2014 May 10: Unrequited love

by Bonolo Mokua

 

I could never hold her hand
Though I would always get lost in her eyes,
I could never hold her hand
In fear that everyone would see that I am madly in love with her
And they would all be in on my sweet little secret

I could never hold her hand
Though sometimes I would find myself in her personal space,
I could never hold her hand
In fear that someone might be watching and give a violent sneer that would steal away from this love that I felt for her

I could never hold her hand
Though I knew that whenever she would call I would come running
I could never hold her hand
With the knowledge that if her parents knew that she lives in my soul she would probably find herself without a family

I could never hold her hand
Even when all words would be lost and the only thing left to express would be a touch,
I could never hold her hand
For I would always be looking over my shoulder in fear that someone might see and tell about this glow in my eyes every time she would smile and we would have to answer

I could never hold her hand
Though in our private moments I knew that it fit perfectly in mine
I could never hold her hand
And that is why she found a hand that she would write about on social networks and be excited to tell her parents about,
A hand that could ask her parents if it could take hers to have and to hold,
A hand that could stand in front of the world and put a ring on her finger

I could never hold her hand
Because of what I had under my pants, between my legs
I could never hold her hand
Because of your homophobia
Our love will remain unrequited and we will steal moments in the dark to be together.

 

About the author

Bonolo is a young black accounting profession by day and recreational writer by night. Just passed the rubicon into the dirty thirties. Avid soccer lover. Always smiles away life’s issues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 May 19: ‘Titleless’

“She won’t open up about anything that hurts so I’ve had to source alternative ways to understand the woman I love.

She’s my calm, introverted soul who has mastered the persona of a swan – floats swiftly with grace and a good dose of ‘pride and elegance’, and no one quite gets the opportunity to encounter the furious paddling which is simultaneously tied to this grace.

Allow me below the surface so I may share your struggle.  Allow me to keep you afloat when your legs get weary from paddling alone. You don’t have to always act so strong.

She won’t say it but I’ve learnt to read it from every fibre of her being.
From her warm brown eyes, fired with love and fueled with a passion for life, sports and fashion. To her smile which reveals her struggle, her journey. Her firm grip reassuring me of her love and of coz her giggles… Pure bliss 🙂

Talk to me.
Tell me how you feel.
Talk to me.

Share your thoughts hopes and desires. Let me return the favor and support your dreams, encourage your ambition, celebrate in your achievements and pray with you for your greatest desires like you have done with mine.

I want to love you like you claim to love me and I can’t achieve that with your emotions encapsulated like that.
Invest your emotions in me babe.
My intentions are not to hurt you.
Don’t allow the pain, betrayal and disappoints of the past to rob you of experiencing all the love I have to give.

I have a foot through the door which has made me understand you.
Love you the way I do and share in your happiness.
Please release the handle because my ultimate goal now is to share in your sadness and pain alike.

I won’t rush you on this.  We have forever to figure it out, but till then: I have your eyes to read, your touch to interpret, your strength n grace to admire, your dreams to inspire and your abundant love to embrace.”

 

 

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2014 May 21: Muholi presents a lecture on Black Queer Born Frees in SA

2014 May 21:  Muholi presents a lecture on Black Queer Born Frees in SA

 

Where: Bremen University (Art & Design) department
Country: Germany
When: 21/05/2014

The guest lecture and workshop was part of the hon. professorship duties.

See previous for details on the link below.

2013 Nov. 4: From Market Photo Workshop to Bremen University

 

2014 May 21 Muholi _ Bremen lecture photo 4

 

2014 May 21 Muholi _ Bremen A+D lecture

 

Maureen Majola featuring in Faces and Phases, portrait for Bremen University flyer for publicity

Maureen Majola featuring in Faces and Phases, portrait for Bremen University flyer for publicity

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2014 May 14: Talented Ugandan Kuchus in Paris

 

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What:  “We Are One” performance by TUK – Paris
Where:  Salle Olympe de Gouge
15, rue Merlin – Paris

When:  14th May 2014
@ 8 P.M.

 
In Uganda, lesbians and gay men are the targets of relentless hateful policies. The “anti-homosexuality” law, which makes both homosexual relations (real or accused) and ‘promoting homosexuality’ punishable by prison has forced Ugandan lesbians and gay men to go underground.
– Joel Ssepuya.

Cineffable and partners proudly presented the Talented Ugandan Kuchus for an evening of solidarity.  The group performed “We Are One” a mix of dance and song in response to the growing repression of LGBT people in Uganda.
The group of activist artists created a show condemning homophobia and the persecution of LGBT people.
Banned in Uganda, the show is being reinterpreted by exiled performers seeking exile in France.

Donations from the show will go into a fund to help support these gender and sexual-orientation refugees, while they go through the long and arduous process of obtaining asylum in France.

 

Original source for text:
http://www.cineffable.fr/en/f_progEn.htm

 

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2014 May 15: Shameless You

by Maureen Velile Majola



In your search for Love
In all the people who are loved
Who are in stable relationships

You’ve had to smile and laugh with their partners only to ease the guilt in your bitchy heart

Everyone thought you’re “good”
You “love” people
And you’re “supportive”

Kanti all this was a cover up of what you really like

You love taken people
you envy other peoples hard work in making their relationships work

You have a nice ass that you use
To mealy get them into bed
Have meaningless sex and start thinking they will leave their partners for you

Shameless you!
You have undressed for every thing that looked happy with their partner
With hopes you will get the same love or happiness

Stupid you!
After being warned several times
You still throw you miserable self on people partners

How stupid can you be?
You’ve been doing this for so many years

Flaunting your immoral self
All over peoples beds
Asking to be fucked
Begging to be umakwapheni

Sisi westabane
When will you learn that sex
Will not make them love you

That “they”
Only see you as a place of releasing their frustrations then go back to the ones they love

When will you see that
No matter how wide you open
Your stupid shameless self will never be worthy to be called someone’s wife

They all leave
The same way they got in

You let them in
On your pussy
You gave it all away

For what?
For shameless fuck, that left you empty and lonely again?

Stop this
Stop it
For it will get you no where
But back in someone’s bed
Doing the same rounds all over again.

 

 

 

Previous by Maureen

 

 

2014 May 7:  Voices of Some Black Queer Born Frees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 May 19: WAM that was…

3 months later…

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2014 May 18: Glitter, drama & perfection at Miss Gay Jozi 2014

Texts by Yaya Mavundla
Photos by Smanga Shange

 

I usually sit front row at Fashion Week, mingle with the crème de la crème of the entertainment industry at A-list events and I found myself at Miss Gay Jozi held at the Wits Theatre, Johannesburg on the 17th of May 2014 seated at a very noisy block which was like 7 rows away from where I’d usually sit. Not to mention I had to buy a ticket to come watch drag queens lip sync for their life, mind you I’m used to getting an exclusive invite to watch Who’s Who sing live. Not that I’m complaining, just putting it out there.

Miss Gay Jozi 2014 logo

Miss Gay Jozi 2014 logo

 

2014 May 17 Miss Tee Menu about to take her 1st walk as the Queen of Miss Gay Jozi 2014

2014 May 17 Miss Tee Menu about to take her 1st walk as the Queen of Miss Gay Jozi 2014

 

Best pageant in Jozi

It’s been a while since I attended such a great pageant hosted by the LGBTI community. At Miss Gay Jozi I felt like I was watching Miss World Pageant. From the outfits the one MC wore Zsa-Zsa the girls and the performances. For the first time I was convinced that they did research to understand what we people want. The introduction of the Club Simply Blue reigning queens was the BEST! The traditional wear introduction the girls killed it! Out of 12 girls only 1 girl didn’t get it right, Thibi and if RuPaul was present she would have said “Sashe Away” and that will mean end of her journey in the competition. The swim suit, such perfection! For a second I imagined Miss Universe swim suit competition that’s how good it was. Like the usual, there will always be bad girls and this time around it was contestant number 2 and 4 who wore lingerie. Such disappointment! Listening is a skill girls, and you clearly don’t have it.

The cocktail wear all the girls were such stunners! Miss Tee and Somizy wore it best! I could see myself in Somizi’s white dress at this year’s Style Awards.

The best dress, as prize for the overall winner

The best dress, as prize for the overall winner

And then there was evening wear, Ball Gowns… Well clearly contestant number 1, Sjarmante Diamante didn’t get the memo or she probably didn’t want to listen as she got it wrong! She was is in a wedding gown, more like she is about to walk down the aisle. My favourite was Somizy, Miss Tee and definitely Davy who looked like she was at the Miss Universe pageant. She looked amazing in a blue dress with open sleeves. She reminded me of Lwandle Ngwenya, Miss SA 12 finalist.

 

Too many performances

There was a point where I wished they could ask the audience if we still want more performances. Besides the fact that they were all AMAZING but truth is less is more. I felt like I was in a concert rather than a pageant. The opening performance by Divas of Drag was “OK”. Ella has grown, she’s more of a performer now than an entertainer. She sings! Perfect for the theatre.

Labelz D’Glamour, actually no! LABELZ D’GLAMOUR. Nhlanhla Ncinza of Mafikizolo would be so shy if she were to see this girl’s performance. She nailed it! If she was in attendance she would probably hide somewhere, when a drag queen gets a standing ovation for performing your song better, joh!
Tina Turner’s performance was Simply The Best just like the tittle of the song she performed! I won’t be surprised if some people were convinced it was her performing.

There were too many performances in a way that if I were to bore you with the details it will be two pages.
Drama at thee most dignified theatre

Wits Theatre is such a dignified space, more like you are on Broadway, there is no way you would imagine that people can let loose just like that. On arrival with Maureen Majola and Smanga Shange, just after paying for our tickets I asked one of the organizers if it was possible to interview the girls. “Not in this competition my dear, how can you arrive at 8pm and want to interview the girls, the media people did that at 6pm” that’s the response I received from one of the organizers. Despite me humbling myself saying “its owk I understand” he still made it a point to go on and on forever. I was so B.O.R.E.D I needed a drink to loosen up again.

Jerome Camp - one of Miss Gay Jozi 2014  organisers

Jerome Camp – one of Miss Gay Jozi 2014
organisers

Just like at any other pageant in the world, when close friends and family are proud of their girl they would go up on stage and hug the winner, take pictures with her, like Donald Trump at Miss Universe pageant would say. I will keep the memories and he does that through pictures. At Miss Gay Jozi it was a different story, when Lesiba Mothibe, Miss Tee’s mother and I were on stage to congratulate Miss Tee and take pictures, pageant organizer Dino Abrahams came on stage and screamed like someone who is watching scary movie One Missed Call. I couldn’t believe it! “Get out of my stage, you don’t belong here” He said.

While I was still digesting that, Dimpho all the way from Vaal with her friend Leroy were in such bad behaviour, in a way that Leroy was so drunk that she could not contain herself and found herself a comfortable corner inside the theatre to get some sleep, I don’t know if she passed out or she decided to take a break from the 5 litre boxed wine they were busy with and puffing smokes like they in a tavern, so embarrassing!

 

Labels the “it” girl

Labelz D’Glamour belongs in Rio! She was the BEST, basically the highlight for the evening. Her performances, I mean, I’ve seen the best girls on stage perform in Cape Town, CREW amongst other venues and at Miss Gay Western Cape but I can say they have nothing on her. More like how Beyonce did it at her “I AM” World Tour. Her Waka Waka performance was the best, from her grand entrance, the outfit and the whole performance, even RuPaul would give her a standing ovation had she been there.

The Mafikizolo performance. It will take time for me to think of Nhlanhla Ncinza when I hear Khona by Mafikizolo. She owned it.

 

Fake everything

Fake eyelashes are allowed, most contestants and performers wore them. Padding to add curves, I don’t get it but fine. Fake flowers for the winner! A NO, NO! I don’t know what the idea behind it was and where did they get it. Maybe they want the winner to hand them over to the next year’s queen when her reign finishes? I have never!

Girls at their usual best, not able to answer judges questions

Mr Carter performing almost naked...

Gorgeous girls wearing gowns that would pay a BMW 1 series deposit combined together but NO brains. Majority of the contestants couldn’t answer the questions. Even the simple question as “If you were to be on a cover of a magazine, which one would you choose to be on and why?”
I mean if the Acting Editor of True Love who was previously Editor of Real Magazine before it was canned was present, she would have been so embarrassed that there are beauty queens who want to be cover girls with no stories to tell.

Second princess was just lucky to place on the Top 3 as she also couldn’t answer the question. She explained something about the bible for about 5 minute and only made one valid point which was also not really answering the question.

 

The right girl wins

Despite contestant number 4, Cheaza Jaars failing to answer the judges question she still took the Second Princess spot. I would say she deserved it since there was no one else would have been the contestant to take that position as most girls were the weakest links when coming to answering what was asked. The first princess position went to contestant who I didn’t expect to be on the top 3, Thibi Monale. She failed dismally to answer the judge’s question and yet she wishes to be True Love Magazine cover girl with no story to tell.
Miss Tee Menu, Shaka Zulu’s daughter as she introduced herself in her traditional outfit. It was clear that to me that she was the obvious winner with her well presentation of traditional, swim suit, cocktail, Ball Gown and nailed the final question. “For the first time a deserving girl wins” – Jason Samuel said after Miss Tee Menu from Daveyton was crowned Miss Gay Jozi 2014.

2014 May 17 The girls in their swim wear with Mr Carter performing CB's song - Don't wake me up

2014 May 17 Performance by Mc Zsa Zsa

Best performance by Mr Carter who was almost naked on stage...

Best performance by Mr Carter who was almost naked on stage…

 

 

 

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2014 March 30:  Dressed in the Jackson 5 assemble, exotic dance moves and performing hit singles with no support from friends

 

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2014 March 30:  Bright future for Mzamo

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 May 18: Behind the beautiful face you see is a lesbian who is torn into a million pieces

by Lebo Leptie Phume

 
Sitting in this taxi my eyes fill with tears from thinking about where I come from. Things were easy for me while my grandmother and my mother were alive, I never had to hustle because I got everything I wanted.  I was living the life.

26 May 2002 is a date I will never forget even if want to. It is a day where my life completely changed. Losing someone you love dearly is the most painful thing one could ever experience. It is worse if it happens on your birthday. Till this day I’m not over her death. I don’t know if I ever will.

Unknown to me things were about to get tougher. It was not long after I had lost my mother, that I had to bid goodbye to my grandmother as well. Sejana se setle hase jelwe I finally understood what that meant after losing my grandmother, the only person that made me have hope after the loss of my mother. I had known that with her by my side I could tackle the world.

It’s true when they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I remember saying “Ketlo sala lemang” when  they lowered the coffin of my grandmother. I felt like digging a hole and burying myself because without her I felt like a penny with a hole in it.

Losing both my mother and grandmother at a tender age forced me to grow up fast.
I had to find the strength within me as I had no one to depend on but myself. It was time for me to make things happen with what life had thrown at me. I had to make adjustments as I had to then understand what it meant to need for the very first time, as I had moved from the world of plenty to nothing. It was not easy but I had to accept it and I purposed in my heart that I was not going be a victim of circumstances.
I started hustling just to have food for lunch at school.

I embrace myself through my love for fashion and I take out all my stresses through my God given talent – which is soccer. It is true what they say that “God has a plan for all of us” and I believe that.
Through all my soccer achievements He is the one who made them possible.  I started playing soccer at the age of 9 years on the dusty streets of Katlehong, where I grew up playing with boys. In Grade 3 I joined an all-boys soccer team called Two for Joy.
The love for football grew as I continued to play. I never got any special treatment just because I was a female. Instead they kicked me hard until I learned how to kick as hard as they did.

After the passing of my grandmother I moved to KwaThema. I joined an all-girls team called This is where I got my first big break. Coach Joseph “Skheshe” Mkhonza saw potential in me. Then he decided to take me to trials for Gauteng province. My experience of playing with boys came in handy as I feared no girls and tackled anyone that came my way like I tackled the boys I used to play with. Being selected for the Gauteng team and being named captain was a dream come true for me. I saw the light, I believed I was good enough.

That same year I saw myself flying off to France to represent South Africa in the Tour de France tournament. It was surprising and shocking how I had achieved so much in a short space of time. From being a nobody to being respected by your fellow team mates and opponents is great achievement and feeling.

I had never felt so good. My confidence soared and I believed that anything could happen if I put my mind and my heart to it. For a moment I forgot all my problems and I let soccer make me happy. Soccer became the drug I needed. When I was called up for the national under 17 team, I wished my grandmother could witness that moment.   I could not believe I was wearing the green and gold track suit on my first day in camp. It was like a dream. Being promoted to the national under 20 made me feel wanted, like I was needed to assist the team. There is no greater feeling than when I am inside the soccer field, should it be as a defender or as a goalkeeper.  I feel at peace, I feel like the world is right on the middle of my palm.

My love for football could not fade over night or ever even.  It runs through my veins. I take pride in being a no nonsense defender, and a hard tackler. The fact that my late grandmother passed on knowing and encouraging me to play and never stop playing, propels me to play with all my heart. Every time I step into the soccer field I play for her and my mother because I know they are smiling down at me and most of all I play for myself. Contrary to what people believe, my lesbianism did not influence me to play soccer. I became a soccer player before I even knew I was lesbian.

Soccer is not the only thing I am passionate about. For as long as I can remember, I have always loved dressing up and looking good, whether I go somewhere or not.
I guess I took it from my mother who was always well groomed and she loved clothes too. It is hard to define my style as I wear anything I think will look good on me. From being a sporty person I am, I used to love sportswear more than anything. But as I grow up my eyes opened. I saw there was more to life than sportswear. As time went by my interest in fashion grew beyond just sportswear.

2012 Dec. 22 After winning the LGBTI Recognition award

2012 Dec. 22 After winning the LGBTI Recognition award

Dressing up is therapeutic for me, it eases my pains. I feel like it brings me closer to my mother as she loved fashion too. I am not defined by the clothes I wear and the price-tag on them. I simply love style and have great taste no matter the price. Being nominated for the best dresser award at the LGBTI Recognition Awards 2012 was a stepping stone for me. It opened my eyes, letting me know that people adore my style. That is when I knew I was doing something good. I want to be the voice of all the fashion loving lesbians in Africa and the world as a whole. I believe I can break the norm and show the world that lesbians also have a voice.
People always evolve, things evolve so it is time fashion did too.

On vacation, Lebo at the Durban South beach in March 2014

‘Leptie’ the fashionista, soccer player… on vacation at the Durban South beach in March 2014.

 

I am hoping all the designers one day will take note that they need to expand their male range to accommodate lesbians too. There is nothing more frustrating than going shopping but failing to find the right size just because the male cuts are too big. Through me, designers can have a huge following as my fellow lesbians love looking good like myself and I know for a fact they will sell.

People break new grounds everyday, it’s about time that lesbians did the same and stopped conforming. I refuse to be seen under dressed as you will never know who you will meet while you are out. Every occasion is an opportunity to dress up and present yourself in the best possible manner. Appearance speaks for you before you speak.

As I would say “everyday is a fashion show and the world is my run way”.  That is the creed that I live by and dressing up is not a hobby but what I love.  They say dress up like you going to meet your worst enemy everyday.

Lebo ‘Leptie’ PHUME, Daveyton, Johannesburg, 2013 featuring in Zanele Muholi's                                    Faces and Phases series.

Lebo ‘Leptie’ PHUME, Daveyton, Johannesburg, 2013. She is featuring in Zanele Muholi’s                                    Faces and Phases series.

You may see me dressed well and think that my life was easy.  Well allow me to tell you that behind the beautiful face you see is a lesbian who is torn into a million pieces, who is still in need of her mother and grandmother’s love and guidance. However life goes on.  I press forward gracefully for the love of soccer and fashion. This is my journey.

 

Previous by Lebo

2014 May 13: “Making love to it”

 

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2014 April 9:  Born for this

 

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2014 Jan.21:  My Woman

 

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2013 Nov.14:  Photos from 2013 Feather Awards

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 May 17: Unforgettable IDAHO speech

by Tsepo Kgatlhane
written in May 2013

The world of past centuries has not been kind to people who are different from them.  From reasons of religious background to political affiliation, it seems like it may be instinctive for humans to not get along. People from east to west, men and women of all races, ethnicity, culture and sexual preferences, historically have been at loggerheads.  Intolerance seems to me, is inherent in all of us.

My town has experienced the worst possible consequences of such intolerance, here confusion and separation can breed hatred and anger so hurtful that it can lead to the tragic circumstances, like a death of one of our brothers. This senseless act was a result of a lack of understanding- a preventable crime against humanity, that just required the simple sense of compassion and tolerance.
Do I really believe that intolerance is something naturally woven into us?
Honestly, no. I’ve seen many people turn from that position of confusion and a lack of understanding, to creating lifetime friendships and looking beyond petty differences like sexual preferences or the fact that I, or anyone else for that matter, am gay.

I think intolerance and confusion go hand in hand. I think people are only intolerant because they do not know.  I, being a teacher, am a strong believer in the power of education. Intolerance can be removed from the minds of our people just as illiteracy can be replaced with knowledge.

I do not believe that people are habitually bad. I think the actions that led to the atrocities in my hometown are a result of a lack of education, a lack of understanding.

Once people see that we are all human, we bleed the same blood and we are no different to their own brothers and sisters, then that understanding will grow. Just as racism, religious intolerance and sexism in society has faded in the new South Africa, so will homophobia and transphobia.

My brothers and sisters, it is not all doom and gloom though. Let us not forget the progress we have already seen. As the world grows more liberal, the world becomes a better place for us all.
Let us not forget the actions of our past heroines, rights groups and campaigns. Who fought for the rights of the unheard. Their fight has not been in vain. Let us remember all those who have died as a result of intolerance or a lack of understanding. Their death has not been in vain.

As long as we come together, stand together and are heard collectively, then the world will become better.  It is the law of nature. That understanding will grow and that intolerance will fade!

My brothers and sisters, I am a teacher and I can tell you now, the next generation of South Africans will be better. And the one thereafter will be even better. So keep spreading your understanding, your knowledge and let us move towards a world where we love and let tolerance be the second nature.

 

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One of Tsepo’s facebook profile photos.

 


About Tsepo

Tsepo Kgatlhane is a 26 year old South African high school teacher, community radio presenter, philanthropist and proud agent for change.He was born and raised in Wrenchville – Kuruman (a mining town) in the Northern Cape.

It is the town, people, culture, music and fashion trends that cultivated his passion to be the change he so badly wants to see in the world. He spent most of his years in the Northern Cape, where he also obtained his Bachelor of Education Degree at the National Institute for higher Education Kimberley, corresponding with UWC. The friendly, passionate teacher and source of entertainment has a very diverse background. He was raised by a single parent and has two brothers.
Tsepo has been through difficult times and knows what suffering is after he lost his friend Thapelo Makhutle in 2012 due to an alleged hate Crime.

As a life orientation educator he get to see everyday the potential children have and he constantly tries to show the learners that education is important, that they should always chase their dreams and be tolerant of people who are different from them. He is involved in various projects that particularly focus on empowering young people and that try to change the misconceptions about the LGTBI community in Kuruman.

He was recently been nominated in the annual Volksblad Anglo American, GWK NoordKaapenaar van die jaar competition , for all the positive work he is doing in his community.

Facebook Details: https://www.facebook.com/IAmTsepoKgatlhane?fref=photo

 

... article as published in Volksblad, Monday 12 May 2013 and Kalahari Bulletin Thursday, 15 May 2014

… article as published in Volksblad, Monday 12 May 2013 and Kalahari Bulletin Thursday, 15 May 2014

 

Previous video (article) featuring Tsepo published by Inkanyiso in 2012, where we met him for the first time in Kuruman.

Speaking at Thapelo’s memorial service in June 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 May 17: Our Miss Gay Jozi 2014

2014 May 17:  Our Miss Gay Jozi 2014

Miss Tee Menu wins Miss Gay Jozi 2014.
She is from Daveyton…

More photos and articles to be included sooner.

Photo by Smanga Shange/ Inkanyiso.

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