tell you about the
Sexual violation, the brutalization.
That hurt more than the blows to my being.

I’m gonna refrain from telling you,
What tore
And how many
And what they said
How I bled.
The deep voiced persuasions.

And again, the tearing.
They found me.
They found me with my brain splattered
Far form my body.
Face broken by bricks, smashed in,
A condom and beer bottle inside me.
Torn apart.
All 47kg of me.
My parents weren’t allowed to identify me.
On account of sparing them the secondary trauma.

I can’t remember exactly
When I died.
All I remember is that I tried to fight for life
So I might be able to warn others.
Mostly youngsters.
They must know that they are never safe walking alone.
Not even on Pride. Not even for a few meters.
Your Pride is not safe outside that door.
My last memory was the brick falling,
Forcefully on my face.
Bones breaking,
Warm crimson liquid flowing.
Chocking on my blood.
And I will say nothing about what was
Happening beneath below.
You know.


 © Papiso Matsau



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2015 Sept. 8: Faces and Phases presented at Hasselblad Foundation

by Lerato Dumse

We departed from a sunny and humid Syracuse, New York in the USA on the last day of August 2015. Zanele Muholi was selected as an Artist-In-Residence, a month long stay as part of Light Work AIR.

We stayed awake for most part of the journey, only to be betrayed by sleep, after having a light snack and tea at the lounge in Copenhagen. An hour before the last of three booked flights took off we abandoned our snooze, and made our way to the boarding gates. The final destination was Gothenburg in Sweden.

The Scandinavian country was operating on a different time zone, and welcomed us with wet weather. On arrival a friendly cab driver was waiting with a small board with Muholi written on it. He was chatty and conversed with Muholi who was occupying the front seat, she dozed off and I continued the conversation with him.


2015 Sept.1 Gothenburg friends_2373


After arriving and checking in at Poseidon Hotel, our temporary home from September 1-4, sleep was calling my name, and I responded positively. Later that evening we went for a “potluck” dinner, organized by Louise Wolthers and Mary Coble with some of their colleagues and friends from the city. We returned a few hours later, ready to hit the sack and get some rest for Muholi’s big day on September 2.

Jet lag was still firmly in control of us the following morning. The artist talk organized by Hasselblad Foundation is one of Muholi’s career highlights. With only a few hours left before the event was scheduled to start at the Stadsbiblioteket (City Library) on Götaplatsen. For this talk, Muholi was tasked with sharing about photography, and how she merges it with politics and art. Her focus was on the LGBTI community in her birth country, South Africa, with the continuing fight for recognition and protection of human rights. Louise Wolthers, who is a researcher at Hasselblad Foundation, moderated the conversation. I spoke as a participant featuring in the Faces and Phases 2006-14, with more follow up portraits of me, captured during our travels.


Three _ 3 Faces and Phases participants. L-R: Lerato Vile Muholi

Three _ 3 Faces and Phases participants. L-R: Lerato Dumse (2010), Johannesburg, Vile Fanti (2011), Stockholm and Muholi (2011), Vredehoek.


Since the talk was divided into two parts, the first day had 45 minutes dedicated to talking and screening “We live in Fear’’, before opening up for a Q&A session. The audience which started arriving nearly half an hour before starting time and came out in numbers. They were not shy to ask their questions.

Following the talk, those who were interested in buying the book moved to The Gothenburg Art Museum Book Store, where she also signed the books. While busy packing my equipment, a man came up to me and greeted me in Isixhosa. It is always lovely to hear your language spoken by a stranger abroad. We did the “pound hug” (shaking hands and hugging at the same time).
While in our short embrace, I told him “I hope you can continue the conversation in Xhosa and you don’t only know ‘molo’ because I will be heartbroken.”
He introduced himself as Vile, I was so happy he had made it to the talk. Vile Fanti is one of the transmen who are part of the Faces and Phases series, and the only participant who lives in Gothenburg.

Vile Fanti during Faces and Phases follow up shot in Gothenburg, Sweden

Vile Fanti poses during Faces and Phases follow up shoot in Gothenburg, Sweden (2015)


Muholi’s visit to Sweden was organized in partnership between Hasselblad Foundation and the Fine Art Unit at Valand Art Academy.



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2015 Sept. 12: ‘2015, the year of breaking my silence’

by Christie van Zyl

This year was my first time attending Mbokodo awards ‘Celebrating Women in the Arts.
Ang’zange nga kuzwa ukubumbana kwabantu besifazane kanje
(I have never experienced a solidarity of women so strongly before)
Our mission for the night was to make sure we support Lindeka Qampi as a nominee in the ‘Creative Photography award’ category. Terra, Lindeka and I looked snazzy, as we headed over to Joburg City Hall, were the event was hosted. We took over the space through the lens and trended social media as if the event was our baby.

Lindeka in a celebratory mood... Photo by Terra Dick

Lindeka in a celebratory mood… Photo by Terra Dick


Mbokodo awards were hosted by female comedian Tumi Morake, who introduced speeches by honorary members from the Department of Arts and Culture. Its 21 Years of Freedom and we have finally mastered a space for the recognition of women and the positive influence and change that they contribute to our still transforming democracy.

If you are you are told the story by the hunter, you will never know the heroism of the hunted.
Susan Shabangu

Our table was riddled with winners, nominees and highly esteemed women in the arts & media industries. We enjoyed the vibrancy shared with Mamela Nyamza – nominated for the ‘Dance’ award, Oyama Mbopa, Shado Twala – Mbokodo Awards adjudicator, Monique Pelser – nominated for ‘Creative Photography award’, Thandiwe Tshabalala – winner of the ‘Creative design award’, Brenda Sisane – winner of the ‘Promotion of Arts in the Media’ award and Goitsemang Lehobye – winner of the ‘Opera’ award.
These individuals were on fire in support and celebration of the winners that have been part of our collective spaces as artists and media frontiers in South Africa. We also celebrated the winnings of Mbali Vilakazi – winner of the ‘poetry’ award.
She said, 2015, year of the underdog’.  Zolani Mahola of the South African band ‘Freshlyground’, also won the ‘music’ award.

We were graced with speeches from artists such Dada Masilo – winner of the ‘Dance’ award who expressed her joy from gaining recognition in her home country.

‘I have been in this industry for 13 years and gained recognition overseas, all over Europe and the USA, but to gain recognition at home is the greatest achievement for me by far’
Dada Masilo

As well as Lindeka Qampi who panted through her speech struggling to believe that her win was real. She gave a sentimental and light hearted speech, she left the stage bouncing from one foot to the other like the tomboy that she usually is. After having accepted her award with her shoes off as they were causing discomfort while she obviously had to take photographs as she had stated.

I would like to thank Mbokodo awards for this award, it is very special to me. I never fully believed that I was nominated for this award until tonight. I would like say thank you to God.
I would like to say to Zanele Muholi – you are the oxygen in my life.
To my four kids – ndiyifumene into ebendiyizela lapha
(I got what I came here for).
Thank you to the LGBTI community for allowing me to document your lives. Thank you. Bye!’
Lindeka Qampi

The best performances took place with Vicky Sampson, KB and Swazi Dlamini performing Vicky’s 1995 Rugby World Cup smash hit ‘My African Dream’.
To our surprise we were also graced by the presence of Dorothy Masuku, who at 80 years old performed as if she was still young, but definitely never dropped the fresh!
We sang a jolly happy birthday to her and were then wowed by the serendipitous opera sounds of Sibongile Mngoma a past Mbokodo award winner.
The evening ended with South African Jazz Legend Thandi Klaasen singing the heartfelt jam ‘Meadowlands’ in a frail and memory fading state, she still rocked the stage.

There I was a young poet and activist trying to penetrate the arts and media industry mingling with the cream of the crop. Women I look up to, women I have worked alongside with, women that I never thought I would meet in my lifetime; and even women that I have been downtrodden with. There is something about knowing the struggle behind someone’s success, which makes it feel as though their every single achievement is something that you are personally achieving too. I left the awards with a mission to be one of the women that receive an award in the next two years, a pot plant of orchids – which symbolized my mother’s presence in the audience, and of course Shado Twala’s contacts who personally asked me to send her my work because she believes that there is just something about me!
I am truly humbled. Mission accomplished – Lindeka took home the ‘Creative Photography’ award – the greatest accomplishment of our household in 2015.

Winners of the 2015 Mbokodo Awards

Women in Indigenous Art – Helen Sebidi
Promotion of Language and Story Telling – Nise Malange
(An honorary award was also given to Nomsa Mdlalose)
Creative Writing – Lauren Beukes
Poetry – Mbali Vilakazi
Creative Photography – Lindeka Qampi
Visual Art (sculpture, Painting and video) – Berni Searle
Architecture – Nadia Tromp
Creative Design – Thandiwe Tshabalala
Fashion design and innovation – Hangwani Nengovhela
Dance – Dada Masilo
Opera – Goitsemang Lehobye
Theatre – Maralin Vanrenen
Comedy – Irit Noble
Women in Film – Ryley Grunenwald
Women in Jazz – Thandi Ntuli
Music – Zolani Mahola
Promotion of Arts in the Media – Brenda Sisane
Women Arts Ambassador – Yvonne Chaka Chaka
Women Arts Ambassador – Marrianne Fassler
Lifetime Achievement Award – Dr. Thembeka Nkamba van Wyk
Lifetime Achievement Award – Thandi Klaasen

Thank you to Carol Bouwer and her crew for creating such a powerfully inspirational space for women, by women. You give us something to aspire for in the realization that the bigger picture is still searching for many pieces to the puzzle of our liberation.

Wathinta abafazi, wathinta imbokodo!



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2015 Sept. 10:  Lindeka Qampi nominated for 2015 Mbokodo Award



2014 Oct. 31:  Mbokodo awards honor the first ladies of our heritage




2013 Aug. 31:  Black Lesbian Visual Activist wins Mbokodo award



2013 Aug. 29:  2nd Mbokodo Awards photos



2012 Nov. 30 Mbokodo awards






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2015 Sept. 11: Ubuntu bam’

by Noluntu Makalima

Who is Noluntu they ask, Noluntu is a universal being who embraces the true spirit of the name “Ubuntu”, meaning the love of all humanity. The name favours the spirit of unity at all times.  Noluntu validates my existence in any shape, form and compass direction.

Featuring in Faces and Phases series, Noluntu Makalima, Yeoville, Johannesburg, 2013

Featuring in Faces and Phases series, Noluntu Makalima, Yeoville, Johannesburg, 2013.  © Zanele Muholi

I am an avid sports person; my love for sports has been there from a tender age and it has summed up pretty much all the days of my life. I am a 27 year old female bodied being, embodied in butch-ness as an expression of my sexual identity. My earliest memories of my passion for sporting codes takes me back to a place called home, eGugulethu, a township in Cape Town. I remember playing soccer in our backyard with my brothers. We made a ball out of plastic bags, because my mother couldn’t afford to buy a ball every month, as we would always burst them because we played soccer on a daily. We competed and also strengthened each other’s football skills, sport kept us unified.

My fondest yet saddest moments with my relationship with soccer have my older brother in photographic memory as he was my trainer, and sports coach. He had been chosen to become a professional soccer player at the time, but sadly in 2002 he passed on due to a kidney failure leaving my family and I shattered. His passing inspired my appetite to venture into the sport fraternity. I am currently studying towards a Diploma in Sports Management and I am only left with two modules to complete my Diploma at Varsity College.

I am also a sports coach at Dainfern College, a school in the Northern Suburbs of Johannesburg, Fourways. I provide one-on-one, group training and specialized coaching sessions on different sporting codes such as soccer, softball, netball and hockey on a daily basis. As an aspiring sports manager, I am also running my own community development program called Noluntu Sports Development. It takes place every Fridays at Tembisa High School. This program focuses on female football, nurturing skills and identifying talent, which needs to be cultivated further. Doing this will boost our national female development structures which I believe are growing with great potential in South Africa.

Who is Noluntu?
People continue to ask. Beyond the surface, I am a softy really, rough on the edges and a tough cookie on the outside, excuse the pun. I am fondly known as Luntu (short version of my name), or Kin-Kin a nickname which arose while growing up because I was the King of electronic games mastering and being victorious when playing with others. I have always been a technical person, I think it was knitted in me either while I was being conceived or during the birth process.

Let me tell you more about Noluntu, she is a driven young person, with dreams and aspirations. I have always sought to do great and accomplish success, not for self gratification, but to make things easy for those around me, especially loved ones. Tracing back my footsteps, it all started at St Georges Grammar High School where I learnt  all sporting codes as I was a sporty and academically competent scholar. I was given a bursary since I was the only female pupil who participated in male dominated sports. The bursary afforded me the opportunity to further my schooling from Grade Ten until I matriculated. This unforeseen blessing helped my mother financially, as she was a single parent due to the unfortunate death of my father in 1996.


Noluntu is a Sports Development coach and presenter, also specializes in soccer, softball, netball, basketball, cricket, hockey and rugby. © Lindeka Qampi

I am an activist of life, same-sex love and women’s rights. I am also part of Faces and Phases (2006 – 2014) series. The publication features real life stories, photographs participatory images of gender queer women and trans individuals.
The team and I have seen a gap that can be challenged and also enhanced within the sport fraternity in South Africa, as there is little and close to no media coverage of sports women. As our name is self-explanatory we add colour to all the grey areas, we enlighten the spectrum.

Who is Noluntu, now I ask?
The answer remains the same, I am a person of humility, humanity and total unity. It is inevitable that I will continue to change in progression, in growth, in my faith and at the end of it all be who I am destined to be.

Related links

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2015 Jan. 3:  I dropped out of the closet many times



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