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With over 50 combined years of poetic practice experience, the barren Jozi skies have at least unleashed upon us three consecutive weeks of spectacular poetry. The three kings comprising Mutle Mothibe, Makhafula Vilakazi and Sabelo Soko will recall the past and the contemporary in titles, Disassembling Mutle Mothibe, Mandela Is Dead and the Umkhondo Experience respectively.
“My biggest obsession is to show Africans and the world who the people of Africa really are, and this Festival remains a great showcase of our traditional and modern musical talents. It’s always a great party!” - Hugh Masekela
Akakhumuli i-boxer and leave his shirt, socks and shoes on bese akudle njenge one-night stand. Stivovo does not lick your ears so much that you end up not hearing God's word. Stivovo plays with your tits usagqokile, nipple rubs are the best phela.
But let’s be blunt, for most of us liberation has become synonymous with the neatly trimmed lawns of Sandton, desires of walking the dog on the clean pavements of Bryanston all the while speaking English from the nasal. That is the kind of freedom we imagine, not the turning upside down of history.
Like one of her heroes, Bheki Mseleku, whose album Home at Last, reflects a celebration of returning, Thandi feels a great eagerness to reconnect with her long-standing collaborators; bringing all her “becomings” and musically sharing a conversation on what’s new as she says: “I just wanna play!”
Using indigenous poetic forms such as izibongo, izisho, amahubo and chants, the wanderer turns to the source for a way forward. To celebrate the going back to the source theme of Umkhondo, Sabelo Soko is joined by two exciting wordsmiths from his hometown eMkhondo, Kazii_M and CooleGun.