These films were subject to the approval of the dystopian censor’s board which was created to quell rebellion. The black captive audience consumed these representations which were “overt vehicles for purveying traditionalism,” as Feinberg noted.

It has been a horrid week for Azania and her women. A gruelling time for Afrika, and a disgraceful moment for the negotiated state. None of it is new of course, but the simultaneous implosion wrought a pain too crude to fathom, and rendered this week, one of the most difficult in the past 25 years for Black people.

This payday weekend is inundated with a plethora of Black events in this here, Johannesburg. Choosing one specific gig became a nightmare for the Blacks at Culture Review, so we decided to settle on the below selection that caters to the various and diverse Black tastes of our readers.

I hope that our efforts and energy will be reflected on screen. I think Tjovitjo is one of the realest township stories that has ever been told. It’s not based in Soweto, it’s not based in Alex, and it’s not based in any specific township. It’s based in a world where there is hardship, hopes, dreams and problems. It is about us and our lives.

Disharmony among the ranks of male professional blacks fills the air with unease not too dissimilar to that of being black in that province with bicycle lanes and De Klerk Boulevard. Suitable places to meet women are becoming limited. For peers in their late twenties and early thirties, the appeal of clubs and bars has long lost its taste.