2016 May 19: Day 7 PhotoXP visual diaries

by Lebo Mashifane

Sunday, 15 May 2016 marked the 7th day of our PXP. The week felt very long and eventful to me, I was surprised that it has only been 7 days for so much to have happened. And it has been blast of laughter,  dance, music, diverse art – heaven!

 

2016 May 15 Free from My Happiness audience by Luyanda Mthembu_0807

Audience who attended the exhibition at JAG. Photo by Luyanda Mthembu

 We spent the 7th day at Johannesburg Art Gallery (JAG) which was part of our field trip. We had the privilege of witnessing a photography exhibition ‘Free From My Happiness’. Three young photographers, Tshepiso Mazibuko, Lindokuhle Sobekwa and Sibusiso Bheka, from Thokoza, Katlhong in the east of Gauteng learned photography in High School through the Of Soul and Joy project.
2016 May 15 Young photographers _ Sibusiso Tshepiso Lindokuhle by LQ_0327

‘Free from My Happiness’ photographers from L-R: Sibusiso, Tshepiso and Lindokuhle.         Photo by Lindeka Qampi

Jabu Dhlamini, the mentor of the three photographers tells them that “This is your time to shine”. Such powerful words, I wonder if they  felt them as deep as they hit me – even though they were not directed at me. Lindokuhle’s exhibition was based on nyaope, the drug that is destroying the youth in our townships. He witnessed the people that are close to him turn addicts into zombies. “I grew up with them, some of these people used to fight just to protect me”.
2016 May 15 Label by Tumi Nkopane_0474

The entire week was well spent and an astounding weekend spent in Jozi; an arts workshop at the Constitutional Hill on Friday, an exhibition and a concert at Baseline on Saturday and an exhibition at JAG on Sunday. WOW!! This was really a mind-blowing and eventful
weekend. It was the “cherry on top of the cake” and “I had my cake and ate it…ALL”.
I feel that I’m still captured in the party spirit, I keep losing my breath when I think of the weekend. Hoooooo!!! There aren’t so much words to describe the feeling, the music, the lights, the colors, the people, the joy!

If I have to reflect throughout the week, there are 4 highlights that stood out for me;
Sitting at Tumi’s place for a Photo Experience workshop. Connecting with BLY members of my community and getting to know them better as we now share the common interest of photography through the PXP workshop. We sit in the classroom environment for the theoretical part for the 1st few days. These days are spent mostly with our facilitators talking and writing on the board. We learn how to use a camera and take notes in writing. The camera jargon of ISO, aperture, shutter speed, etc. was still a complex language to comprehend at this stage. Things got less hazy when we picked up the cameras and started
playing with these features while taking pictures and seeing the outcomes. We shot objects of different speeds and under different lighting conditions to grasp the correspondence of the jargon terms.
We practiced how to FRAME, FOCUS AND SHOOT moments, event by  self-timer method to include ourselves in the moments.

Taking pictures around our community in Kwa-Thema
Walking together as a group or in pairs for safety and taking photographs of landmarks and our family members, etc. Dealing with the challenge of talking to people as we had to approach people that we want to shoot. We had to interview the people that we approach in order to get the 5W’s and 1H (What, Where, When, Who, Why and How) that will substantiate the images that we capture. The disappointments of people that refuse to talk to us or take photographs of them. The excitement of willing participants and the lessons or knowledge we  acquired from the interviews we conducted with them. It brought more  light to us about our surroundings, our community, the people that live in Kwa-Thema and so forth.

Taking pictures of ourselves
Turning the camera to ourselves has been an experience that outlines how we perceive ourselves. We took self-portraits in bushes, dressed in attires and or cloths that represent us differently, from ethnic groups, careers, sexual identities, etc. The experience was shooting in self-timer mode where frame our shot and we set the camera to take a picture 10 seconds after the shutter button has been pressed. The experience of running from behind the camera to in front of the shot, missing the shot, out of frame and out of focus pictures. And the victory of nailing the shot!

One of our facilitators advised us to place an object, a broom for instance, where we substitute ourselves in the shot so that it can be easier to find focus. They also taught us how to make our own camera stand from a beans and a pantyhose. Even the other facilitator didn’t know about that and she too learned from that experience.
“I didn’t know that one of the bean bag, that was something – very interesting”, says Lindeka Qampi. It’s a basic procedure of two bags of beans, each bag poured into each leg of stockings, then looks like balls –testicles – then covered to look like one beanbag. The bag becomes flexible in its proximities as to how broad or high your preference. If the bean bag is patted to be levelled, then one can achieve a well-framed shot. As Zanele showed us how to make and operate the camera mounted on the bean bag, “It is easy to move or pan your camera”. This cost effective yet very effective structure “it costs about R25 in total” Zanele continues “and you can use it to protect your camera by placing it at the bottom of your camera bag”.

Capture moments at art events
The weekend was the highlight of highlights. Being in Jozi where the hype is heated to maximum! It was even lovely to have met new people and also see familiar faces, friends and family (through art) after a very long time. Seeing them for old times’ sake was heart-warming and spark a glow of beautiful energy.

The exhibition experience made me feel aesthetic about thinking of exhibiting our photographs. We would like to exhibit at Duduza Rank, a very busy space. It has never been done before and that’s what makes me find it most exciting.
We realized how much work we have to do in Kwa-Thema in terms of capturing the history and continue making history to gradually passing the baton to those that will come after us.
Rich in history and more interesting people and stories.
I conclude by saying that the title is really accurate, PhotoXP (Experience), because throughout the workshop it has been a series of experiences. Even after the workshop, holding the camera is going to be an eternal experience of events, emotions, shots, results, etc.
M’shito o tswela pele!

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2016 May 14: Not Yet Free concert at Bassline

Text by Lebo Mashifane
Photos by Tumi Nkopane

The practicals of our PhotoXP have been exciting, they got even more exciting when we went to Joburg CBD. On Saturday 14 May 2016, we shot a concert hosted by 1Future. It was also based on the event we had attended the previous day at Constitutional Hill, Not Yet Free. The artists that were at Con Hill had an exhibition at Bassline. The exhibition was then followed by a concert and a live interaction of visual arts by Samson Mnisi. Both exhibition and concert were a collaboration of South African and American artists, Masello Motana, Angelica Vox, Samson Mnisi, Cannon Hersey, Martin Machapa, and many more…

There were  amazing local bands such as Brothers of the Movement giving us spiritual mantras in their music. These flamboyant musicians come on stage wearing leggings. Leggings are currently worn by women in general society and here we see a band of 5 men rocking colorful leggings on stage.  Despite their vigorous appearance, their vocal and instrumental performance was great. YJOH!!!!
No words can explain the feeling I experienced at that concert. I moved until I became motionless. I watched, listened and felt my body dance with goosebumps. I realized that my body can’t move the way my heart desired.

The programme director was a strong woman, Masello Motana, who believes in rights for women and appreciates music. ”6 decades of music” she says as she introduced mam’ Masuka to the stage. Masello schooled us with History, Geography, Linguistics, etc.
She conducted lessons at a concert, how enlightened is that?!!!
She spoke about Amharic, the oldest spoken language in Africa. She engaged with the crowd, asking questions and sending the mic to the audience for responses. She even had a posing competition, bringing some attendees on stage to pose – like a beauty contest (things that are part of activities in schools).

The line up of performances was breathtaking.  Dorothy Masuka takes us to reality from Mzukwana (back in the days) when Black South Africans were faced with racial segregation. As a black woman, her music sends messages of women liberation. The crowd was young but knew mam’ Dorothy’s music and they enjoyed singing along.

 
2016 May 14 Thandiswa Mazwai with Blackjks member_0327

 
There was another powerful sister on the line-up, Thandiswa Mazwai. She was in a collaboration with BLK JKS (how deep can she be??) this time she came with a band and bang of aero-dynamic digits distort sound. She was dressed like an extraterrestrial being only to be performing in collaboration with a band that was also part of the concert’s lineup from the beginning. It wasn’t like the band was there as backing support band for music, no. It’s not like bringing your own mic to the concert, no, it’s deeper than that. Deeper to the sense that it’s like you are wearing an outfit that changes to the same color as the lights of the concert stage management setting. It’s like you are the lecturer that gets to lecture the students and the lecturers. To the point that this lecturer is even the lecturer of lecturers when the university’s curriculum or syllabus changes as a whole. The kind of lecture that invites lecturers to learn about their work. Like being a trainer of trainers as well as trainees of the trainers.

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The universal language of music was well received by all through dance – regardless of “lifetime” of being a black lesbian or a white heterosexual. There we were one through art. The sound of guitars and how they were strung was something out of this world!!! Where music was the form of a universal message… Or a calling to a meeting where the message will be delivered.

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Thembi Seete and Theo Nhlengethwa of Boom Shaka. Photos by Tumi Nkopane (2016)

Boom Shaka was there as well. It was my first time to see them perform live and Lebo is not with them anymore.

My dream was to dance for Lebo Mathosa, I wanted to finish school before I could concentrate on being a dancer for her. She was that woman that completes me. Even to her passing, I was able to receive it with acceptance of nature; I knew to wait for the next lifetime to reconnect with her soul in a new form or both of us in a new lifetime of a new form. Like the love of a mother and a child… the love of a lover with a lover with mutual love for the lover, faithful and willing to let nature be the separator. Like accepting that before you raise a butterfly, you need to raise a cocoon. A cocoon that will bring a worm before it gives you the love of your LIFE-time’s eternity. Like in that sense, I accept to lose her as a lover by being in a “mother-daughter” relationship.

This concert became an embrace of good memories and eventually realising other things. Like being taught by a dead person through spiritual telepathic contact with your soul. like they said things to you when they were still alive. they told you something serious or taught you a lesson but you just laughed and missed the lesson when you thought they are missing the joke. only to find that you missed the intensity of the depth of the actual message in what they said to you. that’s how human end up with “you don’t know what you got until it’s gone” because you realise only after a person is dead that you had to pay attention. Then you start witnessing REGRET…GRUDGE.

But the experience for me didn’t get me there. Instead it got me to the realizing the actual emotion within the actual message… grasping what was above-mentioned as “intensity of the depth of the actual message”. It’s like getting the joke eventually, when it was initially intended to be a joke in that instance of the instant (moment), moment in that lifetime. and the response is laughter. with no regret held. embrace even after the loss in physical existence.

My dream to dance for Lebo was the love I had for her in this lifetime. I love her to that point that I submitted myself to embrace her with my ability. When she died my mother was the first person to inform me but I didn’t believe her.  My mother is the person that I listen to the most in my life that I never disobey or disbelieve anything she says. She is that lecturer in my life, but that instant I disbelieved what my mom told me. Like a mother when they inform her that her child had died, she gets in to a trans and starts to jump… jump to say, oh Lebo will be back soon from school, I need to prepare for my child when she gets back home from her next day that leads to the teachers at her school praising her. Certifying her as an ambassador, a black child in a white and coloured surroundings. Like saying that you organize even the most organized people.

Lebo Mathosa was my love. And her passing made me a week person that fell alone. Like cheating on your true lover. Just because I lost her in this lifetime didn’t mean that I was supposed to love another. I knew better but I failed myself. But like the prodigal son, I returned back home and find it still there, waiting for me. Like knowing what you HAVE while it’s still here. Then you appreciate more and love it unconditionally. In this lifetime I slid… I fell in love with Thandiswa. She was like the rebound that I eventually really fell in love with.

The concert gave me an opportunity to confront them both, Lebo and Thandiswa. This is where I got the “intensity of the depth of the actual message” and accepted it well as part of nature of unconditional love or agape love.

Not yet uhuru are words that still hold truth. Like that lesson that contained “intense depth of the message it conveyed.” Boom Shaka opens with the song “Be Free”, this song is more that a decade old however it stands relevant today. This song holds power and answers. I quote a lines from the song “…I’ll find a place where true love lives. I’ll be free from the pain, free from these chains that are binding me…” This song gives us a solution to FREEDOM of Not Yet Free – and the solution is TRUE LOVE.

Then things got very interesting when they sang “Bambanani”, it has a isi Zulu into followed by Lebo singing. The intro is “Ayi hlale phansi ibamb’umthetho” which means sit down and obey. This requires the performers to sit down or kneel. Boom Shaka, which now consists of 3 members – Thembi, Theo and Junior after the passing of Lebo. Theo and Junior knelt at the intro of the song, while Thembi laid down. When Lebo’s part entered, Thembi rose up to sing it. It was a reflection of her raising Lebo from the dead. Even after all these years, Thembi is still flexible, she can raise her leg up high, jump up and down and dance in hills. Did I mention that she is still as hot as ever?

I realized how Boom Shaka invented Nae Nae, twerking and can I be safe in saying Beyonce is a replica of Lebo. Lebo existed as the diva that dresses and dances the way Beyonce has been doing lately. Lebo did it from the 90’s, Beyonce appeared years later. The blond hair, revealing outfits, fit thighs, stockings and hills, etc.
The Boom Shaka song Thobela is danced similarly as ‘Nae Nae’. The Boom Shaka song It’s About Time has a part of the dance where they twerk. These are dances from the 90’s, imagine how creative these people have been.

When Boom Shaka came on stage, I stopped shooting and lived in the moment. I was having fun dancing and observing all the realisations that came to me. We were in the frontline, in da Bassline, reggaefied, jazzified, it was rocking, kuze kuse.

 

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2016 May 24: The joys and troubles of being a father

by Sharon ‘Sicka’ Mthunzi

I think I speak for every parent when I say the best thing that can happen to you is when you are blessed with a child that is a gift from God. It is always great watching your little one grow from the little toddler they are to a troublesome teenager and before you know it, they are out of your life. It all happens so fast that you wish time can reverse so that you can enjoy those experiences again.

 

2016 May 24 Sicka portrait

 

I am a father today, I have given “birth” to my first ancestral child. As Africans I believe that everyone is shown and guided by his/her ancestors on their own life journey. Whether it is through dreams, visions or instincts, at the end our ancestors are our very own angels. Ifone has been chosen to go for initiation to become a healer they undergo a few challenges and a change in their lives. This influences everything in their lives, be it love life, work, home etc. Consulting with a healer is always wise because we as healers are a medium between a normal being and their ancestors.

 

Sharon 'Shaz' Mthunzi 2 _ Daveyton Johannesburg 2014

The author is our Daveyton hip hop artist and also Faces and Phases participant, Nonkululeko ‘Shaz’ Mthunzi also known as Sicka…

 

Now the question is, how does one know where to go?
How does this happen?

 

There are many ways ancestors show signs and warnings. It can be through a dream or you would be in a Trans and find yourself in that person’s house. I was chosen at a very young age to go for initiation and today I am a qualified healer and now a father. The reason why I’m called a father is because the ancestor I carry is male and the correct term to use is uGobela. My child’s ancestral name is Mahlabezulu and she is an 18 year old female. She reminds me of the time when I went for initiation but I was much younger than her.
I had to leave school at the age of 16. It is true what is said “children pay for their parents sin,” because if our parents or our parents parents accepted this calling, we wouldn’t be in this situation.
Well my aunt always says “if you don’t want this to happen to you, who do you want it to happen to?”
My answer would be no one and I guess everything happens for a reason.

As a father, I am responsible for everything that concerns my child like finance, family issues, health etc. I must teach my child everything I was taught by my Gobela. It is not easy because you not only teaching her but also teaching her how to teach her ancestors and also how to control her gift.

 

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Counselling is very important and crucial before initiation starts, one needs to confess all their sins, ask for forgiveness and forgive. I saw my child grow spiritually from day one even though she was battling with the emotional scars she carried but eventually she made peace with them. My Gobela always says she reminds her of me while I was still in initiation, from the respect I gave her, how I took responsibility and how I danced. Raising my very own spiritual child grows me also and prepares me for the next children coming. I am proud to say being a father was a great experience and I am looking forward in helping others find their very own paths in this life journey. My child is done and she is going back home to be with her family and very soon others are coming and I will be ready and waiting…

 

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2016 May 25: “The mood was tense”

by Leptie Phume

I remember the 25th of May was on a Saturday then, the younger me was very excited that it will be my birthday the following day and mom will come. Well that is what I was told by my grandmother. Normally a party would be thrown for me even though it was never those big fancy parties. It was always pyjama parties which I loved dearly, and only my closest friends attended. It was like more of a ritual thing, they knew that.

26 May 2002, my day on a Sunday. Energetic me is very excited, everything was all good until I question about why we not going to shop for my birthday. My grandma replied with a “Hakena tjhelete Lebo” answer, impossible I thought to myself. From my face only, you could see the anger and disappointment without me saying a word. I couldn’t believe what she just told me, because I knew a day before I saw she had money. I asked myself where did it all go.

Throughout the day the mood was tense. You could tell something was not right. I even overheard my grandma telling one of our closest family friend. She told her how she could sense something bad will happen or happened. I stood there hoping that she will say she’s kidding my party will be happening later at night but it never did.

Monday, 27 May 2002. Weekend done and dusted and I was excited that mom is coming today. I kept telling my friends at school that my mother will be home when I come back from school. After school I bought bunch of popsicles and hurried back home, when I got there the house was full. I greeted and shoot straight to my room to change while sucking on my popsicle, after all it was training day.I remember that day vividly as it unfolds, our neighbour, Sis Thandi walked in the room to call me. When we got to the dining room I sat down, I could see from their eyes something bad happened. I suddenly got worried and scared, my gran was there, everyone whom I’m fond to was there.

My gran started by saying you know we love you, all of us in this room. I just nodded my head and looked at all of them. She asked me who Pinkie is and with a smile on my face I proudly told her that is my mother. She shrugged and took a deep breath while I wait on her to tell me she’s on her way but things took a quick turn.

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She told me my mother was in hospital, my heart shrank as she tells me. I got worried, my mind was pacing thinking whether she’s ok where she is. I thought of my sister, my 2nd grandmother all I wanted to hear was don’t worry she will be fine. Instead all I heard was Pinkie passed away yesterday morning, I felt like the world had dropped on my shoulders. My life in a younger age fell apart, nothing made sense in that moment all I wanted to do was follow her.

I quickly zone out, my body was there but my mind was far away. I couldn’t cry even though I wanted to, I felt my eyes getting watery but I held the tears back.
I kept quiet, was told to go pack my clothes as I was going to Springs. I stood up went to my room and when I got there I sobbed so hard. I felt like God doesn’t love me, I kept questioning his ways. I asked him why would he took my mother from me on my birthday. I asked him whether his happy to see me cry like that. Sis Thandi walked in on me crying and I tried to stop but she told me to cry even more and not hold back the pain I’m feeling. I cried so much that I felt like crying ain’t helping. I kept on recalling all my moments with her.  I hated the doctors and nurses who couldn’t save her life for me. To this day my birthdays are filled with mixed emotions.  I don’t know whether I should celebrate them or not. No matter how excited I would be when my birthday approaches but come the 26th I get emotionally unstable.

I am 25 years today and the pain is still as sharp as it was then. I never get used to it and it never gets easier but I learned to live with it. I don’t wish anyone the pain I endured in my young me days.

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2016 May 12: Free PhotoXP training for Kwa-Thema youth

by Lebo Mashifane

The love we have for photography.

Inkanyiso opens doors to the BLY (black lesbian youth) of Kwa-Thema yet again in 2016.
A group of six BLY from this community participate in a Photo Experience (PXP) Workshop conducted by Inkanyiso in May. Zanele Muholi gives back the photography skill to township citizens.

Unemployment rate is high and continues to increase in South Africa, especially in the townships. Sharing of skills activates the combat against the disgrace of this nature. Photographers, Lindeka Qampi and Zanele Muholi facilitate the 7 day PhotoXP attended by Boitumelo “Tumi” Nkopane, Khanyisile Mtungwa, Lebo Mashifane, Lerato Dumse, Lerato “Maphike” Rafedile and Luyanda Mthembu. We didn’t have access to a training facility and Boitumelo offered her place to accommodate us for the entire workshop. Regardless of the power failures in the township, m’shito otswela pele (the vibe continues).

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PhotoXP trainees in action. L-R:  Khanyi Mtungwa, Maphike Rafedile, Lindeka Qampi (co-facilitator), Tumi Nkopane, Lerato Dumse and Lebo Mashifane. Photo by Luyanda Mthembu.

It is a beautiful pick six and an amazing XPerience to be holding such cameras for the first time and also to take such astounding shots. “I didn’t know that shooting photos is so intense”, says Maphike, while expressing her experience of watching
photographers shoot to being the photographer that shoots. “You are now photographers”, says Zanele Muholi to the participants. After that, Muholi gave the platform to Qampi who started by saying, “Someone from oversees, who doesn’t even know me, will want to write a book about me. Whereas you are here! I live with you and you know me. Why don’t you become the capturers of this history?” says Lindeka, before sharing her story with us.

Those who don’t own cameras were each given a camera to practice with. Everyone appreciates the opportunity and is dedicated to complete the PXP with the aim to continue taking photographs after the 7 day workshop. Lindeka’s story touched souls and we realized how sentimental photography is. Lindeka taught us the basic elements of photography – frame, focus and shoot.

Frame is to place your subject in the correct parameters in the shot. Focus, well sounds self-explanatory, means adjusting the lens so that your subject appears clear.

Then the fun part, SHOOT, where you execute your framed and focused image, BANG!
We also learned exposure techniques; which means controlling the amount of light that the picture gets exposed to. The techniques include: Shutter speed: if shutter speed is decreased then more light enters the camera.
Aperture: when the f-stop is decreased then more light enters the camera. ISO: when ISO is increased, then more light enters the camera.

Lerato tries to understand the technical incorporation of proper image exposure to light. “I should get the book that elaborates the correspondence between F-stops and shutter speed.”

2016 May 9 PhotoXP participants with LQ & Muholi by LD_5287

PhotoXP trainees and co-facilitators. L-R: Lebo Mashifane, Lerato ‘Maphike’ Rafedile, Tumi Nkopane, Luyanda Mthembu, Khanyi Mtungwa, Muholi and Lindeka Qampi by Lerato Dumse.

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Tumi Nkopane by Lerato Dumse

We were also taught lighting manipulations such as creating silhouette images by shooting a subject with more backlight. All of us were given the chance to set the camera on self-timer in order to take group shots and include ourselves in the shot. Self-timer is when the camera is set to take a picture a few seconds after the shutter button is pressed. The shutter button is the button pressed to take a picture. Eventually we all accessed cameras to take shots in the community and our visual story telling began. As we walk down Job Maseko Street, Tumi says “Job Maseko was a
soldier. He built a school and named it after himself and this street is also named after him
.”
Khanyi was not feeling well but showed determination and zest. She added “We were not forced to be part of this workshop, it is our choice.”

The pick six of BLY makes herstory of Kwa-Thema through the lens of a camera. Our next challenge began, approach people and interview them. Find the 5 W’s and 1 H (What, Where, When, Who, Why and How) from the interview and the pictures should also be just as elaborative. We went out as a group and divided ourselves in pairs to shoot in different places. We were in different places at the taxi rank.

Duduza Rank, the hub of transportation in Kwa-Thema, is the gateway in and out of our township. Different types of businesses are found in Duduza Rank – live chicken, grilled chicken feet, traditional medicine, vegetables, mats made from grass, etc. You can imagine how hectically busy this area is, there are a lot of people moving about.
There are different modes of transport in my township, some elders and children are taking taxis and others board the bus, other residents are seen walking and shopping, people are selling, platting hair, gambling etc. There are also those who are up to no good, looking for someone to mug and publicly smoking illegal substances.

It is risky to shoot at such spaces because there are hungry eyes looking at your camera and want to snatch it away. Although there are unique and interesting shots that can be taken at Duduza Rank. Township life is not found just anywhere in the world. It is also very bold to decide to shoot there because it is something unusual and it can make you a target to the criminals. However, you are guaranteed to get brilliant photographs. It would be amazing for the community to showcase the photographs there, in that busy-ness.
Something that has probably never been done, an exhibition of photographs in Duduza Rank.

We have also shot images in some of Kwa-Thema’s landmarks such as BuliThando Park, Ndaba Tree and Kwa-Thema Customer Care Center. For our self representation we were advised to photograph ourselves, our families and our environment. It gave us an experience of capturing through various framing objects and people. It was fascinating to frame using objects such as a cup handle, window frame, a reflection of someone else, the keyhole, etc.

My biggest challenge in this workshop is approaching people. It is difficult to take photos without consent, sometimes one has to avoid disappointment more especially when the subject disagrees to have his/her photo taken. Some people in our townships do not know not appreciate photography. They are concerned about being exposed or scandalized on the newspapers. If you carry a camera, they think that you are a journalist working for African Reporter a local newspaper in KwaThema.

 

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PhotoXP co-facilitator Muholi and the photo trainee, Luyanda Mthembu. Photo by Lerato ‘Maphike’ Rafedile.

 
Members of our society still have wrong perception on arts as a career. They believe that you are wasting money and time going to school for such a nonsensical course. Their conception is that one need to be a lawyer, doctor, accountant, teacher, etc. Not everyone is academic, other people are creative and artists. It should be considered that not all the SA youth make it to tertiary institutions due to poverty and high drop out rate. Even some of those who’ve made it suffer under the academia prejudice.

Self destruction becomes their gateway while their stories perish untold.  They become forgotten and never embraced.
This then leads to high level of stress and anxiety amongst the youth due to doors of opportunities shutting them out.

2016 May 9 Khanyi by Maphike_9095

Khanyi by Maphike

 

2016 May 9 Lerato Dumse by Tumi_9393

Lerato by Tumi

 
It is not everyone that gets a chance to hold a camera and take a photograph. It is not easy to teach photography because cameras and back up equipment are expensive. It is really a privilege to have people that dedicate or sacrifice their time, money, equipment, emotions and effort- amongst other things, to give the black youth in townships such a skill.

Now we can tell our stories of Kwa-Thema and be part of the mark of existence, through a skill acquired – PHOTOGRAPHY.

 

 

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2016 May 10: I am a strong, queer black woman and a survivor

by Shirley Ndaba (Hendricks)

I have been an orphan, had no one to comfort of protect me and I have made it through life. I have seen the darkest shades of darkness, I have been hurt countless times, I fell so hard, lost myself, my inner being disappeared from within, giving up seemed like the best option. I even thought of giving it all up, but never stopped fighting and look at me now and l don’t think this was the reason why my heart chose to love her. I conquered and I am proud to say I am a strong black woman and a survivor.

I have never had it easy in life. Well no one said it would be easy, always had to hustle for survival, always reminded myself of my worth and maintaining my dignity as a young black woman. Young girls look up to me because I know my worth, what I want in life and where I want to be. Being homeless has never stopped me from trying harder; it helped me determine my life goals. I hustle through my life struggles and wake up the next morning with a big beautiful smile on my face, like I wasn’t crying the previous night. I still don’t think my life experience is the reason why my heart chose to love her because I have always known I wanted her. I never let my past life define what I truly am or my future because I am a strong, queer black woman and a survivor.

My life challenges and struggles have made me the strong, beautiful and smart woman I am today. There are times when I want to give up but remind myself that the devil is a liar! I am a woman of faith, the child of God through Christ; I wake up in the morning and hear the devil say, “Damn, she’s awake!!” I put my God in everything I do, because without my Jesus I’m not able to do anything and know deep in my heart that He loved me before I even knew I would ever fall for her. When I break down, I get up, dust myself and continue my journey and race of life because I am a strong, queer black woman and a survivor.

I am a young feminine, strong and queer black woman; my worth beats a diamond’s worth. I shine so beautifully and bright and can’t break easily. I refuse to play a victim of life and act as though the world owes me something. I take charge of my life, I have and forever will use the bricks thrown at me to build a foundation from within. I am no longer an orphan but I am a strong woman, a queer woman, and a conqueror as I have conquered.

I am a fighter and a believer, not only have I been hurt, seen and experienced pains, seen the darkest shades of darkness. I have also gained so much strength, wisdom, comfort and protection from this world. My experience and life struggles are not the reason why I love her, I am proud to say I have made it through life because I a strong, queer black woman and a survivor.

 

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2016 April 18: “The fashionista in Me”

by Leptie Phume

About 3 years ago I got the opportunity to be featured in Faces and Phases, a series by Zanele Muholi. Back then I had little knowledge of who she was and I didn’t understand the series at large. As time went by I began to know who she is and what she does best. I fully understand the concept of the series and why she chose to photograph the LGBTI community.

2013 Aug. Leptie                                                                                       2013

My first portrait was taken in Etwatwa extension 7, Daveyton. I didn’t know what to expect that day. I had mixed emotions about the shoot, for someone who loves photos I was nervous. I mean that’s unlike me, to be nervous to be photographed. Anyway I over came that feeling, I relaxed and got in my comfort zone and we created legendary black and white image that will always be my favourite.

 

2016 April 3 Leptie best _ Black & White_1874                                                                                   2016

On the 3rd of April 2016 I had a follow up Faces and Phases 10 shoot for a series that will be turning a decade in four months. The shoot took place at my house in KwaThema, I am very happy that the shoot took place at the comfort of my home.

After finishing with an unplanned shoot we turned the focus on the main reason she came. The fashionista in me, I prepared 3 different outfits for the shoot. Ended up deciding on black pants, white shirt with a black blazer and Adidas superstar sneakers which are a must have.  Since it is a black and white series my choice of colours complement it best.

I’ve always wanted to relive the first photo’s moment, so we tried doing the exact pose but truth is we both knew it would never be the same. I never struggle during shoots, as I believe I’m a natural in front of the camera plus the camera loves Leptie like how Leptie loves the camera. During the shoot I felt dizzy and I couldn’t stand for long, lucky for me we had our shot by then.

But the day was not over, I got to witness and help out when shooting other Faces and Phases participants. From Mbali Zulu who I’ve known for a while now from being opponents during soccer matches to dancing partners during parties in our varsity days at the University of Johannesburg. Also watching first time participant Luyanda Mthembu who was rather nervous while doing her thing in front of the camera.

2014 Oct 31 Leptie _ Faces follow up                                            2014 Follow up photo in Krugersdorp, Johannesburg

2015 Leptie _ Durban 1
2015 Leptie _ Durban 2

2015 Leptie posed in front of a garage door,  in Durban

I appreciate being given the opportunity to be part of this magnificent project and being able to speak out about my sexuality without using any words but through images.
That is me saying, “I am not scared to be who I want to be and love whoever I find attractive be it the same gender as me.” Fact is we are not going anywhere; we belong in this world as much as everyone else who lives in it.

 

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2016 April 27: Re/Uniting with Faces and Phases participants on Freedom Day

by Fiona-Donna Young

I have known about Faces and Phases since I was 16 years old and started reading Inkanyiso when I was 17 years old after countless google search attempts trying to see how best I would stay in the loop with trending LGBTI activities. This search happened during a time of self-discovery and coming to terms with my sexuality. Since this vulnerable age till date, Zanele Muholi has been a womyn I look up to, who has kept me intrigued and yearning to push my artistic boundaries as both a playwright and a director.

 

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Faces and Phases participants: Top row (L-R): Londeka Xulu, Ntsiki Dlamini, Phila Mbanjwa and Shirley Ndaba. Bottom row (L-R): Muholi, Sunday Mdlankomo and Thobe Mpulo

 

On Freedom Day in 2016 I was seated amongst scribers of history, who had participated in this very project titled ‘Faces and Phases’, most of them were from Pietermaritzburg.
It’s one thing to see beautifully depicted photographs in a book, but trust me it’s a moving experience to interact one on one with the very people who have been featured in Faces and Phases. Posing questions and gaining closer insight I observed what was a reunion for these photo-historians, it was in 2012 that this project was piloted in Pietermaritzburg known as PMB, and finally they were reuniting not only as participants but also with their older selves stated Thobe.

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Today looking at my photograph I realised I actually survived that traumatic experience and man there are so many dreams that I still need to achieve, that’s what looking at my photograph reminded me of,” added Phila Mbanjwa. When both these words were uttered by Phila and Thobe I caught myself humming in approval and confirming with a ‘Yes!’.
In that ah-haah! Experience. As an observer of this historical moment, I realised that Faces and Phases not only offered a healing experience for the participants but as the observer you also feel inspired looking at close to three hundred Lesbians and Transgender individuals who are beautiful, resilient, charming and evolving but most importantly they are black and are like me.

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“Uma sekulotshwa amagama, elami lizobe likhona”
stated Londeka, who mentioned that it feels so good to have made a positive contribution within the LGBTI community. “I never really knew it would feel this good to page through this book and view myself with such pride,” Sunday Mdlankomo emphasized. Before adding, “I heard from Zanele that my photograph had international recognition and it sparked some dialogue.”

In the 10 years since Faces and Phases was born, I think it will further gain recognition in the present through the healing it has offered its participants  but most importantly Faces and Phases  will invest towards future recognition in offering a testimony of excellence for upcoming Black, Beautiful Lesbians and Transgenders. Worthy are those who received such a refreshing experience because I have been awakened to head back to my writing pad and to scribe my own contribution of history.

 

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2016 April 2: Faces and Phases follow-ups
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2015 Sept. 8: Faces and Phases presented at Hasselblad Foundation
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2015 Sept. 2: When Faces Meet in Gothenburg, Sweden
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2015 March 26: Four generations of black lesbians at the Faces and Phases book launch

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2015 March 25: Photos from Faces and Phases book launch @ AGI – UCT

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2015 March 20: Faces and Phases book launch at UCT African Gender Institute

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2015 Mar.9: “African Photography & “Faces and Phases” seminar

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2014 Dec. 12: Muholi presents Faces and Phases (2006 -14) at home

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2014 Dec. 13: Faces and Phases invokes memories

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2014 Dec. 9: Exclusive Book Launch of Faces and Phases in Amsterdam

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2014 Dec. 7: The joys and pains of organising Faces and Phases (2006-14) book launch

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2014 Nov. 25: Faces and phases-embodying the freedom of being

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2014 Nov. 26: Faces and Phases mini book launch @ RFSL, Stockholm

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2014 Nov. 20: Book Review: Faces and Phases (2006 – 2014)

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2014 Nov. 20: New York Faces and Phases (2006 – 2014) book launch

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2014 Nov. 7: Faces and Phases (2006 – 2014) book launch in Johannesburg

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2014 Nov. 19: Faces and Phases (2006 – 2014) book launch in New York

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2014 Oct. 31: Faces and Phases (2006 – 2014) book launch

2014 June 26: Successful Faces and Phases O.P.E.N in Singapore

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2015 June 28: Beauties from Faces celebrating their Phases

 

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2014 Sept. 26: Visual diary from Ulm, Germany

 

 

 

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2016 April 18: “I have never seen so many Queer people under one roof…”

by Thembisa Cordelia Mhlawuli

We are all born with greatness within, of course greatness is determined by the grace of your services to others. Humanity stands to be the one greatness within, which allows one to see greatness and strive to unleash that power in everyone else. When I say this I speak of one person well known for her greatness Zanele Muholi.

It was a Saturday the 19th of March 2016, my last day at work until my much needed leave from work. I called uBab’ Muholi informed her that am on leave; she immediately invited me and wife to go to Durban. She was documenting VMCI’s Easter Convention, I was so overwhelmed with excitement when I shared the news with Yanela Ncetani. The decision was made, we were cancelling our plans and going to Durban we were thinking it’s not everyday one gets to travel to another city. All was arranged from transportation down to accommodation for when we get there. On the 22nd of March the bus tickets were booked.

2016 March 27 Lovey & Yanela_1174

Wednesday the 23rd at 16:30 we departed from Cape Town, the trip was estimated at a 24 hours drive. Travelling by bus to Durban was fulfilling never minding the long journey we got to see how beautiful our country actually is as we crossed through the provinces. It was truly a bonding experience for us. I just laugh when I think of the little debates we had about where we were and what we saw as we would take turns to sleep, that was really fun. By the time we got to Pietermaritzburg the weather had changed from scotching hot to rainy which was not a bad thing at all. As some would say the rain is a sign of good things to come call me superstitious that’s what I was taught. When we arrived at Durban bus station Zanele was already there to welcome us. Accompanied by Sandile, who drove us to our final destination, a place called Tre Fontane Lodge in Marianhill.

When we arrived at the Lodge it was already dark and we were too tired to take a tour of the place. Dinner was prepared for us and we had a wholesome meal whilst enjoying supper. Pastor Zenzi Zungu, the founder of VMCI Church walked in and bab’ Muholi introduced us. Of course I was baba Mhlawuli with my future Mrs Mhlawuli. I will tell you this, “I loved being called baba Mhlawuli. We then freshened up, while Muholi was running around making sure everyone is comfortable. She is truly driven, close to a super being, while settling in we finally had time to relax and catch up with Bab’ Muholi. With the pleasantries out of the way, Zanele explained the nature of the whole reason we were there, she explained that Durban, JHB Soweto, PE and Mpumalanga have a ministry called Victorious Ministries Church International (VMCI), and the esteemed Pastor Zungu heads the congregation. Zanele further explained that the church has mostly LGBTI members; we were honestly amazed because we have never been to such a church before. Zanele explained to us that the event will be held throughout the weekend, and showed us pictures of previous events beautiful I must say. The first night at the lodge was a total bliss.

We woke the up the next morning breakfast was ready, we enjoyed breakfast with Muholi’s friends who travelled with from Johannesburg, Tumi Nkopane and Sandisiwe Dlamini became our new friends. A bit later while preparing for church everyone had arrived at the Lodge. Everyone looked so beautiful, I personally have never seen so many Queer people under one roof for church purposes. It was the first for me,  well apart from funerals, parties and Pride.

2016 March 27 Abafundisi base VMCI_7357

The programme was handed over and it showed that Friday and Saturday were to have 3 services a day one in the morning, midday and at night starting at 09:00 am ending 22:00 pm. After the first service we realized that we are missing out. The pastors present for the convention included Apostle Zungu, Pastor T. Ngwane, Pastor Dlamini, Pastor Zulu, Pastor Sinqe, Pastor Khanyile, Pastor Ndosi, Pastor Mazibuko and Pastor Nonxuba.
It all made sense why Muholi was God sent and placed with a task to invite us for such an event.

When the last service for Friday was done it dawned on us that there is more to life than being a lesbian who goes out partying, working, and living a good life themselves. We got a wake up call that one is actually very hungry spiritually. Not that one doesn’t go to church, it is that one is never free when one does go.  For the first time in forever you were in the house of the Lord and you are free, with no fear of who knows who and what you are, it felt good walking into a space where you can walk in church holding your partners hand without having to think who might be judging. Back in our rooms people were preparing for the next day. I was amazed to hear the worship team rehearsing and those who were going to be in the programme for the next day were heard at prayer, feeding their souls with the holy word and that for me was magical. I slept the evening through like a baby, so excited for the next day.

The next morning all was prepared for the day, now the one thing I forgot to mention is that the Durbanites love dressing up. Most brought their best garments, am telling you, each seminar was a treat, they looked stunning and when I say they I mean each and everyone.  As beautiful as everyone was the most important thing though is what they had in store for the congregation each message delivered was powerful and it truly hit home. One word to describe it is Phenomenal.

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As we write this we are going through the whole experience and the memories created and we can’t help but smile, being thankful that we were part of such. As the services went on and everything that happened in there was nothing short of miracles and all I can say is that the presence of the almighty was definitely working on souls such as mine, and that alone was a life changing moment for me. Saturday’s service done and on our way to sleep I felt different or rather I felt like I had a light bulb moment and something woke up from within although I cant pin point out exactly what that actual feeling was. Bedtime was peaceful yet again.

After the second session was over Bab’ Muholi invited everyone to one of the lodge’s boardrooms to watch a documentary in memory of the late Mrs Zungu. She passed on in December 2015. The documentary began with clips that were taken early 2012 when the Durban VMCI had just opened. Where the late Mrs Zungu had participated in the church activities down to her previous Easter conventions prayers. The most touching part of the documentary was a clip during early last year taken by Muholi in New York were both Pastor Zungu and Mrs Zungu were invited by baba to see her most acclaimed work overseas.

2016 March 27 Pastor Zungu wt Yanela & Lovey_7604
Sunday morning people dressed to the TEEE! Everyone looked absolutely spectacular. The last service was emotional as it was the last service we were to have, then we parted ways afterwards.  The service was wonderful as expected, and after the service we all had the last meal together, then took pictures, which was a bit emotional. Oh I forgot to mention as my wife to be was coming back from church she fell on the stairs going down to have the last meal. It was embarrassing I also got hurt but it wasn’t severe. I think the excitement of it all got to me.  Sad part was saying our goodbyes. All was packed and ready to go. We got to the bus station however everything was fully booked, considering it was Easter weekend and all. Now our best resort was booking a flights no luck there as well, the only available flights were for the next day and only British Airways was available the others were fully booked till the Wednesday the 30th. Muholi was worried and she took it upon herself to ensure that the tickets are booked. Again that brings one to ask how blessed can one be?

Seeing that the flight was booked for the next day that meant spending the night in Durban. Muholi took us to her home where she grew up in uMlazi. P section as she called it. It was a long weekend and no one was up for cooking so we opted for Shisa Nyama instead. We got to Muholi’s home we were welcomed with very warm hands. We reminisced about the weekend’s events while sitting in the yard with Nonhle Kunene, Lerato Dumse, Tumi Nkopane, Sandisiwe Dlamini and Muholi. Our flight was for 6 o’clock in the morning and that meant a very early morning as the airport is quite far from uMlazi.

We stayed up for most of the night just talking about everything under the sun we were supposed to leave at 3 in the morning because Muholi’s older sister Mam’ Lizzy (as most of us called her) had a flight earlier than ours.  3 o’clock came about and we said our goodbyes for the last time.
(Sad moments yet again, I hate goodbyes). It was dark when we arrived and dark when we left I wished we could’ve seen Umlazi under the sun. The three of us travelled together accompanied by baba’s brother whom we met the previous night.  We arrived at the airport safely, checked in just on time. At 05:50 our flight was to depart from King Shaka International airport heading home. Our flight landed at the Cape Town airport at past 8 due to certain delays. My mother was already there to pick us up.  Got home and shared the experience.

And it makes sense to share it with everyone as well because great moments are to be shared. The only thing I can say is that I look forward to the day that a VMCI branch is opened in Cape Town.

 

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2016 April 24: “Only a few people really know my sadness

 

Sunday, that was the day we saw each other again after so long. Somehow I wasn’t as smooth as I wanted to be, but there She was on my door step. We had a young chat; spoke about life, very briefly. She had such presence; she quickly turned my living room into a photo studio in under a minute.

There I was again in front of her camera, reciting. God knows, I haven’t been writing or doing any poetry for a while. It seems like these days I’m a one-line writer. Life has me busy.

As we took a few shots and snapped a short video, in that moment I realised even more how much I missed reciting. I looked into her eyes and started reciting a poem about love. It was quite intimate, her eyes on mine, me explaining a love that I desire.

It’s in her eyes I remembered; I’m always generally a happy character, only a few people really know my sadness. I’m a firm believer in better days to come after a storm; grief is something of a quick process for me. I however dwell in my grief, just never for too long.

2016.04.24: Muholi & Andiswa after Faces and Phases follow-up shoot in Durban

2016.04.24: Muholi & Andiswa after Faces and Phases follow-up shoot in Durban

 

I tell you this because ever since the Faces and Phases project started, the first time Zanele took a photo of me. I always found it difficult to portray being serious, because generally that is not me. I smile.

In the first photo she ever took of me for the project, I looked angry; the question is why? What was I so frustrated about? Could it be because being a black lesbian in South Africa has its difficulties and brutalities?

Perhaps my frustration is that we don’t get to see the celebration of gay life, the normality of it from our point of view. That gay people are human and that their sexuality is not what defines who they are. We are not our pain, we need to celebrate us, the celebration of both love and pain, for from pain we grow.

As I stood in front of Her lens for the second time the question that came was how do we educate?
Why is it that some men can accept lesbians but they then go and kill gay men?
Why is it that the same men that rape Lesbians turn and fxck Gay men?
How can they be accepting of the one and not the other?
There is still a lot that needs to be understood.

Featuring in Faces and Phases: Andiswa Dlamini,  Braamfontein Johannesburg (2014)

Featuring in Faces and Phases: Andiswa Dlamini, Braamfontein Johannesburg (2014)

So to me Faces and Phases is not just about documenting, it also serves as a tool to reflect. Reflection, a tool so vital to self-awareness, I Andiswa Dlamini, created a space where the LGBTQI community can feel free to explore each other in a more stimulating environment, bringing together open minded, curious people to experience our culture with us. And through this I hope to breakdown gender stereotypes, to create communication about gender fluidity through conversation; music, celebration and physical presentation.

Dankie. Ngiyabonga.

© Andiswa Dlamini
2016/04/25

 

 

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2014 Dec. 3:  Beauty

 

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2014 Jan. 2:  Look at me

 

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2013 Dec. 21: ‘A part of Me’ in Paris

 

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2013 Sept. 7: I used to be a lesbian

 

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2013 July 31: Contrast of love and hate

 

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2013 July 3: Another fucked up case

 

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2013 June 4: emotional confusion of a break-up

 

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2013 May 16: Sex

 

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2013 May 3: I resent you

 

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2013 Feb. 10: Parts  

 

 

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