first published here: http://mg.co.za/article/2015-06-25-politics-of-the-toyi-toyi-on-screen
July 6, 2015
July 5, 2015
by Jimi O. Adesina*
Professor Archibald Monwabisi Mafeje passed away on 28 March 2007. The meaning of Archie Mafeje, for three generations of African scholars and social scientists, is profound and about diverse encounters. For some it was personal; for others it was through his works, and for most in the community the encounter via scholarly works became personal and intimate. The meaning of Mafeje for generations of African scholars is found in his uncompromising aversion to the ‘epistemology of alterity’ – the ‘othering’ of Africa and Africans – and the advancement of scholarship grounded in the centring of African ontological experiences. It is in this aversion to alterity and pursuit of endogeneity that we locate Mafeje’s lasting legacy for new generations of African intellectuals. This paper, which is personal and intellectual, involves a close and critical engagement with these aspects of Mafeje’s scholarships.
July 4, 2015
nicola and i spent our last 30 rand last night on two games of pool and a whisky at a local bar in greyton. braxi was sleeping out with her best friend and we had the night free. we could have saved the money for bread but jesus, sometimes a girl needs whisky. it was such a great night. we played two games of pool (R10) and said to the barman, look here’s 20 rand, it’s all we have please could we have a glass of your cheapest whisky. he did not stop pouring us drinks till 2am. we drank about ten whiskies! the owners of the bar said to us: “don’t be frightened. everything is going to be ok”. it was quite magical. and at the time it seemed like everything would be solved. but of course a day later it’s all just a million miles away and nothing is solved and we both have terrible hangovers….
If you are lucky
you will carry one night with you
for the rest of your life,
a night like no other.
You won’t see it coming.
Forget the day, the year.
It will arrive uninvoked,
an astrological anomaly.
You will remember
how every cell in your body
knew him, this stranger,
how you held your breath,
the way you searched his face.
This is how such evenings begin.
And you will be real in your skin,
bone and sinew; the way you always thought
you could be. Effortlessly.
This is how you will fit together.
His parted lips between your thighs,
your half-lit nipples darkening,
the hot-breathed arrival of desire,
the frenzied coupling
as you opened soundlessly
and the world flooded into you.
In the morning, maybe,
soon after sunrise
you will walk barefoot above a waterfall in the forest,
light-headed with the smell of sex,
laughing in your déshabillée.
You will carry
the music of this memory with you;
and from time to time,
in the small, withered hours,
your body will sing its remembering.
First published in The Suitable Girl (Pindrop Press).
July 3, 2015
first published here: http://mg.co.za/article/2015-07-02-the-youths-sacrifices-must-not-be-in-vain
July 2, 2015
“The only purpose of Life is Death. A man is born and before he dies he gets the opportunity to ensure that others after him will also be born and die. You may deceive yourself by thinking that there is more to life than birth, growth, mating, old age and death. But, sooner or later, Naked Truth makes itself apparent.”