2013 Aug. 24: Queer Africa Book launch…here comes the pessimist!!!


by Jeremiah Sepotokele

2013 Aug. 17:  Gay and Lesbian Memory in Action (GALA) and MaThoko’s Books launched Queer Africa at the University of the Witwatersrand, Braamfontein.

Queer Africa is a collection of short fiction written by talented writers on queer lives and experiences. Edited by Karen Martin and Makhosazana Xaba, the two formed part of the panel which included Makgano Mamabolo (actress, writer and director) and Ashraf Johaardien (Head of Arts and Culture at University of Johannesburg).

Cover of the Queer Africa book launched on the 17th Aug. 2013.

Cover of the Queer Africa book launched on the 17th Aug. 2013.

The panel took on several discussions around the state of queer literature in South Africa and Prof. Tommaso Milan took on the handy task of facilitating the discussion.

The event was well attended by university students, academics and professionals. Just from observing the interaction between attendees as they firmly held on to their wine glasses, I could not resist the fresh reminder on how much of a privileged space it was.

As much as I acknowledge the platform that allows queer stories to be told, I will be sour once again and highlight why my celebration of the book was not complete.
Firstly the book is published in English and no other language is represented in the collection. I was taken apart by this considering the wealth of languages we have in our country. This also speaks seriously to structural inequality and how language is far from being separate from these politics.
How many individuals (even our queer folks) can express themselves thoroughly in English?
I think it’s important that these reproductions reflect our uniqueness and diversity as queer collectives and language is part of it all. I can imagine how refreshing it would be to read a story about a transgendered woman in Xhosa.

Secondly, the contributors of the compilation are quite distinguished writers and from reading their biographies they all possess or in the process of getting a university education.  That really makes sense why the book is published in English in the first place. Accessibility is still an issue and really demands our attention, and it cannot be ignored that this space is still privileged. I can only hope that the publishers extend the call for submissions next time to those who may not really have access to these platforms, as they may not necessarily be in the system that grants these incredible opportunities. Although publishers may complain about their capacity and budgetary constraints that will enable them to extend equal opportunity, there should be some effort in addressing this particularly.

I can complain all day long about this and as responsible social activists we should create consciousness around this issue whenever these projects are conceptualised. We come very far with our struggle as South African LGBTI community and without any further reservations, I am grateful that there is a book that tells our stories. These are our lives, our journeys and it is imperative that we have full ownership of them.
Ngiyabonga!!!

 

Previous on/ by Jeremiah

2013 Aug. 22: I Spoke to My Heart…

and

2013 Aug. 15: The documentation of black LGBTI in South Africa

and

2013 July 29: Education, Queer Youth, Hate Crimes: So where to from here?

and

2013 Aug. 13: Love Transcends and Love Prevails

and

2013 May 18: After Mask … Hear Us Out

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2013 Aug. 24: After the funeral at Mina Nawe

R-L:  Lesego Tlhwale, Charmain Carrol, Akhona Hailele, Nqobile Zungu, Swazi Nkosi,  Simphiwe Mbatha, Collen Mfazwe, Maureen Velile Majola and Muholi Zanele © Koketso Mohalane 24/08/2013

R-L: Lesego Tlhwale, Charmain Carrol, Akhona Hailele, Nqobile Zungu, Swazi Nkosi,
Simphiwe Mbatha, Collen Mfazwe, Maureen Velile Majola and Muholi Zanele
© Koketso Mohalane
24/08/2013

Missing in the photo were:  Kopano Sibeko, Lerato Dumse, Thekwane Mpisholo and Zandile Makhubu.

Where/ What: After the funeral of Collen Mfazwe’s grandmother, we had our group photo taken by a member of AmaQhawe Choir.

Camera used: Canon 60d with 17 – 85mm lens.

Location: Daveyton

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2013 Aug. 22: Am exactly where I’m supposed to be


by Amogelang Senokwane

My name is Amogelang Precious Senokwane, the only daughter of the late Dimakatso Senokoane and Ralebese Ruiter. I was born on the 3rd March, 1987 at Hoopstad Hospital in Free State (FS).
I was raised in Hertzogville by my mom and great grandmother.
I have memories of my father from around five years old.  We went on to have six more incredibly close years before he passed on. I am forever grateful for those memories.

My earliest memories of being a lesbian perhaps go as far back as my toddler years.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been a tomboy.  I enjoyed playing soccer with the guys, building wired cars and playing house (mantlwane). I would always be the father and it was all normal to me.
Later in life, I saw a photo of myself when I was about 2 years old.  I was wearing a two piece (skirt) suit and I was crying. I asked my mom why I was miserable in the photo and she gave me a hilarious answer.  She said I was scared of white people.  It was funny and silly but I took her word.

Image

Amogelang Senokwane in Muholi’s Faces & Phases (2009), Cape Town.

A year or so after my mom passed on, one of my aunts unintentionally let slip the real story behind my crying picture.  She told me my mom always tried to dress me in cute dresses but I hated them and that gave her an inkling of who I really was.  My dad treated me like a son in a way because he would always buy me boy`s clothing and take me to soccer and cricket games.  It felt like as a parent, my mother could not come to terms with my sexual orientation.  I have no doubt that she loved me regardless.

When it was time to face the world, I partially came out in 1999 to a friend of mine.
I told her I was having these weird feelings which I could not explain or understand.
I was attracted to girls. Her reaction surprised me.  She was calm and reassuring and assured me that it was normal.  It later made sense why she had reacted that way earlier – I found out later she was a lesbian!  It gave me courage to somewhat come out to my mom, but I think she was in denial.  She maybe thought I would outgrow that phase of my life.  I would later find out that she had known all along and had even confided in my uncle.

I found out my uncle knew when I decided it was time for me to formally come out to my family, confirming who the real Amo was. I did not wish for anyone to get their hopes up, thinking I would be getting married to a man.
I, of course, had pondered the many ways to do this and finally the bright idea to send an sms hit me.  I messaged everyone that mattered and then endured a laboured wait.
I had switched off my phone but the anticipation made me switch it back on again.  The first sms was from my aunt – the one who explained the miserable photo from way back way. She told me that she accepted me and loved me. Most family members responded positively.  Another wished she could ask me questions face to face.

My uncle had not responded by the next day and I was fretting. His response was particularly important because he was a stern man of few words.  He finally responded late in the evening of the next day.   He called me, said he loved me, would never stop and that he had known all along. He said my mom told him before she passed away.
The revelation left me with mixed feelings.  I was angry because I wished that my mom could have told me in her own words of her acceptance for me.   I also knew she loved me and did the best she could.

My aunt (mom’s sister) – has however not accepted me yet and it breaks my heart, because she’s my flesh and blood.  I will always be who I am without feeling the need to apologise.  In an ideal world both our wishes could be reality, but the reality is I am who I am, I did not choose.  I just wish she would accept who I am and love me as she did before I came out. My partner also has a similar challenge as some family members are still not accepting who she is.

Amo in a recent photo

Amo in a recent photo

I feel blessed that I met my partner who is a God loving and most importantly a God fearing woman.  I met Nozipho Jennifer Magagula in 2011.
In March 2012 she started living with me permanently. I proposed on her birthday which happens to be the 25th December, 2011.
We started out as friends, but our feelings grew. I wanted to take it slowly because I had just come out of a relationship. We were friends for the first six (6) months and then our relationship evolved. She’s originally from Soshanguve so we had a long distance relationship at first.

I sent her an sms telling her how I felt on the 11th of November 2011.

I asked to be my girlfriend and she did not say yes or no to my proposal, but I told myself that I am not giving up on this one. I would tell her that I love her and she would say “I know.”
She was probably wary of rushing too. I was persistent and never gave up.
On the 13th of December she said yes, a day after she came to visit me in Cape Town.

It was not really a formal proposal but I gave her a promise ring. It was a promise from me to her assuring her that I am going to make her my wife one day. Both our families are aware of our relationship. My family is very supportive and loving. We both still need to perform a formal ceremony where both our families come together and get to formally know each other. Both families have, however, accepted us.  I feel blessed because I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.  Like any couple, we face difficulties here and there but because our spirituality is so important to us, we entrust everything to God.

We are optimistic about our future and we discuss important issues like children.  We have already established that we would like to have a family that will consist of two boys and two girls. We are already picking names for our four children.  I would like to start my own business and perhaps buy another home with a big yard and pool.  Although I already own a home in a beautiful surburb, I would like for us to buy a house as a married couple.

I am currently working at Eskom as an Instrument Technician.   I completed engineering studies in 2007 and earned a National Diploma in Electrical Engineering from the Cape Peninsula University of Technology (Cape Town Campus), in 2008.  Ultimately, I would like to obtain a B-Tech in Quality or Project Management.  I started out as a Technician in Training at Eskom in 2008, and became permanent on the 1st of March 2010, having had a break in between because my 15 month contract had ended.  A permanent job was a blessing for me.  The gift of education had allowed me to start realising my dreams.

This is the reason that I feel education is the only way to a better life whichever form of education you chose always pays off.  When I went into my third year, my mother and father had passed on and I lost the ideal of why I was trying so hard.  When I went into third year I did not have money for registration. A friend of mine at tertiary scarified her needs and gave me her last money so that I could register for courses. It is rare for someone to do that for a complete stranger that they have only known for a few months.  That changed the trajectory of my life drastically, because I would not be where I am supposed to be.

As I had mentioned earlier both my parents have passed away.  My dad passed away in 1998 after a long illness, when I was still in primary school. I was left with my mom. She was unemployed, but she gave me her best and her all until I finished high school.
She supported me through tertiary school.  She worked piece jobs and sacrificed every cent for me so that I could have a better future. Unfortunately she passed away in early 2006, when I was doing my second year.  She passed away after a short illness. I felt like my life was over and I had no one else. I turned my back on my books and I did not study for my exams.  I locked up how I felt, because I was telling myself that the person I was studying for was no longer here, so nothing mattered. By the grace of God, I passed six of the seven subjects that I was doing that semester. That’s when everything changed. I knew that God was there and that I would never walk alone and since then I have made Him my friend and confidant.

It is with this spirit that I would like to pay it forward.  I would change other lesbian’s lives. If I had the opportunity, I would build or establish a safe house for lesbians who are kicked out of their homes for being who they are, rejected and disowned by their families. I want a place where they would be themselves, a place where they can express their talent, have a roof over their heads, a warm meal, some sense of peace and security in their lives.  I want a place they can call home that will be filled with love, laughter, compassion, and empathy.

I miss my parents. I had a younger sister but she passed away in 2001 when she was 2 months old.  I miss her dearly as well.  She would have been 12 years old.
I have an older half-sister from my dad’s side who stays in Botshabelo in Free State.
Sadly, we are not as close as I would like for us to be. We communicate telephonically and I wish I could share some of my cares with her since my mom is no longer alive.

I do think though I am doing a decent job looking after myself in this current climate of hatred towards the LGBTI community in South Africa. I stay in a very quiet suburb where everybody is minding their own business so I feel pretty safe.  I have not met people who have a problem with me or my sexuality.   If they then they do a pretty good job at hiding it.  I am a Butch lesbian, so I know that I am conspicuous. I feel more comfortable in male clothing, I feel whole. Although I look good in women`s clothing, I am not comfortable wearing it. The last time I wore a skirt was at my granddad’s brother’s funeral in 2006.

My sexual orientation is important to me because this is my core – it is me.
There will never be another Amogelang Precious Senokwane after this one has passed away. There’s a saying that goes “Always be you because everyone else is taken.” I understand that outwardly Amo is a woman and at the end of the day I am proud of the fact that I am a Black, Proud, Confident and Successful Lesbian.
That means I recognise my identities. I however want people to judge me by my substance not my sexual orientation.   That is very minimising.  I have a true sense of my identity and that is being true to myself and the people who love me and those whom I love.   It is not being afraid to let Amo shine just because Amo is a lesbian.
At the end of the day self-acceptance comes first, no one else will be proud or accept your identity if you do not accept yourself. “Those who matter don’t mind, but those who mind don’t matter.”

Obviously other lesbians, especially us black lesbians, have met different realities from mine.  It pains me a lot, looking back at where our country was many years ago and how much we have achieved and conquered yet we still have hateful heterosexists and homophobes who still feel that they need to prove a point. They say that God did not make Adam and Steve, but I also say God Himself said “I knew you before you were formed in your mother’s womb. All your day you were ordained even before your parents thought of having you.”
People should get educated and stop following other people. Listen more and talk less. They rape us to change us, if that does not work they kill us. You have taken a life, something only reserved for God.  You are condemned.

Why can people not practice what the Bible says about loving one another?
For me love is accepting the other person for who they are and them doing the same thing. Love is when both of you are willing to sacrifice and compromise a lot for each other. Love is remembering the silly little things that you did together. Silly little thing that your partner is doing or was doing and being there for each other through thick and thin. The true meaning of love is written in the Bible 1 Corinthians 13: 4-9, God is Love and when He is part of your lives nothing can break you.  

I am a fun, easy going person who enjoys playing soccer, watching movies, reading every now and then and just relaxing at home. I also love my community.
I believe in what we are doing to stay visible and never muted.  This is why I became part of the Faces and Phases series.
At first I thought I was doing it for fun, because I wanted to be in front of the lens well as helping a friend out with materials for her project. I never thought that it would be something this huge.
Faces and Phases has helped me a lot, because when my family saw the book and saw me and other lesbian there, it made them more proud of me and made them understand that there are other lesbians out there and we are here to stay.
My photo was also used in the Sowetan newspaper for an article. It boosted my confidence to another level.  A lot of people became curious and wanted to know more about my life and our lives as the black LGBTI community. A lot of lesbians especially in my home town became free and a couple of my friends saw my photo in the book and saw how proud I was of being me, it gave them the courage to come out and live their lives.

Two of them are being featured in the next edition of Faces and Phases (2006 – present), which is huge for us. We all come from a small town and yet we are conquering great mountains.
I hope this project will help a lot of other lesbians and gays to realize their inner strength and live their lives.
My final words would be that remember life may lead you where you least expected, but have faith.
You are exactly where you are supposed to be.

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2013 Aug. 22: Photo of the Day

2013 Aug. 22:   Photo of the Day


Location
Paris, France.
2013

My gratitude to my dearest friend Laurence Prat for giving me an opportunity to feature in her Warriors’ series.

Collaborations are a way to go so we’ll all reach some common goals and also to better realize our visual projects.

With this photo I’d like to pay tribute to my late mother Bester Muholi who worked as a domestic worker for more than 42 years to raise 8 children on her own with a meagre salary.
Allow me, also to acknowledge all those women who are doing domestic work to fend for their children in South Africa and beyond, as we continue to celebrate National Women’s Month in SA.

Bomama bethu siyanithanda.
Our Mothers, we love you so much.
Makwande zi Mbokodo.

 

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2013 Aug. 22: I Spoke to My Heart…

I spoke to my heart told him of the imaginable tales of sadness and frustration…

Emphasised that his desires are fictious nonsense that will never reach the ears of God…

Whispered that he shall seek and hopelessly will never find his own beat in a song that rejects its own tune…

I spoke to my heart told him of the greatest conspiracy contrived by the thickening blood streams intensified by vigorous efforts of the veins performing to ultimately keep him calm…

Narrated his journey through the heated ashes that his feet smokes and his toes choke as he discovers how adventurous his poverty is…

I confided in him, opened my vulnerability with sharp instruments that cut into the details of uncertainty and dry hope…

He responds with silence that speaks to my voice humming through the melody with simple notes of agony and indignity…

His pain is articulated in his rhythm of lows composed by the wounded sounds that lack harmony and reconciliation…

I looked at him but he can’t see me because his soul has lost vision and sensory…

I spoke to my heart told him of his displacement and disjuncture in a body that celebrates dysfunction…

A deadly conflict that separates me from within and peace is foreign where it is needed most…

An internal dialogue that haunts, suppresses, depresses the genius symphony of thought,
feeling and spirited movements…

Tears and blood flow through the pores of my thirsty skin paving reflection and restoration…

I spoke to my heart and told him that the gift of his soul lies wrapped up with metallic muscles locking the misery in discovery and patience is key…

I SPOKE TO MY HEART…

© Jeremiah Sepotokele
29/08/2013

 

Previous by Jeremiah


2013 Aug. 15: The documentation of black LGBTI in South Africa

and

2013 July 29: Education, Queer Youth, Hate Crimes: So where to from here?

and

2013 Aug. 13: Love Transcends and Love Prevails

and

2013 May 18: After Mask … Hear Us Out

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2013 Aug. 12: Sizakele and Salome’s commemoration hit a slump

by Maureen Majola and Olive Legobye

Meadowlands, Soweto. Johannesburg

Braving hard rain, Olive Legobye‪ and Inkanyiso productions made their way to the meadowlands police station on Friday the 9th of August 2013.

They found a group of +- 30 men and women, who are members of the Community Police Forum (CPF) sector 1-2-3 and some members of the LGBTI community. Everyone was gathered for a prayer and candlelight service for the late Sizakele Sigasa and Salome Masooa who were both brutally murdered in July 2007 in the same township.

The first speaker, Mme Alice Hopkins, President of CPF sector said, “today we walk freely because of the women of 1956. This is our month, it is given to us and we must celebrate it. We need to respect men regardless of their financial state.”

Mme Alice didn’t mention anything about Sizakele and Salome. All she said was why we should celebrate and how we should respect men.  I stayed on my seat with my ears raised high waiting to hear what others had to say.

A representative from Greater Soweto and chairperson of the CPF Mr German Mogotlhlwane said, “Women of South Africa need to know that it’s not only black women who were oppressed or affected by Apartheid laws but all women across all races were affected. When a men spoke a women would have to jump and attend to it. We all used to carry dompas, I carried one too.”

He continued to say women have been abused for too long and it is wrong.
“God gave us strength but we are using it incorrectly. Today is a special day for all women in South Africa and we need to celebrate it with respect and dignity” concluded Mogotlhlwane.

At this point I was a bit confused because no one was saying anything about Sizakele or Salome and it seemed as if this event was just about women’s day and not them.

In his address to the crowd, Captain Lifhuku said, “I am a community servant, I do not go with feelings, I do what the Constitution says. I don’t serve a certain group of people but the entire Meadowlands community.
It is sad that every time we receive a complaint we find women crying. We find that they are abused by their partners, sons, brothers or someone close to them. Women are strong, they get beaten up, put through pain but they hold on.

We as the Meadowlands Police Station are here to serve them and help them out but the women will always say ‘I forgive him’. We never had a problem with men killing their families but when we got democracy we inherited this thing.”

He went on to say, “If a partner has a temper and they can’t control it, know that you have an abuser.”

We then proceeded to the candlelight which was led by uMfundisi who said, “This is a special day and it needs to be celebrated everyday not just this once”.

uMfundisi (pastor) Tshabalala led us in prayer and said we should pray that God protects all women and we should all remember the women who were killed, be it lesbian, straight or any other sexuality.
“Let’s commemorate all the people who have been killed by men and I as a men would not be here if it wasn’t for a women” said Mfundisi.

We all said a prayer and that was the end of the event. No one said anything about hate crimes or the impact it has on families. We didn’t march to where Sizakele and Salome where found and all the placards just sat there on the table.

This event failed to impress. In April this year, we attended Noxolo Nogwaza’s commemoration. It also didn’t meet expectations with less support and attention paid to the lesbian women.

In an article written for Inkanyiso, Tshidi Legobye, a friend who was with Sizakele and Salome hours before they were murdered, reveals how she was affected.

“Since that day, I’m scared of darkness, I’m not free at night and I can’t walk alone at night.
I don’t visit friends till late or unnecessary sleepovers to friends.
I realized that even when you’re in a car you’re not safe. Friends are pushing me to attend LGBTI functions and I’m not comfortable with it because these hate crimes mostly happen in the evenings.
That’s how I feel after
6 years,” states the article.

 

Previous articles by Tshidi and Maureen

2013 April 2: I was warm… I’m cold and hurt

and

2013 Aug. 6: My body as a subject of hate crime

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2013 Aug. 20: Lesbian Activist Survives Stabbing


Report by Thekwane Bongi Mpisholo

14th Aug. 2013: Johannesburg

A black lesbian activist aged 26 was attacked and stabbed by one of the elderly men in her neighbourhood, in her township of Vosloorus.
The incident occurred five days after National Women’s Day celebrations.
44 days later, the body of 26-year-old Duduzile Zozo was found half naked and brutally murdered in Katlehong (Ekurhuleni), East of Johannesburg.

At 19h15 on Wednesday, Matlatse “Sweeto” Makgai had R3 ZAR with her and decided to go to the nearest Spaza shop, which is situated, on the same street as her house (Roets Drive) to buy cigarettes. Just as she placed her order she saw Mr X, a man in his fifties, and greeted him as they normally did when passing each other.

The Horrific Scenes

Mr X:                        Asihambe siyolala (Let us go and have sex)
Sweeto:                 Hayi wena ngiyeke (Leave me alone!!!)
Mr X:                        Uzongihlabisa nini (When will you give me a shag?)
Sweeto:                 Ungangihlanyeli wena (Are you mad?)
Mr X:                        Asihambe uyongihlabisa, uzongiphanini kanti? (Lets go, when will you give me some pussy?)

Sweeto:                 Ngicela ungiyeke toe (Just leave me alone please)

Mr X:                        Kudala ngikufuna mos wena (I have been wanting to fuck you for a long time)
Sweeto:                 Uyagula wena, ungifuna ini na? (You are mad what is it that you want from me)
Mr X:                        Nginayo imali mos.
[Taking money out of his left jacket pocket]
I have cash so we can go fuck
[as he shows her the folded notes she could not make out what amount it was]

The most painful and scary hours of Sweeto’s life were about to unfold, as she grabbed the money from him then threw it toward the next yard.
He then retaliated started punching and kicking her on different parts of her body.
Mr X. continued doing this whilst swearing at her saying, “Now that you threw my cash away I am going to fuck you for free!” She fought back as hard as she possibly could. However, she stood no chance.

The wounded activist at Con Hill where she attended JhP People's Pride launch on the 17th Aug. 2013. Photo by Thekwane Bongi Mpisholo

The wounded activist at Con Hill where she attended JhP People’s Pride launch on the 17th Aug. 2013.
Photo by Thekwane Bongi Mpisholo

Thwarting her efforts of self-defence, he grabbed her tightly, gripping her neck with his folded arm while dragging her backwards. At that specific moment, what was going through Sweeto’s mind was not to be taken to the next location, so she fought even harder than before. Although she was panicking and scared, she tried to remain focused.
“The shop owner was just standing there not saying a thing, as if he were a statue” she says as she relays how it was only the three of them in the shop.

“During the fight, a knife fell out of the back pocket of his pants. I saw it then struggled to get it away from him but my efforts were in vain because he was taller and had an advantage. He then got hold of it and stabbed me on my left hand,” she said.

The reason her arm was stabbed was that she used it as a shield, in an attempt to block the knife from stabbing other parts of her body. She then immediately bound the wound with a hat she was wearing, as it was bleeding profusely.
She pleaded with him to let her go but he refused saying “You are coming with me today”. When he attempted to stab her in the stomach, he missed and instead the knife scraped the wall and created some sparks.

Then a guardian angel walked into the shop (one of the local women) and asked if they were playing or fighting. Mr X replied by saying Sweeto was trying to rob him of his money. The man exclaimed, “I want my money!” in a blatant attempt to change his story.
The victim replied “You will get your money from the person you wanted to buy sex from”. Then the lady asked where the cash was, only to find it lying on the ground next door, picked it up and gave it to the man.

Sweeto never saw how much the amount was and quickly took the chance to run away while her attacker was distracted.
She ran home to find her grandmother who asked her what was wrong and called the police, who arrived in about 15 minutes. Upon their arrival, they asked her if she knew her attacker and she responded by saying that she did. She got inside the van and they rushed to Mr X’s house and found him standing outside the gate showing no remorse for what he had done, both his hands in his pockets.

The police searched him for a knife but did not find anything. They asked him what had really happened and he responded by saying: “This kid was trying to take my money” and when asked where the money was, he replied, “I have it” as he removed an amount of R50 ZAR (two R20 notes and one R10 note) from his pocket. “At this time I was surprised because this man wanted to buy sex from me for this amount of money.” 

At that moment Mr X’s sister came to intervene and said, “No my brother does not carry a knife and he has a wife. I know you Sweeto why don’t we talk about this and solve it like neighbours.” “ I personally will pay for you medical bill” Mr X’s sister said to Sweeto.

Sweeto was told to get in the police van so they could go to her house. She thought she was being accompanied to fetch a jersey as she was getting cold, and that she would later be taken to the police station and to Jay Dumani Clinic in Vosloorus.
The policewoman and man were arguing as to whether they should carry on or not. The police woman was saying that Sweeto was a complainant who needed to be attended to and that she had a right to lay a charge and open a case; while her male colleague refused, saying that Sweeto was just playful, her injuries were not serious and that she could take care of it in the morning, whilst telling her to go sleep. She left the two arguing to go inside her house. The sad part is that neither of them had nametags on.

A couple of minutes later Mr X. and the sister came to ask her grand0mother for permission to have a word with her. The sister then told Sweeto to state the amount that she wanted to avoid charges being laid against her brother. She replied by saying the only number she wanted to see was a case number, not money. I conclude by stating that it is woman’s month she should lead by example.

She then called the 112 number for an ambulance and it arrived and took her to Natalspruit Hospital where she waited until she was attended to. She was asked what had happened and she related the entire ordeal. She received a couple of shots and the wound was treated as she was told that it was septic. She was then stitched four times on her left hand between the thumb and index figure.
She was then plastered up and bandaged. “I was finished being attended to at around 12 am Thursday morning, yet I was stabbed Wednesday night”.

“That very Thursday morning I went back home to fetch money for transport and went to the Vosloorus Police Station to fetch the J 88 form.” She recalls that the form was given to her with limited information: only Vosloorus written on it with no name of the investigating officer or any statement of the injuries she had sustained.
“I immediately went to the hospital with the form. At the hospital I was told to take it back to the police station as the police had not done their job properly. I went back to the police station where Officer Alice assisted me. I showed her where the hospital needed information”

“The form was only filled when I refused to be sent back and forth between hospital and police station. Eventually I went home still in pain and had not slept a wink while I was at the benches at the hospital waiting rooms. I went back to the hospital again and found a long queue awaiting me.
Finally, I was attended by the hospital clerk who asked me to pay 20 ZAR. I replied by saying I do not have it. Unfortunately in government hospitals if you do not have money to pay you will only be attended after all those who have paid. When I was attended to it was impossible to track the doctor who had stitched me because he did not sign his name on the paper work. By this time I was feeling helpless and tired because I was then told to come back Friday.

Friday morning finally arrived and I went back to the hospital again. This time around I was so angry that I went to the staff rooms and demanded assistance. They eventually tracked down the doctor by checking the register. His name was Dr X. who was on duty that day, he only comes to the hospital on Wednesdays so he can only help me fill the form on the 21 August 13.
They also said I must come after 10 days to remove the cast on 21 August 2013.”

The very men whom we look up to in the society are capable of doing such, and then it makes one wonder what example are they setting for the younger generation?
South Africa is celebrating 19 Years of Democracy and freedom.
Who is this creature called ‘freedom’ if women are constant walking targets?

NB: *We will be posting an update on this story as we closely follow arguments from both sides in the court of law.

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2013 Aug. 5: Amsterdam Pride photos

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2013 July 10: When brutally killed, Dudu was stripped every ounce of her dignity

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Queer spots pointed for our first Johannesburg People’s Pride

by Lesego Tlhwale

“JHBPP must be commended for taking the initiative to reclaim the Pride and taking it back to its original stance that of conscience and knowing who and what we are as people.
Dope launch on Saturday”, this is a reflection of Nancy Nkosi who was one of 200+ black LGBTIQA people who gathered at the Constitution Hill on the 17 August 2013 to witness the launch of the Johannesburg People’s Pride (JHBPP).

The Johannesburg People’s PRIDE (JHBPP) hosted a public meeting to announce its planned pride march route which will be walked on the 5 October 2013 for their first annual pride march.

L-R:  Muntu Masombuka (EPOC) and Dikeledi Sibanda (FEW) outside Con Hill where the JhBPP was held. Photos by Nqobile Zungu (17.08.2013)

L-R: Muntu Masombuka (EPOC) and Dikeledi Sibanda (FEW) outside Con Hill where the JhBPP was held.
Photos by Nqobile Zungu (17.08.2013)

The well-organized event started off with the organizing committee sharing the JHBPP manifesto and action plans for the upcoming pride event, and like any other pride; JHBPP will host a number of events weeks prior to the main event. Some of the events that will be hosted includes a discussion on ‘Race, Class, and Queerness’, a workshop on organizing protests, a film festival, an art exhibition, walking tours and a multimedia advocacy and production skills workshop.

L-R:  Ayanda Msiza (Iranti-org); Gabrielle Le Roux (Independent artist & gender activist) and Phumi Mtetwa (Writer/ Activist) at the JhB People's Pride, Con Hill. Braamfontein.

L-R: Charmain Carrol (Gender activist and Inkanyiso – Projects co-ordinator); Gabrielle Le Roux (Independent artist & gender activist) and Phumi Mtetwa (former Equality Project Director/Writer/Activist) at the JhB People’s Pride, Con Hill. Braamfontein.

 

Furthermore, the JHBPP gave the attendees a taste of what to expect in the upcoming march by splitting the huge group into five (5) small groups and then assigning each group a leader from the organizing committee to lead the group to one of the five main stops along the route.
The chosen leaders lead their groups with chants to one of the following places; Simon Nkoli Corner, Hillbrow Police Station, Esselen Street Clinic, COSATU House and the Joburg Civic Centre.

When the groups got to their selected destinations a brief history about the place was shared with the group and the reasons why the place was of importance. After the brief visits to the five (5) main stops of the march, the groups came back with feedback and the group which went to the Civic Centre came back with disappointing news.

The group reported that they were told by security personnel working there that they are trespassing and not supposed to convene there. However, that didn’t discourage the group from stopping there on the 5th, they are planning to go there in a larger group and claim their stance.

The committee said that, “We envision over 10, 000 LGBTIQA people marching the streets of Joburg.”

The pride march will take place on the 5 October 2013 from 10am to 1pm starting at Constitution Hill through Hillbrow, Braamfontein, and back to Constitution Hill where the event will carry on with other activities throughout the day.

 Previous by Lesego


2013 Aug. 6: Invisibility of black lesbians ‘From safe harbours to Equality’

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2013 July 27: African Lesbians and Transgender Facing Belgium

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2013 June 20 Inkanyiso Sees The Rainbows with Norwegians

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2013 June 5: Lesego sharing the work of Inkanyiso at the LGBT conference in Salzburg, AUSTRIA

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2013 May 18: After Mask … Hear Us Out

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2013 May 15: SA Task Team representatives fail the LGBTI community

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2013 April 28: Bleak freedom for black lesbians in South Africa


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2013 April 12: Bros B4 Ho’s at the OIA film festival opening


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2013 March 24: Recognition of LGBTI Activist should be a culture

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2013 March 16: Dangerous love


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2013 Feb. 12: A dildo is not a man; it’s a fantastic toy…


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2013 Mar.1: Definitely NOT “Gaysbian”

 

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2013 Aug. 19: The importance of self acceptance

 by Pearl Mbali Zulu

We often worry too much about being accepted by our families, friends, churches and communities, forgetting that it all starts within. Our external environment and physical senses mostly affect our spiritual senses, which automatically lead one not to have a beautiful soul. In most cases, the external and physical senses give negative results to one’s soul.

I remember having a conversation with one of my colleagues who is more of a mother to me. She is always there for me when I need someone to turn to. She always tells me how much she values, adores and loves me for who I am. She also sees me as one of her children.

A question came into my mind and I decided to verbalise my thoughts and asked her in that  moment how she was going to feel if one of her daughters told her that she was in love with another woman. Nothing prepared me for reaction.
She screamed and said “No ways!!!
My daughter is not lesbian or bisexual.
She won’t even try to do that, not in a lifetime”
Body language speaks louder than any amount of words.
The tone of her voice and facial expression said it all. It said a lot that I wasn’t aware of.

Mbali's profile pic on Facebook (2013.08.19)

Mbali’s profile pic on Facebook (2013.08.19)

I asked myself if she really loved me as her own or she was pretending all along.  She knows who I am and what I am.  To me she suddenly gave meaning the word “discrepancy”.
I didn’t expect that from her, but it became clear to me that it was about time I faced reality.
It was transparent to me that not everyone is going to accept you for who you are. I realised that yes she loved me, but only from the distance. It’s like she loved me, but she knew that she was also not attached to me forever, or by blood.
I wondered what the circumstances would have been if I was her biological daughter.
Would she have shunned me and banished me from her family or would her mother’s instinct have kicked in, and embraced me with my whole being?
My inner self is content not knowing the answer.

It all starts from within. You need to accept yourself first and the rest will follow.  It’s important to remember that not everyone will accept you for who you are.
We need to love and celebrate who we are and then others can love us back. We shouldn’t allow people to bring us down. If it starts from within, no one will break us down.
They might swear at us as much as they want to, beat us up, rape and murder us, but they won’t get to our souls. Our inner beauty will remain and it will be expressed in every special way.

My point is that not everyone whom you think loves you does. Most of our LGBTI sisters and brothers are abused (physically, verbally, spiritually etc.) by family members, friends, strangers, etc.
Yes we may love, but we shouldn’t trust too much.
Be confident in who you are, because you have a purpose to serve. If you love yourself enough, other people’s negative comments will not affect you in any way.

The inner part of you may be invisible, but it plays a huge role.
Let us continue to be the Lively, Guilt-free, Blissful, Top and Immense community.
That’s my LGBTI for you!!!

Mbali Zulu, KwaThema, Springs, Johannesburg, 2010 featuring in Muholi's Faces & Phases black and white portraiture series

Mbali Zulu, KwaThema, Springs, Johannesburg, 2010
featuring in Muholi’s Faces & Phases portraiture series

About the author

Pearl Mbali Zulu, a black lesbian artist and activist, was born in KwaThema on December 18, 1988.
She started expressing herself through portraiture of individuals.  She was good at what she did but her work lacked a deeper meaning, it did not quite speak to anything yet.

That is not to say she was devoid of passion, quite the contrary.
In 2009 Mbali realized that she could use her art to quell some of the misunderstanding and ignorance around issues concerning the LGBTI community and all forms of violence towards women and children.  She got the urge to create artworks that would educate and create awareness in the community.

She understood that her target population were not too fond of reading but liked visuals instead.  Visuals are a conversation piece and they always stimulate conversation, whether good or polarizing.

Her first step was to attend art classes offered by local artist, Pat Sithole, at the KwaThema Library. On conclusion Sithole advised Mbali to further her studies.  She had witnessed the potential, passion and determination that she had and knew that she could earn a visual arts designation.

She already had a National Diploma in Business Management so she enrolled at the University of Johannesburg for a National Diploma in Fine Arts.
Before she did her 3rd year of study, she lost her grandfather and Aunt who were both breadwinners of the family. That meant that her sponsor, her sister, who was responsible for her tuition and materials, became the breadwinner and could no longer afford them.
Mbali explained her situation and was able to transfered from the University of Johannesburg to the University of South Africa where she will be able to complete her studies.
David Paton, a senior lecturer and Head of Department (HoD) in the department of Visual Arts describes her as a diligent and participative individual.

She managed to get a job, which means she can now pay for her fees.
She is also a freelancer.  She is currently doing a Bachelor’s degree in Visual Arts at the University of South Africa (UNISA).

A lot of people, situations and places inspire her work.  Fallen LGBTI members inspired her to create more vivid and meaningful work.
Zanele Muholi, a South African photographer and visual activist from Umlazi is a huge influence to her. Mbali is featuring in Muholi’s Faces & Phases (2010).
There are  also quite numbers of artists who inspire her as well.

Mbali aims at creating awareness and educating the viewers through the use of her art. She believes people’s negative perceptions; prejudice and mind sets may change after viewing her thought provoking work. Her art work expresses what victim feels as well as their immediate family, friend s and community.

Mbali who played soccer for 14 years when she was younger was also crowned
Mr Lesbian, Ekurhuleni in 2012.

L stands for Looking good... Photo from Mbali's Facebook - personal gallery

L stands for Looking good… and respectful and proud
Photo from Mbali’s Facebook – personal gallery

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2013 Aug. 18: Konke enikwenzayo kwenzeni ngothando

by Londeka Siba Dlamini

 

Siyithimba leNkanyiso sibusiseke kakhulu namhlanje kuyi Sonto sihlanganyele nebandla iVictory Ministries eseThekwini phansi kobuholi buka Pastor Zinzi Zungu.

Lelibandla kwabanye libukeka njengento engabusisekile ngoba lemukela izitabane

kodwa wembuleka amehlo uma uzinika ithuba lokuhlanganyela nazo, ubone ukuthi izitabane ziyaphila njengabanye abantu.

Ungena nje emnyango wase Victory uzizwa wemukelekile ngoba kukhona abangenisa abantu ”ushers”. Namuhla besingeniswa uCindy Gumede kanye no Zama Soni banothando kubo bonke abantu abangenayo uzwa imfudumalo,

usakhungathekile uzwe amaphimbo amnandi eWorship Team ihambisana no

Zithulele Khwela obashayela izinsimbi akwenze ungayeki ukunyakaza ngendlela

ashaya kamnandi ngayo.

Uthinte izinhliziyo zabaningi uThula Khanyile ngamazwi enkuthazo ekhuluma

ngokuba nobudlelwano noSomandla ethi kumele uzazi ukuthi uyindodana

kaNkulunkulu ukhule ekumazini, evule incwadi ka Genesis wokuqala evesini

lamashumi amabili nesishagalombili (28).

Umvuli welizwi umshumayeli uSibisi uvule incwadi yabase Khorinte bokuqala

isahluko seshumi nesithupha (16) endimeni yeshumi nane (14). ”Konke enikwenzayo kwenzeni ngothando”. UMahlase usukume waqala iculo le

Joyous Celebration elithi ”My God is goodo” kwanyakaza indlu yonke.

Intshumayelo ibikhuluma ngothando njengalokhu kulotshiwe nase ncwadini

engcwele ukuthi ”uNkulunkulu uluthando”

Kuphele intshumayelo wabe esethi uMfundisi ”Kunezinto ezibanjwe uwe empilweni yakho ngokuthi usuphelelwe uthando uma ekhona ozizwa ephelelwe uthando akeze sikhuleke naye”, yabe isibabeka izandla inceku yeNkosi.

Khona manjalo kube sekungena inkonzo yokunikela iholwa uMenzi Nxumalo esho umhlabeleli othi ”Yebo Nkosi ngiza kuwe” emva kwalokho bekuzwakala

ukuthi ukhona uMoya ongcwele kulendawo. UMenzi uvule encwadini kaLuke 5 vrs4 lapho kukhulunywa ngabadobi wathi ”iskhwama sakho inethi yakho yokudoba uNkulunkulu ulwandle lapho udoba khona ngakho phonsa umnikelo

olwandle uzobuya nezibusiso”.

Uma isiphethwa inkonzo kwamukelwa abaqalayo ukufika owemukele izivakashi namuhla uZonke Zulu, ibibhalwe emehlweni injabulo kubo bonke abebeqala ukufika bebonga impatho ube esethi kube uZonke bangazitholela ikhaya elifudumele khona lapha eVMCI ebanga bonke umam’ Mfundisi ukukhombisa uthando.

Kube sekumenyezelwa ukuthi kuzoba ne Convention mhlaka 27 kuya kumhlaka 29 ngenyanga ezayo, kuzoba nenkonzo yombhabhadiso khona kuConvention kanti njalo esontweni lokugcina enyangeni uMfundisi uzokhulekela abagulayo.

Previous by Londeka

2013 June 18: New Brand For House Music Lovers

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2013 June 16: Zishade libalele izitabane

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2013 June 30: Durban gays and lesbians say NO to hate crimes in SA

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