Cecil John Rhodes: British Empire Hitman

Advocate Busisiwe Mkhwebane is under attack from real patriarchy. Media, judiciary and politics. The latest attack on her is now financial harassment of tax records using SARS to intimidate her.

To this day, I still cannot explain how I ended up on the front pages of the tabloids together with a decapitated bishop. Who would have thought Busi could do such a thing, kill a bishop?

Back in 1998, Market Photo Workshop alumnus, Themba Hadebe found himself in a decrepit Hillbrow alley strewn with what perhaps in hindsight was to become the new South Africa. Four years into the democratic project, municipal services were deteriorating, and in that grimy alley, Hadebe trained his camera on a police detective. Black, blue shirt, black shoes, tie, and pants lined to a crisp.

Poetry Over A Pandemic is the proverbial oasis in the midst of a scorching desert sun and thus will provide much needed relief and sanctuary, restoration of a sense of community and healing that only poetry accompanied by hauntingly beautiful and soothing sounds of a variety of indigenous musical instruments can provide.

One of the most famous streets in all of Africa today is Vilakazi Street in Soweto, Johannesburg, famously known as the only street in the world to have produced two Nobel Peace Prize winners. This street is named after the first South African to receive a PHD, the father of Zulu literature, the poet Dr. BW Vilakazi.

There is something softly solemn to Lorin Sookool’s musing on South African coloured identity and the sense of living with an instinct to defend oneself in a world that confines you. Like living in prison, it can be a life unfulfilled. Sookool’s film The Blunt Blades of Bravado contemplates this confinement of personhood that turns people of colour into stereotypes of violence, and at the same time, the film breathes into the wound of living in constant fear.