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The Writers: Zingah

The Writers: Zingah

If you get a chance to, pay attention to the personal development Zingah has undertaken in the years since he was a kid in Cashtime Fam. For The Writers, though, Zingah and I spoke about his songwriting and stretching himself. Definitely one of my most unexpectedly illuminating conversations. What's your...
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On: 3T

On: 3T

“Can you believe the internet was down,” he asks me rhetorically as he sits down. He shakes his head. “But things like that always happen to me,” he smirks and then says: “The internet only went down when I arrived, they’ve never had that happen to anyone else.” If I...
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The Writers: Msaki

The Writers: Msaki

On a whim, I decided to start a new series called The Writers. Here, I speak to some phenomenal songwriters about how they manage to be so, well, phenomenal. The best part of this series featuring some South African artists is that it means I am more than likely chatting...
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hdX: On Theatre on the Square

hdX: On Theatre on the Square

What makes for a potentially electrifying performance? Helen Herimbi hits up AKA’s Orchestra on the Square rehearsal to find out The Jozi sky is grey when I arrive. AKA’s band is standing in a circle on the street and I join them. The seem on edge. Nhlanhla, who takes care...
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hdX: On Mx Blouse

hdX: On Mx Blouse

“I thought I was just hungover and ignored the fact that I felt sick for a while,” Mx Blouse is telling me over the phone. I’m gobsmacked. They are giggling. “I was so sick. I got rained on on New Year’s Eve, at Afropunk. Then it escalated and they couldn’t...
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On: Tamia

On: Tamia

Ahead of her South African tour, Tamia talks to Helen Herimbi about passion, penmanship and privacy “Umm,” she pauses to chuckle. “I’m not really a person who goes for overt gestures of love on a special day. I’m kind of into overt gestures of love on a random day. Just...
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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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