Tracing a trail through the ages casts it plain in sight that poetry has always been an instrument to communicate messages of urgency, activism, celebration, hope and healing.

One of the greatest threats to any revolutionary project is the failure of those who claim to be involved in revolution, to deliberately remember and stay engaged in revolutionary activism.

"The Bassline Live night was an incredible moment for live music. I enjoyed sharing the evening with Zu. and I am sure all the music lovers in attendance enjoyed creating magic with us.”

Speaking on the intended impact of the festival, STAND Foundation board member, Lesego van Niekerk shared; “The youth of 1976 rose up to claim their voices and their future. This weekend festival provides a platform for today's youth to share their insights, their fears and hopes using comedy and satire as their cultural weapons. We live in challenging times - comedy and humour help us to get through these times.”

Kwesta, real name Senzo Vilakazi, the dude from the township of Katlehong, Gauteng, South Africa - popularly known as K1- who made good, recently dropped his fourth major album titled g.o.d. Guluva after a five-year hiatus. For the first time in his checkered career, the release is executed under his own (hopefully) label, Dope Dreams.

She Bad Bad is a photographic exhibition for emerging Black female photographers in South Africa. The title is a celebration of their strength, courage and diversity, coined from the colloquial term “bad bitch”, She Bad Bad describes women whose photography re-imagines conceptual works of art through lived experiences. These are the “Bad bitches” of the industry.

We must question the ideal of the youth being the solution to the current dated and spoiled cabinet who have their self-interests taking precedence over their civil service. The youth who thrust themselves into the rites of passage that leads them to the doors of ANC and Eff offices, the leaders of student unions, have often come under fire for inappropriate behavior.

In the twilight a dog's wail can be heard in the distance, there is no real silence in the township, in between the stolen moments of serenity there are eerie sounds to remind the people of how low they fall on the food chain; a crying baby; a woman scolding her children for this thing or the other; a helicopter flying above the small houses looking for a stolen car; a terrifying gunshot in the distance.