So now, the last mass action by the Youth League happened outside Luthuli House at the start of last month because of Malema’s disciplinary hearing. This is my take on marches: lemme make sure I’m safe and then I’ll start thinking about stuff. Yes, I am a sheltered and protected member of society, out of touch with the realities faced by the majority of the population, but I am also someone’s daughter and my Dad is super anal about ensuring that I am extra cautious whenever there are strikes/marches going down because I work in Braamfontein and I am that ditzy girl who would unknowingly drive through a strike and get pelted. He’s obviously justified in his cautiousness, not just because I am unconscious, but because last time Youth League members were going bananas, throwing rocks and bricks at journalists and police, burning shit. Now, I am not from the popo and neither am I journo, but yo the risk of violence from emotionally charged protesters is NOT one I am prepared to take.
So needless to say, when I heard about yesterday’s march, instinctually I went pssssht NO thanks. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t pay attention to it. From the outside looking in, obviously with the blessing/curse of perspective that only relative financial security afforded by education opportunities can bring, I’d say this has nothing to do with economic freedom. Julius Malema’s call on youths to demand jobs, free education and nationalisation of mines to me just looks like an attempt to scrape up some power in the face of Zuma consolidating his power relatively quietly and sneakily. I mean, this week he reshuffled the national executive council for the second time in a super short time, fired two ministers, released all the info on the arms deal inquiry AND suspended the chief, Bheki Cele (that felt like a personal victory for me. After putting together a conference on police brutality, I got to hating the guy.)
So now, to me, it just seemed like this was a sweet attempt by Malema to suggest the launch of a campaign to oust Zuma as party leader next year. I don’t know that much about the intricacies of party politics, but I guess my basic understanding is that the league wants deputy president Kgalema Motlanthe and ANC campaign head Fikile Mbalula to replace Zuma and party secretary general Mantashe respectively.
So apparently, Malema was chowing Zuma as were the protesters, chanting support for Motlanthe as president as well as support for ANC leaders who supported and testified for Malema during his disciplinary hearing. Which then just makes me go, ag man, the credibility of this march is null if it’s just supporters rallying for things which just happen to benefit Malema’s campaign. Especially in light of the fact that this week the Young Communist League, which supports a second term for Zuma, also had a young get together in a clear move to undermine the march. It was packed with pro-Zuma Cabinet ministers. So ya duh we all know attempts at elevating Malema so as to usurp Zuma’s power have been underway for a bit and Malema is flippen smart.
The value of a focal point to rally around has obviously not escaped him and yes economic inequality is the bane of society. Genius move. But a selfish one man. It makes me angry that the desperation and the frustration of people who may have benefitted from freedom in parliament but nowhere else, can be so easily channelled and marketed to look like anything but the political pawns that they are.
While the ANC has accepted the League’s explanation that the march was “neither against the ANC government nor linked to the 2012 elective national conference of the ANC”, and the fortunate peacefulness of it has been a blessing, let’s not be stupid, the kids are trying to overthrow Zuma, albeit unofficially. But it’s disheartening that it is on the backs of those who have fallen prey to false hope that Malema dispenses so casually and charismatically. Yes, more jobs are needed and yes education should be free (I almost added yes mines should be nationalised but I am still on the fence with that one) but I dunno man, this division is not the answer to making any of that happen.
Ultimately the ANC is all we’ve got. Unless you live in Cape Town and then hey, the new hope embodied by Lindiwe Mazibuko might just make you hella lucky but let’s not count our chickens juuust yet. And while it’s not like the ANC denounced the march, I’m sure they kept a close watch on who was part of it. So well done Malema, the sowing of suspicion makes the march even more of a genius move. Divide and rule mentality is evidently still lingering huh? However when you get down to it, all that matters are the votes in the NEC and that power balance hasn’t reeeally been affected by Malema’s antics. So without a focal point to rally people together with, Malema is kinda pap.
So this march is really interesting because it’s not just about narrow nationalism and freaking out the whaaaat folks of Sandown with chants of nationalisation, it about sending the signal that the ANC is at war with itself. The economically discontent and disregarded will continue to be used to add fuel to those smoke signals, their desperation and willingness to support the promise of an alternative reality is being capitalized on the max. And hey lets face it, those lucky minority who aren’t cursed by said desperation are very rarely the type that would be choosing between the visions of Zuma and those of Malema. They’re more the type to go for Lindiwe’s. On that note, Malema tweeted yesterday: It’s rude to talk about “the elephant in the room” in the DA offices her name is Lindiwe Mazibuko. LOL. He’s mad funny, smart and starting to get desperate so while Zuma is still winning in my mind, Malema’s tricks are gripping and I sommer feel riveted to the political landscape. From the safety of my bubble of course.
“what can i do with my happiness? how can i keep it, conceal it, bury it where i may never lose it? i want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.” - anais nin
So I spent last week in Cape Town because I hustled my way into a conference. The conference went real well (even though I had no business there, I think I did well, networking/sucking up nstuff) and I also felt like a grown up, going on my first business trip. The conference was at the Cape Sun so we soma stayed there which was lovely. Also, the brilliant combination of hotel food and a gym on the 33rd floor of the hotel had me chowing for days, which is always a precursor for extreme happiness in my life.
After the conference, I went to my friend Kitsi, who is just a beautiful person to me and just generally. Her apartment is like a safe space for my heart. We had an amazing time, missioning about. Found ourselves in a B-grade hipster film situation at an Asian restaurant where I had deep fried ice-cream for the first time. OMGaaaaaaawd. I’m newly obsessed so if anybody wants to make a date to get some, I’m in. Drank champagne and devoured Kitsi’s deeeee-vine chocolate muffins, crammed full with goodies like chocolate milk and extra choc chips. Swapped friendship bracelets and danced HARD. And of course, not being from the coast, I had to hit the beach. But while I do like things, cold water is not one of them so no swimming for me. Just basked in the sun, got a lil more golden. Also, just relaxed doing absolutely nothing but gossipping and being millenium kids, fingers glued to our phones. So a beautiful balance all around.
And aside from the magic of hanging with a bestie, I got to hang with some other really amazing friends too, having dinner parties with the most beautiful girls and real parties too (we went to some D&B/Dub party and JUMPED up and down). Spun around and around on a giant love seat, looking at clouds, listening to The XX and just loving the universe. Then somehow I got roped into being a music video. And I’m like the most vocal denouncer of video girls so I felt like a big fraud but there was a reason. My pal Samora asked me to do and I obviously gave him my long story about how its NOT my vaaab. Next morning, the guys were in the street below Kitsi’s window, on their knees begging me to do it. Of course I said yes, disregarding the magic of the moment woulda made me feel like a real diva. Gross. The video was for a song called “We Over Here” by Ill Skillz and 5th Floor. I’m excited to see it cos it was really gorgeous, very tasteful. Whe I told my Dad about it, he was like “Gorgeous, I pride myself on not having a video ho daughter. Please dont be poppin yo booty.” WOW I laughed. Like why does my dad even have those words in his vocabulary? Anyway, below are two pics from the shoot.
All around, it was a lovely mini holiday. I love holidays. There are some more happy snaps below (bad ones though, taken with my shitty Blackberry Curve. Meh.)
I wanna kick myself for sleeping on Cocaine 80s. According to Pitchfork, the group was started by acclaimed and coveted producer No I.D. The hip-hop collective is an ode to the feel of authentic 80s Hip-Hop and real music. With such an ambition in mind, its not surprising that No I.D. employed Common and underground R&B guru James Fauntleroy for the collective. First EP was called The Pursuit but I only got onto em when I got the new one yesterday, titled Ghost Lady. Wowza. Get. It. NOW.
Try as she might, Sonya doesn’t remember Earth. She was a baby when her family left for Umilenie, and a young adult by the time they arrived. She learned to walk, speak, and read in a spaceship.
Sonya wanted to learn about the world they’d left behind, but her parents were not helpful in this regard. “Oh man, such a shit-orb,” groaned her mother. “So much death. Sonya, that planet was fucked. Filled to the brim with diseases, guns, rapists… hicks everywhere, and terrible weather.” No, she’d rather not talk about it; even thinking about it was unbearable…
Excerpt from “Carry on camping by brandon edwards, Mahala
“If you wanted to make the moment intelligible to yourself, you had to find your own way to do it. There was an unanswerable question in the air, or so it seemed to me, about what forms of life are possible.
It is the only real question before us. A question that can’t be avoided anymore. Avoided, I mean, by the professional avoiders, the profiteers and cheerleaders of the status quo. Politicians, manipulators of financial capital, elites and mainstream media. The ecology that sustains us demands it. The billions mired in global inequality deserve it. The joy and fulfillment of collective existence depends on it. Part of the logic of the occupation, informing the way it understands itself, informing how it operates, insisting on direct democracy, inclusivity and openness and debate, is a willingness to confront this question, to take it up, to test it out, to formulate it properly, convincingly, and comprehensively: what forms of life are possible?
The integrity of the occupation lies in keeping this question before us. It refuses a life bound by the increasingly punishing limits of the present system and suspends belief in it. It reveals that history hasn’t ended with capitalist democracy as the sole survivor. After all a growing series of occupations and protests, in Britain, in Wisconsin, in Egypt and Spain, Israel, and Greece, where the demos first experienced the public power of assembly, decry it.
This is a Crisis for the powers that be. Beyond the very real loss of value, the billions in equity erased in 2008, consequent unemployment, unyielding recession, and legitimacy-threatening bailouts, this is a crisis at the level of perception. An unmooring of the ideological underpinnings of the neo-liberal economic order. And in an idea-driven informational economy, a crisis of perception can impact the bottom line as much as overproduction and flagging demand. More and more regular people are thinking about the guillotine. Disgusted at the luxury at the top. Outraged that a decent quality of life is out of the question as things stand. Wired young people, abandoned to the swelling ranks of a standing reserve army of the unwanted, are gathering to discuss alternatives.”
Who even really thinks about alternatives though? More and more I think people just live like ostriches. Head in the sand. Soldiering on. Alternate realities might be better, but they are also scary to think about.
‘…Macha is about a quiet rebellion, not necessarily‘beautiful’, but not without nobility either, rough and warm-hearted and full of ripe character. It‘s witty, tenacious and defiant with an air of old fashioned peace…’.
If anyone wants to make me reeeeally happy, all you gotta do is click here.
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.
Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
Open your hands, if you want to be held.
Sit down in the circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders. Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food. Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.” Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
~ Rumi – Selected Poems
My real good friend Mohit was like “Yo Binds I was looking for inspiration and came across this poem and it made me think of you” (he’s a super dope graphic designer always looking for cool motivations and also a big Rumi fan) OMG I was floored. I love this so so much. I love the poem but I love that it reminded him of me even more. I’d feel pretty complete if I could live my life this way.
I’m seriously contemplating getting long ass thick braids like this. My friends say I’m crazy. Raisa my bestie was like “Dude, you’re not black. Have you EVER seen braids look nice on anybody that isn’t black? You’ll look like a tryhard” which obviously broke my heart a little bit. I wouldnt have em forever, just as an interim solution when my hair starts getting untidy. Apart from it just being so gorgeous (I’m thinking Solange Knowles and my gal pal Kitsi) I’m also being creative here. Growing your hair after shaving it is no joke.
Collages by Jeffrey Meyer. I like the names almost as much at the visuals.
1. “Was It Good For You Too, Mrs. God?” The idea of the powers that be smoking a cigarette after f-ing us over is made so much more palatable by female representation, male consideration and of course, cigarettes.
2. “Dancing Shoes.” This makes me think of Kanye’s “Touch the Sky” video for some reason. All that’s missing are Pamela Anderson’s boobs and Nia Long’s death stare.
3. “Pandering.” I’ve been staring at this one for ages.
4. Alas, I dont know the title of the last one. Be that as it may, it is still mad cool, nameless or not.
I’ve been carrying around a brochure for this place in my purse for almost three years. No jokes. Its dog eared nstuff. My ex boyfriend used to live nearby and after driving past it for years, we were exploring Melville on a scooter one day and I made him practically drive into the bathroom, that’s how close we were.When I saw it up close I nearly died. My insides melted. Soon after, we enquired about it (its good to dream yknow) and I was overjoyed at the news that it was a B&B called “A Room With A View and A Thousand Angels”. Swoooooon. No jokes, the place is magical. ESPECIALLY at night. I speedily researched and the prices really weren’t too bad. Alas, we broke up soon after so I never got to go there with him (actually, maybe that’s why we broke up. Subconsciously I’ve never forgiven him for not taking me there) but I still kept the brochure in my purse, right next to my ID for a loooong time after that.
Then this morning, one of my colleagues, who is looking for a new place, sent us all this email saying that she has found her new house. Needless to say, it was a joke, the place is for sale for R16 mil. FML. Who has that kinda money for a house in Melville??? BUT, it inspired me and jogged my memory and the forlorn brochure in all its tattered glory was brought back out into the open. Not sure if this means that the B&B option is gone (I’d imagine so) but I am definietly going to find out so that I can take myself there before it gets sold. Who needs boyfriends to make cool ish happen yknow? That is of course the short term goal. Long-term, it will be mine. Who doesnt want an enchanted castle? All it needs are some swans and a harp.
A friend’s recent post about needing to see this before he dies just reminded me that I put this on my bucket list the first time I saw it on TV, National Geographic I think. I’ve always known the phenomenon as Northern/Southern Lights but its actually known as an Aurora which is a natural light display in the sky particularly in the high latitude (Artic or Antarctic regions), caused by the collision of energetic charged particles with atoms in the high altitude atmosphere. By the way, Aurora was the Greek Goddess of Dawn. Niiiice.
Auroras are much more than just pretty lights in the sky. Underlying each display is a potent geomagnetic storm with possible side-effects ranging from satellite malfunctions in orbit to power outages on terra firma. I like that. Something ominous lurking behind pretty visuals. For some reason, ”the prettiest people do the ugliest things” came to mind. Yes, I unconsciously and illogically quote Kanye all the time.
There is a claim in Norse mythology that “The Valkyrior are warlike virgins, mounted upon horses and armed with helmets and spears. /…/ When they ride forth on their errand, their armour sheds a strange flickering light, which flashes up over the northern skies, making what men call the “aurora borealis”, or “Northern Lights”. That’s pretty cool.
Three things: Australian, supermodel hot and a badass rapper. That’s pretty much all you need to know really. Oh and she owns a weave company and is named after her paralysed dog, Iggy Azalea. Real name: Amethyst, which isn’t that bad either.
In a nutshell, I am obsessed. This morning I tweeted: “Officially OBSESSED with @IGGYAZALEA. Wow she is badass beautiful” and got an speedy “awww thank you boo” reply which made me feel even more obsessed. She doesnt bode well for those with inherent groupie tendencies like me.
Watch “D.R.U.G.S” video below, get her Ignorant Art mixtape like ASAP and then proceed to be overwhelmed by obsessive rantings and ravings the way I currently am.