Mohlokomedi wa Tora
»Lebohang Kganye, SASOL New Signatures 2017 overall winner’s exhibition is up at the Pretoria Art Museum. Her 2017 winning work was groundbreaking in terms of the animation approach she used to make the video installation in telling her family’s journey to Johannesburg. The pop-up book animation effect was pervasive in twofold. While on the one hand it nuanced story telling by way of mimicking leafing through a book during reading it also recalled a stage play mode of representation. Now the results of her winnings which has to be translated into a solo project exhibitions are ready to be perused by all and sundry.
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if I was to introduce you to a delicious dish and you exclaimed with the expression ‘Mmmmm’ I would congenially nod with you the last roll of that ‘m’ because in silent agreement you and I would be bowing to a magnificence (magnifique) of that dish. Thus here the expression ‘Mmmmm’ would be pointedly expressing our delight, and allow me to say, resonance.
>>> Of all the expressions that I have encountered to date on the social media networks the expression ‘Mmmmmm’ is an odd encounter. In my limited experience ‘Mmmmmm’ together with its variant expressions which are en-vogue is very illusive in its intent whether read in context or out of context. You could blame me for being insensible, however I for one have always considered this expression closer to the palate than the ear drum. Unless if somehow my wires have become undone ever since hitting the big four zero•
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Today all genders are equal however it is the foundation upon which each gender/identity(s), if you will, is nurtured that is of primary importance otherwise the picture will continue to ferment with cold violence. It starts with attaching value to boys and girls equally when they make their entry into this world. By attaching value to men and women equally without neglecting either one of them continuously. It starts here. Notice that I am not bitterly neglecting anyone behind.
»» The warning signals of the neglect of our boys has never been whistle clear as it is today. It is easy to blame someone but all this cold violence against women that we are witnessing begs a simple question. How do we raise our boys in comparison to girls? Have we evolved what it means to be a man in our contemporary society the same way we have evolved the idea of a woman as an identity and are continuing to do so in our effort to socially redress the role of women and parity thereof? No. Boys are neglected and are expected to grow into men who will love and protect our sisters, daughters and mothers as well as brother and fathers ««
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»During a mellow debate which took global center stage on the minds of fans of double O’ seven which toyed with the question as to who should portray Mr. James Bond when Daniel Craig steps away from the role of the British spy a lot of commentators both abroad and home exclaimed that it was about time the franchise transformed. A univocal sentiment was bellowed: it was about time someone in the caliber of Will Smith or Idris Alba took the role in a bid to show that the franchise had entered the 21st century; that it, the franchise, was mindful of our global community (with Smith in mind this will be rather on the extreme, but why not? After all writers are versatile in spinning myths in any direction they so desire). I don’t know what flared up this explosive thinking that gripped at the British psyche as far as its gift to the world is concerned but unlike you I suspect that it was the casting of Naomi Harris as Miss Moneypenny that caused paradigmatic anomaly within the grand narrative of the famous British Spy syntactic construction thus making the latter thinking possible. May I hazard to say it is only a matter of time that the unfathomable happen. Perhaps in our lifetime. It as if someone let the door ajar to invite fantastic ideas inside.
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Keep in mind that we live in the age of a litmus flare-up fame where the nano second between hitting click to publish and the thought to publish something for the world to marvel at demands us to pause and review the tumultuous effects of our actions.
•A part of a larger amount which is divided among or contributed by a number of people
IT is not really rocket science that we live in a world that is so interconnected that more people know more about you than you can imagine. If we could allow some semblance we can always think about the internet as an inner-verse. An internal world to this one but a world that permeates our physical constructs and to a certain extend holds it in checks and balances as far as certain aspects of our modern society is concerned. i.e all the activities we do on the net both good and bad stuff¶
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In Phelindaba the Old Café are gone. Washed away by the caressing seeping water at the shores of nostalgia’s grey silver laser that burns the things we abhor or hold dear deep within the creases of our brains and bosom, a tug at the heart here and the disturbance of balance there, for a thrill worth Two Bob, Wola!
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I have never had an interest in gambling. My ignorance extends from as far afield as the casual game of cards to a game of Dice. I knew a Knoxman while still at high school. Here was a man whose ways were outlawed from his garb to his disdain for protocol. Despite our school’s rules and regulations his feet were always kicked into a pair of All-Star Converse with some Grey Dickies spilling over them instead of the conventional Toughies and Grey Flannels. Occasionally he’d swap the Converse for a pair of Florsheims, always looked dapper the pantsula way that gent; I suspected that the game of chance, his mind always drifted towards during the course of the day, had something to do with money-Kachin that jingled in his back pocked whenever he chested into class or chested out either at change period or our breaks or when he decided that that was the day for him and He would rather go off to start his skool sa ma’dice some where in the school’s premises, especially those undiscoverable corners where only our School Principal braved to check in during his rounds. Mr. Knoxman forced issues with his kickers and overall attire until the teachers tolerated him¶
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I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. Presently an uncertain corridor looms for the tiny man. One thing is certain though, I am returning to my first love, the visual art object and I am taking you along with me on that journey. May we find the artist.
Dear reader I would like to thank you for continuing to read my work. It is an honor to be read even if it just that random post. After taking a big risk recently by swinging towards the unknown territory which is The Development of Pay Television in our country I was relieved to see readers statistics holding their stability levels. Pay television, I am sure you’re aware by this time, is an area of interest to me and I thought why not critique it while I was fascinated by what was happening with the recent launch of online subscription based services in South Africa. I had had fun jotting a few pieces in this area. Last word in this regard is that pay television in this country can be seen as a reflection of the growing pseudo black middle class. I personally feel that economically we are not there yet in the true sense of what being middle class means. How can you be middle class if your direct brothers and sisters live is poverty due to lack of employment and economic opportunities? But capital prevail and we’re all under its entrapment¶
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