My Life

Goodbye, Michael, Hello…new fan?

Goodbye, Michael, Hello…new fan?

Full disclosure: I've never cared about The Office. Not the British version. Not the American version. I don't know if I care right now but I will say this: I'm blindsided. I never espededit. Rewind. My Dude loves The Office. The American version. On a whim a couple of weeks...
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What it’s like to be in a doccie

What it’s like to be in a doccie

When MTV Base commissioned an African version of Yo! MTV Raps, I was asked to appear on one of the episodes. It was nice. It was a panel discussion about the relationship between kwaito and hip hop. Shortly after that, I was asked to appear in the documentary that accompanied...
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A Massiv learning curve

A Massiv learning curve

I’ve heard, more than once, Oprah say something like: the only thing better than having something you like is sharing it. If Oprah says something, it must be true. Ha! No, seriously. A big part of why I love to talk to musicians is selfish. I am genuinely curious, so...
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Ways of loving, a short story

Ways of loving, a short story

My aunt has an eidetic memory. She’s super sensitive and really, a softie. It was my birthday last month and she called to wish me a fantastic one. The call was brief, even with her bringing up the kinds of things kids roll their eyes at, even though they tickle...
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Can I be a chameleon?

Can I be a chameleon?

“It’s like you’re a chameleon,” said my nail technician. She was selling me the dream of multichrome grabbers. I wasn’t convinced but since she’s never steered me wrong, I went with it. After a few days of marveling at how my nails change according to how the light hits them,...
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Only the people can count you out

Only the people can count you out

The chants were thunderous. For the first time that day, they drowned out beats blaring from the stage upstairs. One word rained down on the bassement of the dilapidated train station: “Emtee! Emtee! Emtee!” At a glance, Stage 2 at Riky Rick’s inaugural Cotton Fest looked like the designated spot...
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She’s Such a F-ing Lady!

She’s Such a F-ing Lady!

When I’m listening to a conversation - an interview on the radio, teachings by a popular person via podcasts or even eavesdropping nje - there is always a point when I go: hm, how would I answer that? I don’t know if you do this too but, often, I get...
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Post-Koppi musings

Post-Koppi musings

Two years ago, I swore I’d never go to Oppikoppi again. Nothing bad happened. I had just been going to the festival in Limp City since I was a baby writer. I’d missed some years but overall, part of my job was attending festivals like that and I did it...
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i(m)bali is back!

I know, I know. I really played myself by not staying committed to the i(m)bali podcast. But today, I was just so restless that I realised my newly mounted priority list was making me crazy. But I realised that too late. Now though... I'm happy to say I got over...
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Celebrating Bra Hugh

Celebrating Bra Hugh

Last week, we went and watched A Celebration of Bra Hugh Masekela at the Joburg Theatre. I wasn't ready for all the feels. It had a limited run and thankfully, it wasn't a musical about the legend's life. Too soon. Too much pressure. It was actually a look at some...
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