Essay: A calling by Dr Thandokuhle Mngqibisa

A friend once told me that someone will tell me I will need to thwasa. I should not believe them. They will misinterpret a different kind of calling for ubizo. I held that under my tongue, always. And then someone...

The subcontracted voice of womxn in art by Dr. Thandokuhle S. Mngqibisa

Some time ago, PowerFM had a brief discussion about a new rule supposedly instituted by the Cannes film festival. According to reports in various UK newspapers women were turned away from red carpet events at the Cannes film festival due...

Not sure why, but…

Firstly, I am honoured to now be part of an organization that has consistently provided young creative minds with a platform to express themselves. In an age where access to space and outlets depends on association or the weight of...

Essay: Still in the Making by Maakomele R. Manaka

How do I find my voice? Who do I ask? A spaza-shop lady owner at the middle of the end of her road? “Dumela mama, do you know how I can find my voice?” Or do I ask the spotie...

How can you call yourself a poet when you don’t perform?

Have you ever had to explain what makes you a poet? Found myself needing to explain how I could call myself a poet when I no longer performed poetry. And it was odd. I found it strange that anyone could...