2014 March 8: Freedom of Nude Expression

2014 March 8:   Freedom of Nude Expression

Yesterday as the world celebrated the International Women’s Day others took on the streets to either make a mark or demonstrated to claim their spaces.

This picture was taken on our way to Golden Gate bridge.
As we stood in the popular Castro Street, San Francisco a small group of individuals passed us as they demonstrated the “Stop The Nudity Ban!”

From more on this group, check:
www.MyNakedTruth.Tv

Photos by Valerie Thomas

Camera used: Canon 100D with 50mm lens at 1.8 f stop

 

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This is part of our San Francisco visual diaries…
More albums to be posted sooner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 March 5: More than an activist…

by Fikile Mazambani

At the behest of Maurita N Poole, a Mellon Post-Doctoral Fellow for Diversity in the Arts, Zanele Muholi brought her series; Faces and Phases, Beulahs and Being to the Williams College Art Museum (WCAM) in Williamstown, Massachusetts  and her work was so well received, it piqued the attention of the College President, Adam Falk, who attended one of her exhibitions.

Described as powerful, gorgeous, beautiful, rich and sensuous; the installation drew audiences in like moths to a flame, as her work came alive and met expectations of the college’s students, who are the ones who had lobbied Poole to extend an invitation to the 2013 Prince Claus Laureate.

The three installations were vibrant in the gallery as they spoke loudly as to why Muholi chooses to document lesbian lives through portraits.  She says of all her works “I present our existence and resistance through positive imagery of black queers. I show our aesthetics through portraiture…of both our existence and our resistance as lesbians/women loving women, as black women living our intersecting identities in a country that claims equality for all within the LGBTI community, and beyond”.  

Poole said Muholi’s work “in a very provocative way links everything to make one feel important and have a sense of being, that of belonging”, speaking to the fact that although these portraits were of South African lesbians who were sharing their triumphs and challenges, the work was relevant for young people at the College as well, especially the 18-21 demographic, who were still exploring, questioning and figuring themselves out.

On 3 Feb.2014:   Muholi addressed some students at Smith College, seated on the chair is Professor Barnes listening attentively.  © Maurita Poole (iPhone 5 photo)

On 3 Feb.2014: Muholi addressed some students at Smith College, seated on the chair is Professor Barnes listening attentively.
© Maurita Poole (iPhone 5 photo)

Students from surrounding Smith College and the Massachusetts University of Liberal Arts (MCLA) also got to experience artist talks in their turf as well as being able to take in the exhibition.  They came from Gender and Sexuality Studies, Africana as well as Art Studies. An opportunity presented itself as well, for one of the college’s undergraduates, with interest in Human Rights issues in South Africa, to collaborate with Muholi and delivering a public program in the gallery.

Professor of History, Gretchen Long, currently teaching a course “Black women in the US” found the exhibition to be very informative, especially for her students who had “read bits of news articles on LGBTIs in Sub-Saharan Africa but never really having been able to put a face to the story.” The course explores issues of sexuality and violence and the exhibition married theory to reality for many students and faculty as well.

Lesbians in the townships continue to endure beatings, contraction of STDs, murders and rapes.  Some of the women on the portraits have endured ‘curative’ rapes – a belief that a male can ‘cure’ a lesbian of their sexual orientation by raping them.  “Her work is important because it gives a face to a problem that people in the US can hardly believe. It almost sounds absurd except that it is not!”, said David Eppel, Professor of Theatre, speaking to a scourge that almost sounds made up to the outside world.

Himself a South African, Professor Eppel who has taught at Williams College for close to thirty years, has some knowledge about going against the grain.
A founding member of Johannesburg’s famed nonracial The Market Theatre; he stood up against apartheid through art, at a time when it could cost one their life or limb.
Her work was refreshingly honest in this day of political correctness. Zanele is a strong woman who will never be a victim. This is the South Africa I have longed for, for a long long time.”

Muholi who has met varying degrees of resistance since she started documenting her work has not slowed down and continues to bring to light the inconsistences legislature and what happens on the ground. A pertinent example was having a Minister of Arts and Culture storm out of exhibition because “her work was immoral, offensive, and against nation building”.  That line of thinking being problematic for one in public office because it is seen to encourage and incite violence and then feign concern when lesbians are attacked for being ‘immoral’.
Eppel congratulated what he saw as “a resolute spirit in the face of such difficult circumstances.” He also agreed to same for peers in the portraits, whom she refuses to deem subjects.

He wanted his students understand the importance and impact of activism by encouraging them to assume the women’s identities and speak as them from a place of strength because “the strengths of these portraits is so moving and so strong, the activism is very clear.” This was part of a contemporary monologue the class had to deliver. 

During her visit, Muholi was lauded as an Artist, ethnographer, activist and scholar.
“Her well-articulated and multi layered work offered different interpretations for different people” said Poole.  Those interested in portraiture and photography took something away, those interested in identities based issues like gender, sexuality, race or class took something away, as well as those whose focus was on activism around issues like human rights violations were drawn in as well.
“Her articulation of her work – speaking on her artistic process and her methodologies was an exciting experience for me” she reiterated.

Poole, who was curating her first show at the college, said “Zanele’s time at Williams College can be best described as phenomenal.”

Muholi’s exhibition opened on February 1, 2014, and will run until April 24, 2014.

Muholi’s artist statement can be watched here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKKaABbVgt0

Relates article

 

Photographing intimacy: Zanele Muholi’s photographs glow at WCMA

 

About the Author

Fikile Mazambani is an African Human Rights defender based in Toronto.
Born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and studied International Studies at York University.
She is a guest editor for Inkanyiso and also married mother of one.

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2014 March 1: Journeyed 3 cities in less than 30 hours

by Sly Mannya 

I have known Zanele Muholi since 2003 when I was a 15 year old lesbian, in need to belong in a space where my sexuality (or whatever it was, I didn’t know at the time) was not my point of reference. I was tired of not being girly enough, and having my identity not so visible gender being under scrutiny.
I was tired of it!
So after thorough research, I came across Zanele Muholi and her work.
I called the Forum for Empowerment of Women (FEW), an organization she co-founded, and arranged an appointment. The organization and the people I met there became my home and family.

Fast forward to 2014, and she invited me to travel with her to Public Intimacy: Art and Other Ordinary Acts in South Africa (Feb 21–Jun 29) at San Francisco Museum of Modern Arts (SF MoMa).
Muholi’s Faces and Phases portraiture series is part of the exhibition and I am featuring in it.

Sly Mannya as 'Lo Jones' in Faces and Phases, Parktown, Johannesburg, 2010

Sly Mannya as ‘Lo Jones’ in Muholi’s Faces and Phases, Parktown, Johannesburg, 2010

At first it seemed a bit far-fetched that I would be put forward for such a life changing opportunity.  I moved at a very slow pace in not only preparing myself for the trip, but telling my colleagues about my two week departure.

Muholi’s assistant called me in panic mode, four days before our set boarding day, asking about my visa application. I had not applied for it yet. Maybe the fear inside me was still negotiating if indeed I should go on this trip. After meditating, I went online, filled in the form, paid and secured an interview at the US consulate.

I woke up and headed to my visa application interview; let’s just say sweat from nerves was like an accessory on my top!
As humans, we tend to feed into our fear of the unknown. We let it overwhelm and overcome us that by the time we face whatever it is, it has drained us and eventually our attempts are unsuccessful. I defied this.
My third sense became the middleman between my heart and my mind. Something had to take charge.

I packed, said my goodbyes and headed to what is yet to be the most experiential trip of my life. By simply checking in at the OR Tambo airport, I waved my comfort zone goodbye and became an adult. I finally journeyed on without my mom, sister, brother, neither lover nor friends. I took a 17 day break from a job I had made my end all because it is the only avenue in my life whose comfort I entertain. I became the little girl who had the excitement of carelessness and at the same time there was that need for responsibility.

This is a story about 3 cities in less than 30 hours. My traveling companion missed her flight from Cape Town to Johannesburg. I was made aware of this by her partner, who called me to find out about my whereabouts. Her tone about the flight sounded like a prayer request that Muholi makes it in time to check in and board the Frankfurt plane.

I met Val, Muholi’s partner, at Of Love and Loss exhibition opening on the 14th Feb. 2014.  I didn’t even know what her full name was, but utilized the hour we spent waiting for Muholi to do just that.
We went to get juice and I got to know her mind frame, ok, not entirely, but just enough to fit in an hour. We spoke about sexual violence, and she asked for a South African opinion as to why, in my observation, they were occurring.
I gave her my opinion, which I will not share here, and Muholi landed, called and we went to welcome her.

We all discussed our destination’s weather, and Muholi had to buy warmer shoes because she had no time to pack them. It was during this shopping stop that I realized that the need to be warm when at the airport can set you back about R1500. It had my brain weighing and calculating hospital fees vs being warm. She chose warmth, and then we realized that our boarding gate was nearly closing and made a run for it.

We made it, got our tickets checked and passports stamped. The journey was more real than when I woke up. As I made my way to the plane, I handed my ticket so that I could be directed to my seat, the air hostess took a look and said, “Sir, enjoy your flight, turn right and you are in seat 88.”
Then my life predicament began, my eyes looked at the man who was next in line, knew that I had 20 seconds to respond to this woman, but to correct her or to not correct her became the real question that drained my 20 seconds I had budgeted to use for responding.

I decided I had to get moving. Muholi was also addressed as sir.  Is it the dreadlocks or the chinos? I get called Sir, bhuti and boy so often, but this time it sounded very meaty, excuse the pun. What is to follow will maybe help you figure out why this foreign woman’s misidentification of me got to me. It is the Western culture I tell you.

While my head was trying to find reasons this whole me looking like a sir thing, I needed to put my hand luggage in the cabin/goods compartment.
A tall, light, gay mannered man, who also happened to be a flight attendant walked past me and I beckoned for him. Let me let you in on something, when you work in the service industry, your personal interests/opinions should be left in your luggage, to be retrieved when we land. But not this guy, he had his in his pocket, that when I called him to attend to me, they were painted on his face, as if he was at a costume party.

He made up his mind as to how he was going to treat me. I asked for his assistance with putting my bag in the compartment, to which he responded by saying “sorry, but I’m not insured, therefore I cannot help you.”
I was so shocked by his response that I asked him to repeat himself. To which he did, with more affirmation the second time around.  Excuse me, but I’m a strategist, my logic pays my bills, you serve tea on a plane, what does your insurance or lack thereof have to do with me?

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Don’t get me wrong: I’m not implying that being a flight attendant is not important. I assumed that those who work in that field could measure and justify it is importance. But as a customer on a flight you were hired to serve on, when I ask for your help, I would not want you to ruin your posture nor for you to go beyond your comfort zone and smile at me. I just expect to be treated equally and for you to serve me, offer a hand. Not a smile or an “enjoy your flight” bid; I have done well without it. Just put my bag up and help someone else.

While on the plane, the time for attendants to show off their special skills came. Domestic flights food is nothing special because flights are usually 3 hours, maximum. The one that baffled me was the international in flight food options being between chicken or pasta, with that boarding school taste, and in other instances, school feeding smell. It is an eleven hour flight, so one does not really have choice.  You could choose to starve and practically cause more delays as this option might lead to sickness or death, in which an emergency landing would happen and in your being sick or God forbid death, you would have inconvenienced so many people and or made world news.

After much consideration and thought processes, I settled for the chicken breast. I love breasts, big ones, not the small, tasteless ones I was presented with. Actually the discovery of how small the breasts were had me regretting my decision and wishing I had asked for vegetarian pasta.  I’m visiting your country; the least you can do is entice me with good food. Anyway, I slept through the flight and woke up in Germany’s Frankfurt. I was bid goodbye as a mister. I was too tired to deliberate and answer so I just walked off.

I got off in Frankfurt to go check in for my San Francisco flight, which meant three hours of waiting. Muholi and I decided to go sit in the premium lounge, so that we could eat, keep warm, charge our gadgets and use the Internet.  As we approached the reception area, the lady’s facial expression changed from ecstasy to constipated, she was narrating how she was going to tell us off and politeness did not make part of her list. We stood there, for seconds, waiting for her to acknowledge our presence like she did everyone before us.

We were demanding the equal treatment that was due to us. The staring game got tiring so we greeted her and stated our business there and she scanned our tickets, handed them back and we went to find a spot to sit. As we about to get over the shock or weird treatment that seems to be racially motivated, a man comes to us, no greeting, nor acknowledgement of our commitments at that moment, he stands firm and says, are you from Zim?

To which we, without taking offense say, no.  He says he is from Nigeria, the same country that has an anti-gay law. He asks us if he can use our charger, we hand it over to him, even though he was rude enough not to greet us.
South Africans are nice people. Keep this in mind; we were two black, dreadlocked lesbians.
Would he still use our charger if he knew that we were lesbian?
That, we are women who fuck other women?

The lesson here is that homosexuals are normal people, just like any other. We are natural, typical human beings, until you ask and we decide to be honest with you and tell you that we are gay. And this could happen after you have sat next to us at a dinner table for hours. You would have treated us ok until bedroom talks that have nothing to do with you. So the question becomes, would a homophobe regret getting help from a lesbian, once made aware?

Thing is a child does not have to know the logistics involved in a travel. But s/he will appreciate the arrival and more importantly, the experience. I have learnt that happiness does not require a reason, it should come naturally to humans like breath to a new born after being spanked.

After about ten and a half hours on a night flight from Johannesburg to Frankfurt en route to our final destination, which was San Francisco, I got restless. Having packed on the day of departure, flew for hours, rested for only three hours to be on another ten hour flight; I decided to do a walk about, stretch my feet and get my blood circulating. After my 5 minutes of people watching, being stared at and stretching, I retired back to my seat. There was a guy at the back of the plane whose eyes were glued to the window, with this, the pace of the camera clicks increased. I wanted to know what gotten this stranger’s attention.

I slid the window cover up and I saw God. In her entire form, how I see her, define her and my imagined scent for her. Her pure form that I saw through that window far beats the behavior of those who have, over the years, claimed to know her. Even though I had never been to this place or experienced fully the presence of God, I was reminded of my childhood – a place where happiness fills the house like the aroma of pork trotters or tripe on a cold winter’s night.
A place of sheer pleasure and sensuality; A safe place where we’d sleep with doors wide open to let in the night breeze.

It reminded me of the simple pleasures of childhood, filling up balloons with water at the beginning of Spring to throw at each other?
Even though we knew of the end of day beatings from our elders for wasting water, the long wait for the sun, blossoming plants and water splashes were worth the abuse. Or memories of getting the perfect peep hole to watch a show you weren’t allowed to watch, and where your parents could not see you – that kind of joy.

All these memories, including many, rushed through my mind, by just looking out the window. Given the pleasures that my view brought me, my heart and mind retreated to a happy place. And yes, I chose to attest this place to Godliness because there has never been a Psychological beacon of hope, and holding on like that of God for me, at that moment, or any other actually.

And the best thing about God is that each of us defines her, describe, classify and rationalize her according to our own understanding. Trees, the ocean, snow, wind, fire, volcanoes, child birth, children, music, sex, orgasms, warm kisses; these are some of the aspects that make me accept that before me, all this was perfected for my enjoyment or discovery by God.

I do not know if I believe in the matrimony of marriage but if it ever happens that I get love drugged. I’d consider my wife special enough to declare my love in the middle of this holy place. Not only would those vows be a commitment mantra to her, but I’d also be making a promise to God, at God’s doorstep.
I’d want to lick her lips and let her warm my ears with her inner thighs, to have her lock eyes with me as I thrust to increase her moisture, for tears to roll down her eyes, to drop on my skin as she grasps for breath because the beauty of our view and my sensual connection to her, my understanding of her body will result in a mind fuck of an out of body experience; at this place.

Live!

To be continued…

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Sly speaking to a group of students in Curatorial Practice class at California College of the Arts. (2014/03/04)

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At the Golden Gate Ferry Terminal at Port of San Francisco…

About the author


Selaelo “Sly” Mannya was born on 8th Sept. 1988 in Polokwane but has been a Jo’burg citizen for 10 years.

She was raised in a Christian home by her grandmother who has been so inspirational to her.  She has her grandmother’s name tattooed on her arm. She has a little brother who is not so little anymore, and a four year old niece who is currently the leading lady and number one priority ‘in my life.’

With an original passion for dance Sly now focuses on writing and teaching in order to inspire others, as well as documenting her travels with her iPhone.
Sly is a Pan-Afrikanist lesbian as well as a Communications and Media Management graduate with a degree from the AAA School of Advertising.

She works as part of a political party’s research team to bridge the gap between government and the LBGTI communities.
She has also facilitated workshops in the townships of Pretoria to help educate young men about homosexuality in order to minimize ignorance.
Her motto is to not invest for monetary gain but for the benefit of those who will come after her time is over.

The number 8 has played a big part in her life, having been born on the 8th and her father had been born on the 18th but unfortunately passed away on the 8th.

She also loves bacon.

 

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2014 Jan.29: Education is primal

 

by Tapuwa Moore
Edited by Fikile Mazambani

Tsohang tu yerr man!

Personally I do not advocate for my freedom, I only have an urgent need for human rights based society. Maybe being a marginalized person; a lesbian, a black woman and a mother, has taught me to be a survivor.  I have been raped and survived it.  It has taught me that we must all move on and transform. In order for one to have that 360° change, a paradigm shift has to happen to society en masse. Thus, a new ethos of the amicable freedoms we deserve will step forth and present itself.

Close attention has to be paid to the language used at the higher echelons of human rights institutions.
What language is being used?
Language articulates cultural systems and is a window to the psychology of how society thinks and acts. Whether that mindset is of committing violent crimes or that of systemic injustices which keep us at the helm of non-equality, we find that there is institutional language that protects these acts somehow.

I have seen many lesbians passionately picket issues around advocacy for LBGTI rights and they become momentary pop stars. I have protested too and I became despondent with protesting. I remember in my youth after Grade 12, I was in need of education and no one stepped up to help attain it.  The boys on the other hand moved on to higher education. It informed me that it was a privilege to be a man I surmised.  I had to stay at home and look after my siblings and grandfather. The cultural institution that I found myself in did not articulate education for girl children. Thankfully, in this day and age, all that has taken a turn for the better as every child now has a right to education, regardless of gender.

I took it upon myself to get a university education.  I worked hard to make it to the University of the Witwatersrand (Wits).
I enrolled as an International Relations major but politics and geography did not peak my interest and the following year I switched my major to drama.  Sadly I did not get any support from those nearest and dearest – my family.   My grandfather opposed my leaving for Wits and vowed never to support me.  He died with no knowing of what I had attained. In his view I was breaking culture, whereby a boy is always the heir no matter the ranking.
He said something to the tune of I wanted to be better than my brother.
Truth be told, I was only trying to better my own life and not competing with my brother.  My brother chose a different route and settled for not attending university. He has his career.

I was the first person from our lineage to attend university.  Even though I had already had a child, I was determined to make it all the way.  I had full knowledge of who I wanted to be and I did not like to be boxed.  While away on campus I began playing soccer, something I wasn’t allowed to do at home because of the dangers that came with it.  When I was a teen I wanted to play but the impeding danger of being raped caused me not to play.   I started playing at home, away from campus, as well and they even got soccer cleats for me because I enjoyed it that much.  My mum would even get worried if I was not playing!

In economics you learn that everything works in cycles. Nothing stays the same. Economies change, governments change and we can look at our own history to see just how twenty years ago were not featured in the world and now we are right at the top. Just like anything, trends come and go. South Africa right now is the trendy shiny toy and all the vultures zone in and get their agendas in motion, NGO’s being one of those vultures.
Are you a fad or a trend?
If not, then why allow yourself to be used in this manner? 
What am I talking about and why am I outraged?
I am outraged at all of you who picket and shout the loudest for a free t-shirt or beer.
What do you get in turn?
Do you get some sort of life insurance from these agencies?

You see I was raped. I tell you this not to shock you, but to say take your power back.
Why are you dwelling in a state of victimhood? 
Black lesbians being raped and murdered is a very real crisis, one that should never be minimized but also one that should not be used as political dice. I am saying you are being placed in a subtle box of constant strife.  I commend NGO’s for bringing social injustices to the forefront but I am saying how about empowering the people?

My challenge to you and the concerned NGO’s is to empower the black LGBTI community with real solutions.  Free beers, t-shirts and KFC are fleeting things, dangled in front of you to distract you from the real issues.
After you finish picketing do you feel accomplished?
Are you more educated, your future more secure and your neighbourhood much safer? 
I am all for freebies but I am also for education. Education changes communities.  Education helps end hunger and brings down crime. Education exposes you to endless possibilities.  The greatest outrage right now is to help blacks get out of poverty.

On top of polluting your body with these unhealthy foods, have you wondered why you have never been invited to come and get help writing your Curriculum Vitae (CV) to earn employment, how to start a small business etc?
Would you put on your CV that “I have protested and toyitoye-d for 10years with so and so organisation”? 
That is just time well wasted – for who is up for debate.  When you are done you are still a statistic.

You will still be a victim of a non-equal society you are protesting. What I am saying is learn to see beyond the agenda. You are protesting your right to able to walk hand in hand you’re your partner down the road, but have you protested the lack of education, shelter, food, amenities, health – all which are basic human rights.  Protest for your right to walk around with your girlfriend or partner without prejudice or being subjected to homophobic attacks but also have you basic human rights covered. After the protest what are you going to eat, will you drink brown and tea and bread or you are going to have a healthy filling breakfast?

Remember that most black lesbians emulate cultural systems that are in place that, for example, if you wear expensive apparel it shows how wealthy one is. What flawed thinking this is.
Material things have a shelf life.
Are we investing in education that has no expiry date?
Education is in many different forms, one just has to choose what works best for them – formal or vocational training. Some people work better sitting at a desk and others work better using their hands. One can be an engineer, artisan, nurse, educator, pilot, the sky is the limit.  That is the legacy that we should be investing in, and one that will eventually afford you the creature comforts that you yearn.  All is inauthentic living.

I am sad because we would rather be known as the best partiers and champion sex machines but are too lazy to attain and create a legacy for ourselves.
Who are we without a legacy?
We are extinct. Some say they are too butch to work and others say they are too femme to spend time on a diploma or degree. Some drop out of high school with no prospects for the future. It is never too late.  We need more Sipho Mabuse’s of this world, who go back to high school to finish their Grade 12.

There is already a stereotype out there about us that we are alcoholics and promote debauchery, as per one heterosexual man I once listened to on radio.  He vociferously took a stance and his perception on black lesbians. I wanted to call in and challenge his assumptions around what he deemed a morally sound heteronormative system whereby he assumed that everyone anything besides that norm will not do. I also wanted to defend my fellow compatriots.
Is there truth to stereotypes?

I wanted to ask him if he knew of Simon Nkoli and Phumi Mtetwa, amongst others, who were at the forefront of changing the ANC stance around human rights focusing on LGBTI issues. I wished I could pull up literal works that supported my stance and I just wanted to come out guns blazing and school his ignorant mind. Obviously I could not. I personally work hard and I give back using my talents, to the community at large.  I had a performance where I managed to collect tampons that were distributed to girl children irrespective of their sexuality or sexual preference.  It was just a response to a need.  I say that to say, I am an educated self-respecting, philanthropic citizen of the world. I am none of those ill labels that the hetero world slaps on us collectively.
Some of you sure give them the ammunition.

Freebies are euphoric – albeit momentarily – but let’s be real, they will not contrite towards buying you a house in the suburbs neither will keep you safe from the township monsters who are prowling our streets and taverns who are waiting to pounce then someone becomes a statistic.  After you help an NGO fly their flag high, you get that taxi and face the same homophobic people and institutions that get away with blue murder! They never get caught because they are part of the system that says we are good for nothing except sex and alcohol.

Perpetual ignorance in our society is kept going by the assumptions and stereotypes heaped on homosexual individuals. There are lesbians out there who chose to be vocal social champions but also emancipating themselves from mental slavery.
Dulcy Stapler Rakumakoe was a protester who also stayed in school until she earned her right to practice as a medical doctor.  There are many who have chosen freedom by attaining an education. They are safe in their homes tucked away in the suburbs, they drive themselves around and they feel secure.  That is true freedom.
Do you not want that kind of freedom?
For every freedom there are sacrifices. You can choose to party until the cows come home, or you can study.  We should strive to be better than our parents. We should look at working at better jobs and not a supermarket cashier as a career. I am not trying to look down on those that do these jobs, I respect hard working women. I am just saying, let us have a burning desire to reach the glass ceiling and break it while at it.  Parents are old and out of options on how to feed grown women who come home empty handed besides a few t-shirts.

There is nothing holding a black lesbian from becoming who they want to be in this country. We may live amongst hateful and hurtful people but we are not victims. Come on black lesbians if we can party as hard as heterosexual people, we can study like them too; be part of the economy, and pay tax like normal people. Education is not for the selected few, it is your constitutional right as well as a basic human right.  There are many sources of financial help that you may access including bursary schemes, government student loans (NSFAS) to name some.

FET colleges do not charge any tuition fees, they are FREE. All you need to do is to fill in your application form and if you cannot, you can always ask someone to help you. It is as good as it sounds!!

If you can find time to be on social media all the time then you can make time to fill in the form and secure your future.  You may google and submit their online application or you may do it physically. You need to pay an admin fee when submitting your application and that will be all the money you will spend.  If you can dress in expensive attire, then you can afford admin fees.

Everything comes with time. Time to party will come. When you are educated, you protest with a cause. You learn to read between the lines and place yourself strategically. With time you will be able to align yourself with those same NGOs with whom you share a common cause, only this time you will be paid to do what you believe in. You will be driving to work, living in the suburbs, with a medical aid and afford to vacation.

Vuka emacandeni tsoha itsose no one will wake you up if you don’t.  Change yourself and watch a paradigm shift of your mind happen.

 

 

 

 

About the author

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Tapuwa Moore, a performing artist, creative writer, playwright, director and prose performer began her career by performing Heineken in Melrose Arch in 2003. She published a poem called coca cola with Behind the Mask (a defunct LGBTI online magazine) in 2006.
She has been a performing resident at the Wits Writing Center for many years.
Her life with The Writing Center includes many events such as the Jozi Spoken word, the E’skia Mphahlele colloquium, and the Wits Arts Literature Experience (WALE).
Tapuwa has graced the stage with renowned poets Mak Manaka and Natalia “The Shelter” Molebatsi for Media Park tours in Soweto commemorating June 1976 in 2006.

Her performances have always been about resistance, and articulating the struggles of black women and injustices faced by being black as well as lesbian.
Her movement has been encapsulated in human rights advocacy organizations, such as the New Life Center an advocacy organization that worked to rehabilitate sex workers and advocated on issues of HIV prevention in the inner city.
New Life Center provided shelters for abused women, children and sex workers and performed in their events in 2007-2008.
She has further pursued her activism as a performer on stage collaborating with FEW, including the Soweto Pride.

She has coached both men and women’s soccer teams.
However the significant coaching moments were spent as a head coach of the Chosen FEW lesbian soccer team in 2009.
At FEW, she learned of the advocacy rhetoric and human rights violations faced by many black lesbian women.
She later become a member of the 1 in 9 campaign and served in their Steering Committee as a deputy chairperson. However her need to pursue social change performances took precedence when she became part of The Vagina Monologues in 2010.
Her writing focused on changing attitudes against gender based violence, HIV, atrocities faced by black lesbian women and human rights abuses. She has been in solidarity with movements such as Gender Links and POWA, as a performing artist and activist.

She has performed pieces like “lesbian, what would I do with myself if I stopped drinking?” in order to address rape and patriarchal violence, featured in the Jozi Spoken word at Wits Theater in 2009 and the Wits substation in conjunction with the Writing Center. What would I do with myself has become her mantra as she performed it in various spaces, putting the highlight and advocating on rape, sex, sexuality and HIV. Some of her works like Before Funny Things Started were published by The Global Game in commemoration of the World Cup in 2010.

She directed The Vagina Monologues in conjunction with WALE in 2012 where she worked with Ntsiki Mazwai, a renowned poetess.
She is currently producing and directing The Vagina Monologues to be staged in various spaces in the inner city including Soweto.
She has also been featured in the Mail & Guardian book of South African Women 2013 as a playwright, director, performing artist and a rape survivor.

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2014 Feb.28: Isiphiwo Sami

This short documentary is an exploration of Black Queers in SA (Beauties)… Queerizing Public Spaces.
Produced in Durban in 2013, an exchange between black trans/ femme gay identifying persons from Durban and Johannesburg.
Continuous documentation of Inkanyiso Productions celebrating our queer selves as we are heading toward 20 Years of Democracy.

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2014 Feb.15: “ Of Love & Loss” review


by Nomfundo Mgabadeli

 

The Wits Arts Museum and the Stevenson Gallery in Johannesburg played host to one of the most talented, hard-working, passionate visual artist activist of today, Zanele Muholi.
Muholi unveiled her latest offering, titled “Of Love and Loss” on the 14th February along with her 2013 Prince Clause Award ceremony.

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ZaVa I. Paris, 2013

The evening commenced at the Wits Arts Museum, with a selection of works by Zanele Muholi being exhibited in her honour. She was the evening’s recipient of the 2013 Prince Claus Award, which is given to eleven highly acclaimed individuals from different countries who show a resilient aptitude towards culture and development in their relevant fields, and not only excelling but shedding light on issues they hold most dear.
In the case of Muholi, she shone the spotlight on the persecution of the black Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender (LGBT) community, especially in township areas where attacks are as common as commuting a taxi. Her works ring more true in the current state of LGBT rights crisis across Africa.

Changing vows.  Ayanda & Nhlanhla Moremi's wedding. Kwanele Park, Katlehong, 9 November 2013

Changing vows.
Ayanda & Nhlanhla Moremi’s wedding. Kwanele Park, Katlehong, 9 November 2013

After the award ceremony patrons gathered and made their way to the Stevenson Gallery, where the official launch “Of Love and Loss” took place. As you entered, the walls were adorned with intimate endearing stills of Muholi and her partner, which immediately set the “love” tone of the exhibition. But as you walked out of that sort of whimsical space, you were taken aback by a glass coffin placed on the floor juxtaposed with a black lesbian wedding playing in the background.
The installation drew even more attention when Muholi herself, stripped down and laid nude in the coffin, surrounded by red rose petals.

Muholi in a custom made coffin. Photo by Bongi 'Thekwane' Mphisholo (2014/02/14)

Muholi in a custom made coffin.
Photo by Bongi ‘Thekwane’ Mphisholo (2014/02/14)

The third space was again adorned with stills of black same sex marriages which illustrated that same sex weddings can be just as magical and special than a heterosexual wedding. You were then quickly brought back to the pain endured by black LGBTs and it leaves quite a morose feeling within.

Muholi’s body of work reveals a tug of war between “Of Love and Loss” and it depends on an individual’s perspective on what they take from the exhibition. Like her previous works, the pieces bring great awareness to the plight of black LGBT people. She has solidified herself as a catalyst for change in the LGBT community. The exhibition runs up until the 4th April 2014.

Ayanda Moremi on her wedding day. Kwanele South, Katlehong, 9 November 2013

Ayanda Moremi on her wedding day. Kwanele South, Katlehong, 9 November 2013

Duduzile Zozo's Funeral. Thokoza, July 2013

Duduzile Zozo’s Funeral. Thokoza, July 2013

About the author

Nomfundo Mgabadeli  is a recent Bachelor’s Degree graduate in Journalism and a prospective student for the Master’s program.
Nomfundo has an aptitude and a great love for writing.
She is a self-confessed liberal feminist and a firm believer in equality across the board. She has no interest in furthering stereotypical, prejudicial, harmful agendas on and off the record.

In her research she has particular interest in youth, as she believes young minds have the potential to be the change that our country so desperately needs.
She currently works at Art for Humanity, a non-profit organisation that uses art to advocate human rights and various social issues that plague South Africa.
The organisation also holds art school workshops in different schools across KwaZulu-Natal for which she is a facilitator.

 

 

 

Related links

2014 Feb. 14:  Black South African visual activist lesbian, Zanele Muholi, in a transparent coffin Of Love and Loss”

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Zanele Muholi: The task of mourning

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Desire for change unites post-apartheid activism

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2014 Feb.14: Prince Claus Award ceremony + Of Love and Loss exhibition opening

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2014 Feb.14: “Black South African visual artist lesbian, Zanele Muholi, in a transparent coffin of love and loss”

by Aluta Humbane

Zanele Muholi, the 2013 Prince Claus Laureate, put on what could be best termed a conversation starter of an exhibition during the prestigious Prince Claus Laureate Award ceremony.

The Ambassador of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, H.E. Mr Andre’ Haspels was at hand at the Wits Art Museum to honour Zanele Muholi’s contribution to culture and development. The award ceremony was followed by the opening of Love and Loss exhibition at the Stevenson Gallery in Braamfontein, Johannesburg.

Muholi in a custom made coffin. Photo by Bongi 'Thekwane' Mphisholo (2014/02/14)

Muholi in a custom made coffin.
Photo by Bongi ‘Thekwane’ Mphisholo (2014/02/14)

Attendees had this to say:

“Powerful, Zanele is very brave, when I came in and saw the coffin with flowers – I got goose bumps and thought…what’s happening?”
Fariba Derakshani (Prince Claus Foundation, Amsterdam)

“This is an example that one day it might be us”
Bakae (Vosloorus)

“If it weren’t for her, we would know each other, but the world would only know us through their eyes and voice, I see myself in this exhibition“.

Mpume (Turtfontein)

These pictures touched my soul, they look so in love, it seems I’ m not the only one who desire love.”

Tshepiso

Siyabonga Zanele. You are our black lesbian hero”

The 14th of February 2014, marks many people celebrating Valentine’s Day worldwide often in the comfort of their homes, but Wits Arts Museum and Stevenson Gallery had a different idea. They brought the broody holiday to the art museum.

At 18:30, the museum was buzzing with more than 200 black LGBTI guests, allies and gay patrons from all over Gauteng townships.  The majority of them had never been afforded the opportunity to be in in such a space, prior to this moment.

The award ceremony and exhibition provided an opportunity to claim a space previously reserved by suppressive ideology, an era past of racial segregation in South Africa that would have deemed the invitees invisible and not worthy of such a space.

Now this space allowed us an expression and artistic engagement where we explored and revealed our true being without fear.

The prevailing tone in the air was that which acknowledged Muholi as a messiah, who has united us all; black, white, drag queen, Butch, township dwellers and suburbanites in a space where the societal and cultural etiquette was challenged to fit the context of diverse people in the Museum and Gallery, thus embraced the contrasts of love and loss under one roof.

The accolade of messiah follows Muholi, who has used her passion to create photography and art as a vehicle that advocates for the emancipation and celebration of the black LGBTI community who are previously and presently marginalized in mainstream media.

In documenting and voicing the different queer identities and their multiplicity, Muholi has created a visibility that had been swept under the rug.  This new platform has allowed for a celebration of Queer and Trans beauty and existence.

I entered a gallery that was charged with a rush of positive energy and in my eyes I immediately understood what the late and great Nelson Mandela envisioned. It was a free space where all could “BE”

The Prince Claus award ceremony boasted colours of love, which were celebrated with struggle songs and chants of freedom and power by the fired up crowd. It became a melting pot of culture and norms as all protocol was abandoned.  Songs of freedom were chanted in celebration of a ‘soldier’ who had fought a good fight and was now being rightfully honoured.

In her keynote, Fariba Derakshani the Prince Claus representative resonated with the audience, most of whom were or have been part of the creation of Muholi’s work. Derakshani said that she was “a revolutionary who has had great impact in advocating and empowering black LBGTI communities of South Africa.  Through her lenses, she has shot and offered a voice for black LGBTI stories which will live ahead of time in history.”

As she was acknowledged and given the award, the venue was illuminated by prayer and loud singing, using liberation struggle songs which lyrics had been altered to fit an LGBTI context. One could not help but feel part of the revolution that captured the mixed emotions of love, celebration and mourning for those gone prematurely.

The ceremony ended with some words of appreciation from Muholi.  She spoke of her vision of being in a world where black LGBTI are part of the mainstream cultural and artistic production, where they are able to tell their stories not through someone’s voice, as a third person, but the first. She said her objective was that “of empowering black LGBTI whom are discriminated and silenced by a society which in principal has constitutional obligation to provide a platform to tell their stories, through their own voices, which currently is not the reality.”

It is clear that her selfless efforts are driven by the passion to leave a legacy of sorts, that of an empowered and productive black gay and community.  Her works speaks to the fact that lesbians should be judged only by their actions and not sexuality, gender or race.

When the award ceremony ended at 20:30, the attendees moved to Stevensons Gallery, which was a street away. In numbers lesbians, gays, bisexual and intersex marched in unity, down the streets of Braamfontein in a proud moment of belonging.

Upon entering the gallery, all your senses went into over drive as Zanele Muholi’s live performance art installation, threw everyone for a loop and left them momentarily shocked.

Muholi was inside a custom made glass coffin, which was strewn with rose petals and shreds of flowers on top of it, as she laid there naked, an allusion of death!!
The celebratory mood quickly changed to a sad and a somewhat sombre mood.  There were expressions of awe, sadness, and shock.

Some people were streaming tears at the sight of Muholi’s “corpse”. The feelings of pain, anger, and fear resurfaced as they were forced to confront everyone’s worst fears – those of losing a child, aunt, sister, friend to hate crimes.  Suddenly death was staring us in the face.  The reality of losing a friend or lover, a sister or brother registered fully!

Others were comforting the shaken ones.

We had been confronted with Of Love and Loss – a juxtaposition of love and loss was punctuated Muholi objectifying her body, to quantify her experiences beyond language. Her work has become synonymous with the likes of South African Born Steven Cohen and Italian millitary leader’s daughter, Marina Abramović

The exhibition engages through photography, the love, flamboyancy, identity and changing scope of tolerance towards homosexuals. Through their persistent acts of “Being” regardless of expectation, dangers, ideological and socio-political control.

Muholi’s really pushes the boundaries to compel one to think, reflect and engage with not only the plight, but an elated representation of the beauty of queer black gays and lesbians. In her bid and fight to create a space, and mouthpiece in which the beauty and love that exists in Homosexuals is shared with society and the world, where people can understand that we too live, we too love and we too feel.

Of Love and loss, engaged patrons as it evoked a myriad of emotions all at the same time.  The installation forces one to face the hard truth and in the next instance makes you swoon.  Some of the liberating images were of a gay sangoma couple’s wedding, who believe that their union was accepted by the ancestors.

Soon after there are images of friends and family mourning lesbians and gays killed in a bid to correct and or diminish their existence.

Other images depict love, beauty and metamorphosis of queer and flamboyant and butch identities.

Muholi’s work is a celebration of homosexuality, queer identity, and love against all odds and an encouragement to reflect which can be the beginning of healing.

In a series of compelling narrative images, Of Love and loss exhibition is opened until the 4th of April 2014 at the Stevenson Gallery, Braamfontein, Johannesburg.

 

 

 

About the author
Aluta Melvin Humbane was born and lives in Inanda, Durban.

He achieved a BA Degree in Drama & Performance and Media & Cultural studies from UKZN Howard College (2012), A Postgraduate Certificate in Education from Edgewood Campus (2013); and a LUCCA International Leadership Certificate.

Aluta’s passion for humanitarian work has seen him work in Durban LGBTI NGO advocating for LGBTI human rights and well-being.

He is currently in an Australian based Organization (Spark Changemakers*) network of change makers in South Africa through an organization he founded, called “Injongo Movement” in Inanda. (Focusing on arts for a change)

In past four years has written and directed 2 Dramatic plays which aims to create awareness through shock, the issues of homophobia, woman abuse and negative impacts of a Gesellschaft community.
Which has toured Durban and used in 16 Days of Activism campaigns.

Aluta is also a singer/songwriter and has braced stages around South Africa.
He is also a Playhouse Performer since 2009 till present.
He also volunteers at Inanda Community Radio as an art show producer and guest show host.

He has received two awards, one from UKZN Humanities College for outstanding Mentor (2011); and the Pink Feature Award for Most Influential Gay person in Durban (2010)

Currently working for Department of Education.
He is also working on his first Solo music album “Identity “through his music production co. and directing his Theatre Project, A play called “Mandela could be Jesus” which will open towards end of 2014.

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2014 Jan.21: My Woman

by Lebohang ‘Leptie’ Phume

 
I fell in love with someone I’d never met before.
All I knew  was she was 1.65m tall, had that dark brown chocolate skin,
big beautiful eyes and jaw lines to die for.

It was never my intention to walk into her life and actually fall in
love but God had other plans. It is not every day that you meet
an amazing, free spirited and loving soul.
She’s the type of person who doesn’t even try hard to put a smile on my face,
it just comes naturally. Her simple call just brightens up my day.

Come to think of it, I missed out on two great opportunities to meet up
with her because I was too busy with other things, that I couldn’t spare
just two hours of my time to meet my future wife. Fear not I’m willing
to spend the rest of my life making it up to my amazing partner.
Yes I said amazing.

She sure is the most amazing partner I could ever ask for. I will
support all her decisions because I know whatever love I give her.
She is always willing to do better and go the extra mile for us.
I have found in her what every person in the world is searching for.
She is the ride or die type,
the type that would help you bury a dead body and she’d
say nothing but grab a shovel and follow me.
Well…
I’m lying she would freak out first.

She’s the type of person that would never judge me but show me the right
path to take. She is someone who will always be there for me when I need her
the most. She is not just a partner but a best friend too.
Well I did say she is an amazing beautiful young woman.
She is my woman!

 

About the author

Lebohang Phume is a football player, Fashionista and an aspiring model.
Phume hails from Kwa-Thema, Springs.
She says, “I’m that purple sheep with color changing polka dots out of all the white sheep!”

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2014 Feb.8: Mixed emotions at Miss Valentine 2014 in Daveyton

by Yaya Mavundla

February is known to be a month of love around the globe, but in Daveyton on Friday, 7th February 2014 it wasn’t the case.

Lesiba Mothibe hosted the annual pageant Miss Valentine at Two Tone Lounge in Basothong section Daveyton matching the standard to what any other top-notch pageant would be like.
Six contestants from the area contested for the title.

The pageant was schedule to take place at 19:00 but due to unforeseen circumstances the show started two hours later.  Thankfully there was a cash bar and it kept a lot of people occupied as they quenched their thirst.

When the event eventually kicked off, people got very excited. The MC for the evening was the bubbly Xoli Ntsebesa, who welcomed everyone who was at the pageant. She mentioned and thanked all the sponsors and people who were involved in making the pageant a success.

In the first category, contestants had to introduce themselves to the audience.

Kgomotso “Cuteness” Mashapa, 22 who later on in the evening took the Miss Valentine 2014 title, failed to properly introduce herself, leaving her fans very disappointed.

Thabo Menu, 19 who was the 1st Princess and Miss Personality, was so shy to the extent that she could only say ‘Good evening my name is Thabo also known as Miss T” and the MC requested that she introduce herself again. On her second attempt you could still tell that she was not comfortable.

The 2nd Princess was the bubbly Kats Kgope, 19 impressed the audience with her lingerie presentation and answered her question like any well trained Miss S.A would answer her question.  She however but did not impress with her evening gown as it wasn’t fitting well and kept falling and exposing her breasts.

Despite so much work put in by the organizers, there was a problem with the running of the programme and the music was not what the contestants had rehearsed to. Tensions were high and the MC used unprintable language. She later apologized for being unprofessional.

Ndumiso Nhlengethwa, one of the judges caused further confusion by abandoning his duties and going backstage to give contestants new instructions.  He did not communicate the changes with the organizers and MC and that confused everyone as well as the audience. The judges table and DJ did not understand why they expected one thing but contestants were doing the other. Lesiba Mothibe did not take that too well.

During the intervals Glam Diva who was the audience favourite, performed two songs by Beyonce – Girls, Run The World” and “End of Time” which are very popular within the LGBTI events.

Nathi Dlamini, who did a Lebo Mathosa performance, dedicated it to all the people who did not like drag queens. “This performance I’m about to do is dedicated to everyone who does not like us drag queens but pretends to be our friends” she said.

Sicka Star-ban Jones and Major Short were also amongst other performers for the night.

The audience had their own favourite contestants during the event. When it was time for judges to ask all the finalist questions, most contestants couldn’t answer. One contestant responded by saying “I would like to change my personality and fashion because I do not like it” to the question “If you were to change something about yourself tonight at this pageant what would it be and why?”.

The answer was received with mixed emotions by the audience; some of the people in the audience couldn’t help but laugh.

After the crowning, Kgomotso “Cuteness” Mashapa was so overwhelmed by emotions. She could not verbalise her feelings. It was her first pageant win in all her pageant history. When asked about how she felt about the win and experience she described it as amazing. “I’m so happy, this is amazing, thank you so much” she responded.

Lesiba was happy with the result and the production and during her interview she said “I’m glad that everything went according to plan, yes there will always be things that you are not happy about when hosting such events but today I’m happy and the response is positive so far.
I would like to thank Two Tone Lounge for allowing us to host such an event at their venue. Zanele Muholi for sponsoring the prize. 
Candice Nkosi for doing the girls Make-up and everyone else who was involved”, she concluded.

Right after the pageant the white draping on stage was ripped off and a massive party started and everyone partied like they are at PRIDE.

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2014 Feb.11: What to get your partner this Valentine’s Day

 

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2014 Feb.11: What to get your partner this Valentine’s Day

by Yaya Mavundla

Valentine’s Day is the one day that most couples get to splurge on their loved ones and make them the centre of their universe.  There is no denying the fact that most people take offence if their partners do not get them a gift.

I find that Roses and Chocolates are the most popular items to get for women and perfume for men.

We are few days away from cupids day and ideas are already swirling in your head  are you going to  cook for your partner, rub his/her back in a hot bubble bath while feeding each other strawberries and chocolate or are you just going to hang out and gaze into each other’s eyes?  I have a few suggestions that may help with your decision to make this the best Valentine’s Day ever!

My suggestions may surprise you, but they work all the time!

BE TOGETHER, ALONE

Book a self-catering accommodation; it doesn’t have to be somewhere far, just somewhere away from home. Thankfully this year, Valentine’s Day falls on a Friday so you can afford to sleep in and worry about waking up in a rush in the morning.  Spend time with your partner and get to know them better.  Recap on all the good things you have done together. If you have children, make sure someone is watching them and have enough of everything they might need to avoid unnecessary phone calls and being disturbed.

COOK A NICE MEAL

You don’t have to be a great cook or cook up a storm, stick to what you know and what you know they will enjoy.  Remember parenting your partner with food is a tangible sign that you care. Hence people get annoyed when you don’t eat when they cooked. A bottle of wine or champagne and roses around the table will be cherry on top.

GET HER/HIM A LIRA BOOK:
“MAKING HERSTORY”

This will be a very nice book for anyone as it recaps on life challenges and teaches one to be responsible and more. If you are not a fan of biographies, any other book will do. Just put some thought into it and this will be something your partner will remember and it will bring good memories, each time they read it.  Also remember to personalise the book by writing a sweet something and signing it.

GO SHOPPING TOGETHER

Don’t come with a gift already wrapped up and so on… It’s expected. Take your partner with to the mall and buy him/her that one item they would like in a shop while browsing through. Make them fit it on if it clothes and tell them how sexy they look in it. If it’s any other object, show the support and that you understand why it would be useful to have it. Make it be part of your life.

WRITE A LOVE LETTER

This might come across as old fashioned but it is one the most heartfelt gestures you could give to your partner. Imagine the sentiment of knowing that the one you love took time out to put on paper what they think of you.  Don’t you feel special that the focus is on you and your partner? Well I would. People get flattered by getting simple things from people they love. You can always throw the love letter inside the shopping bag of what you just bought them while doing shopping.

APPRECIATE THEM

We all love the idea of being special and knowing we are important. All the things that you should have told your partner but never got a chance to say, say them.  Apologize for the mistakes you have done and move on.  Remind them why you asked them out in the first place and tell them which outfit you like the most and looks great on them, make them blush. Keep it cute and keep the romance alive.

Happy Valentine’s!

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2014 Jan. 10: Opulence at the memorial service of Brenda “the hustler”

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2014 Jan. 5: High Fashion at Muntuza’s funeral in KwaThema

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