Writing on this as a cis-gendered-heterosexual black woman is a rather daunting task. I had to meditate on whether I am in a position to seriously contribute to this discourse. I’ve imagined it cannot be my position to occupy when I could never have an all-encompassing understanding of the lived experiences of black queer folks.

More than anything, Angola aims to celebrates unsung struggle heroes who did not make it to our history books. This story also offers healing to the families whose people who did not return from the camps.

"Molo bass"; was the salutation they did as they lined up, one at a time until all of them had passed. Some mornings, when bass was not in the mood for individual greetings, he'd command them to say it together, in unison. "Molo bass"; and make them run to the field and start work.

Equally, the issues of land has nationwide consensus. Can it be expedited? No more commissions and long policy discussions on the feasibility of land return. Black people are land hungry and need the land pronto. No politicking is needed, just the roll out of land expropriation without compensation! Can this be prioritised?

Slap a “Big High 5” as some of the continent’s most sought-after performers get their act together for another comedy-and-music spectacular. If your stomach muscles is up to it, do not miss this year’s national Big 5 Comedy Show supported by Comedy Central kicking off at the Teatro in Montecasino on Friday 26 July & Saturday 27 July.

Hani and Phama did not live to see the democratic transition of April 1994 as both of them died the year before. Hani was shot and killed by Januz Waluz, while Phama died in a mysterious car accident in Tanzania. Maybe both Hani and Phama were lucky that they did not live to see the irony of the "new South Africa" that condemned many freedom fighters to poverty and unemployment, while the defenders of apartheid continue to enjoy better privileges and benefits.

The focus of this series is on both the hidden and known histories in the home. The home is a place of comfort and safety, but can also be a space of trauma and pain. These personal stories have the power to rebuild or destroy families.

Beyond the crime, unemployment and lack of resources the hood raises us for community. Many mornings my mother would send me to one of the many houses in our street to ask for anything from R10 for transport to those massive enamel dishes for umsebenzi… I never came back empty handed.