Lesiba Mothibe reports,
Lindeka Qampi took photos
At 9pm I was already at home, tired from attending both the funeral and the after tears of Muntu Aubrey Masombuka.
As I took off my high laced heels divaliciously.
I realised I had spent the whole day in KwaThema.
This is the place I met Muntuza in 2002 (almost 12 years ago).
Ironically the after tears was hosted two streets away just before Mngadi street where a mutual friend of ours hooked me up with him.
The day started early in the morning and I arrived at 9am, just an hour after the service at the Assembly’s of God church commenced.
I looked classy with a floral skinny trouser that fitted well on my sexy booty and matched it with a lime blazer.
I knew that people will dress to kill …”excuse the pun.”
The Who’s Who of the LGBTIQA communities from different parts of Gauteng were there in big masses to bid farewell to Muntu.
They looked dazzling, I must say as I spotted a few butch lesbians in nice tailored suits and the drag queens wearing their sexy sassy dresses showing gorgeous legs.
As I walked towards Maphanga Street songs of the queer struggle welcomed my ears. Comrades were chanting and singing their lungs out as a way of expressing their loss.
As I approached the entrance gay flags were raised high in the sky, winged from left to right.
Activists marched in and outside the church, while the service continued as if nothing was wrong.
I asked a friend who was there before me.
What was happening?
Why were the activists toyi toying?
The friend replied and said ” the preacher is homophobic and they refused to give us a chance to sing during the service…”
The March continued until they were ready to take Muntu to his final resting place.
A guard of honour was done for the fallen activist who fought for the lgbtiqa human rights in Kwa Thema and beyond.
By the time I arrived at the cemetery with a friend, they were almost done with the burial. We waited 10 more minutes before they were done. We left for his home where they served us food.
I was starving like a dog.
They were a lot of people who attended Muntu’s burial.
I met a few friends, ex friends, ex boyfriends and frienemys.
Muntu’s funeral brought people together.
It (re)connected relationships and helped others make new friends.
It reminded me of how colourful and stylish the South African black queer community is.
After we ate a message was passed around by one of the EPOC members that the after tears will be held at Thomas place.
The venue was in the same street but a few blocks down.
When I arrived there it was not inviting at all because I found people bored and with nothing to do.
Someone suggested we move to Mpumi’s place at Mdakana Street in Phomolo section.
When we arrived there most people were just sitting, cool R&B music was playing as others entered in bits and pieces. The party was about to begin, yuppie!!
We bought the first rounds of drinks, chilled and mingled, within an hour it was packed by funeral attendees and some who couldn’t make it earlier due to various commitments.
The place started to be more lively, the after tears began as the music changed from RnB to afro beats such as kwaito, house, old school dances songs etc.
The Rainbow community celebrated Muntuza Masombuka‘s life as jolly as he was.
His existence was the life of a party. The energy he expressed at many Gay Pride he attended.
He was a fun person who will be missed at the upcoming Gay parades, LGBTI meetings, community dialogues, parties etc.
His graceful presence was felt in every event he attended. In the 10 hours I was there and strongly believed his life was reflected.
If you didn’t know him, you would have had an idea what kind of a person Muntu was.
Rest In Peace Muntuza!
We will always remember you.
About the author
Lesiba Mothibe is a former beauty queen, activist, events organizer and Chairperson of Uthingo (LGBT organisation) in Daveyton.