Cecil John Rhodes: British Empire Hitman

One country after another is going into lockdown, to one degree or another. People are being told to avoid unnecessary movements, to avoid crowded areas, to self-isolate if they are at risk. But at the same time, millions of workers are being told to go into work, forced to use crowded public transport, to work shoulder to shoulder, increasing the risk of contagion. This is putting workers’ lives at risk, but they are also at risk of taking the contagion home and infecting their families, all for the sake of capitalist profit.

Mayine, phew! what a song by Simphiwe Dana. No, a monster of sorts to be sure. This instant classic is from her third album offering, Kulture Noir. When I first heard that song, I was transfixed. Well, the whole album bubugqwirha nje, ukuthakatha of the Most-High vibrations.

These people are ideologically dislocated in terms of a political home. They have no theoretical, rational and ideological basis to be in the ANC. They are very sound but their soundness is virtually destined to non-effect in the light of their dislocation.

If he's just there to smash and bounce then he's got no business worrying about whether you got bread or Nah. Literally, actual bread. He just pulls up with his big head and a pocket full of condoms smelling like fresh cologne, bad decisions, and a brand new Mercedes.

There is a field of untapped and unscathed musical artistry buried in the heart of uMzimkhulu in KwaZulu-Natal and our guest on this week, D.O.X RSA is determined to take all the support and knowledge he has collected back home

Akere in those days it was unheard of for boyfriends; prospective or not, to waltz into homes with the freedom of Gomora’s rodents and liberally behest temporary handovers of their sweethearts.